Release Day Blitz: M/M ~ Home for the Holidays Anthology ~ (Reviews, Excerpts + Giveaway)
Home for the Holidays
M/M Romance Anthology
SJ Himes
Jenna Kendrick
Heather C. Leigh
Liv Rancourt
Felice Stevens
Cover Design: LateNite Designs
Cover Photo: StockPhoto
Release Date: 11.29.15
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1lOHE4h
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1OvvQ0e
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/1lOHPN5
Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/1OkPsWI
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Home can be a person as well as a place. Everyone deserves a home for the holidays, as the stories in this collection affirm.
Proceeds from Home for the Holidays are being donated to the Ali Forney Center in New York City to help homeless LGBTQ youth.
*The Eighth Night by Jenna Kendrick
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Going home for the holiday only to find his parents have made other plans, Kai Meyers is thrilled to reunite with an old friend. Disowned by his religious family, Ari Fisher is use to being treated like a boy toy rather than a boyfriend, and now he only has eight days to reveal his secrets to Kai.
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EXCERPT
He popped the trunk of his blue Fusion and pulled his duffel bag and laptop backpack from the passenger seat. By the time he walked to the back of the car, a bellhop had already pulled his small suitcase out of the trunk and was on his way into the building with it, leaving Kai no choice but to follow. Entering the private resident lobby, he was cleared by security and escorted to the elevators.
He remembered how uncomfortable he’d been with all this pomp and ceremony when he was fifteen and his family had moved into the building. The fanciful idea of living in a hotel belonged in children’s books, not real life. He still felt awkward as an adult, as if he were acting out a scene in a movie. He exited the elevator on the 30th floor and immediately spotted the bags in the hall outside his parents’ apartment. No. They wouldn’t… “Malachai, you’re finally here.”
His mother stepped into the hall, pulling on her gloves. “I just left you a note on the kitchen counter.” She looked down at the bags as if checking to see they were all accounted for, but Kai saw the lack of eye contact for the avoidance tactic it was. “Going somewhere? I thought we were having a family Chanukah this year.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jenna Kendrick writes male/male new adult and contemporary romance, her favorite genre to read. She lives in Upstate New York, where she spends the better part of the year trying to stay warm and dry. When she’s not writing, she reads, watches The Princess Bride and The Avengers far too often, spends time with her husband and friends, and drinks more coffee and tea than she’d care to admit. She shares her home office with her dog, Tally, and her cats, Loki and Tamiris.
Jenna spent most of her class time in high school writing bad poetry and short stories in which her teachers were the villains. She began writing in earnest in college, putting it aside for a few years to work as a teacher and product manager for several online services. In addition to writing fiction, Jenna also writes nonfiction technical books under another name.
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Mari's Review:
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
Kai is home for the holidays to spend time with his parents, but it turns out his parents had other plans all along, and only wanted him to dog-sit while they were away. He's more than happy when he runs into his old friend/first love on the elevator and invites him over to celebrate with him. Ari has been working as an escort for a long time, after being disowned by his religious family, and while he's never forgotten Kai and is thrilled to see him again, he fears his secret life might be a deal breaker.
I enjoyed this story! I would have enjoyed it more if the ending hadn't been so rushed. All that anticipation and then it kind of fell flat with that sort of HFN. I didn't feel the story was complete, maybe an epilogue could've helped. Anyway, it was a nice, sweet story of reconnection, of hopefully picking up where they'd left things before and making it better.
Rating: 4 Stars!!!
Mari's Review:
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
Kai is home for the holidays to spend time with his parents, but it turns out his parents had other plans all along, and only wanted him to dog-sit while they were away. He's more than happy when he runs into his old friend/first love on the elevator and invites him over to celebrate with him. Ari has been working as an escort for a long time, after being disowned by his religious family, and while he's never forgotten Kai and is thrilled to see him again, he fears his secret life might be a deal breaker.
I enjoyed this story! I would have enjoyed it more if the ending hadn't been so rushed. All that anticipation and then it kind of fell flat with that sort of HFN. I didn't feel the story was complete, maybe an epilogue could've helped. Anyway, it was a nice, sweet story of reconnection, of hopefully picking up where they'd left things before and making it better.
Rating: 4 Stars!!!
*24-Hour Hold by Heather C. Leigh
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Detectives Damon Porter and Anderson Malloy are now partners at Denver’s Major Case Unit. The problem is, they used to be boyfriends, and now they’re feeling anything but friendly towards each other.
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EXCERPT
Seven years later, I still recognize that voice. The voice of the first man I ever loved. “Good morning. I’m Detective Anderson Malloy, but everyone calls me Ace. I’d like to thank Captain Terrell and the rest of you for your hospitality while I’m here in Larceny. I’m a pretty easy going guy and I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.” My mind races, scrambling for a way to sneak out of the room without being noticed. Fuck! Seven fucking years and it feels as if it was just yesterday that Anderson Malloy pressed me down on his bunk at the academy, his hot mouth traveling across my chest. “I also want to say—” Malloy’s gaze lands on me, causing him to stumble over his words.
My mouth goes dry and blazing heat floods my face. Anderson blinks, dazed, and rushes through the rest of his little speech. “I want to say… ummmm, I hope we can work together and clear up some of your case load. Thanks.” “Alright assholes,” Captain says. “I’ll be reassigning cases so stay close to get your new files.” Anderson tries to get to me, waving his fingers in my direction, but every detective in the room wants to introduce themselves, standing in his way with outstretched hands. Taking advantage of the distraction, I grab my mug of faux-coffee and dart out of the room before anyone can stop me. Hurriedly, I weave my way through the desks in the bullpen, ducking back into the kitchenette like a coward.
My heart is racing in my chest. I can feel sweat gathering under the collar of my very expensive designer shirt. Shit, I’m acting like a nervous virgin on prom night. Big fucking deal if Anderson is here. I dumped him, not the other way around. If anyone should feel uncomfortable, it should be Malloy. Then why am I the one hiding? “Porter, if you’re not going to have coffee, think you can move your not-so-sexy ass out of the way?” My back bristles at the sound of Dave Richardson’s snarky jab at my sexuality. Hiding my anger, as usual, I step aside so he can fill his well-worn Denver Broncos mug with coffee-substitute. Hope you choke on it, asshole.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon bestselling Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of fame. The part that the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby. She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
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Mari's Review:
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
Detectives Damon Porter and Anderson Malloy used to be boyfriends, until Anderson refused to come out. Now, several years later, Anderson (Ace) is back in Denver, intent on winning Damon back, but he's not ready to come out of the closet and considering his ex's frosty receiving he's not sure Damon will ever forgive him.
I really loved this Enemies to Lovers story. Ace was a riot and he pushed and pushed until he managed to snap Damon's tightly reined control. It was nice to read what had gone wrong the first time around and Damon's motivations to break things out and I adored the dual POV that gave us a broader view into what they both were feeling in the present. They were both fantastic, stubborn, strong male characters and I just adored them together!
Rating: 5 Stars!
*Learning to Love by Felice Stevens
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Returning home for the holiday, caterer Gideon Marks tried hard to push away his high school crush. But Rabbi Jonah Fine wouldn’t let him run again, or keep the secret Gideon’s tried so desperately to hide.
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I finished pouring the water into the well, congratulating myself that though my hands shook, I didn’t spill any. I set it to brew and sidestepped to the counter that doubled as my table, away from the heat of Jonah’s large body. He had a good four inches on me and although I never felt small, standing in front of Jonah I could easily imagine sinking into his broad chest, his arms wrapped around me. Fuck. “So you’re here now. Talk to me, but make it quick.” Jonah seemed surprised. “Why, what’s the hurry?” He followed me and sat at one of the bar stools. “Besides.” He grinned and pointed to the bag on the edge of the counter I’d somehow missed seeing. “I brought cinnamon raisin bagels and that chocolate chip cream cheese you always liked so much.” Stunned by Jonah’s recall, I stared at him. “How…what?”
I couldn’t wrap my head around Jonah remembering such a minute detail about me. His warm smile beamed. “I have an excellent memory for things. Like how you like hazelnut flavored coffee and your fries extra crispy. That you hate Sicilian pizza. How you like 80’s music and Britney Spears.” “Well, yeah, duh. What gay man doesn’t?” I shrugged. Smile lines radiated from the corner of his eyes. “I made a point of not losing track of you, Gideon. And I’ve been proud of your successes.” The warm glow from Jonah’s response faded. “Why? Because you thought I couldn’t do it and you expected to see me fail?”
Even though his actions belied my words, I couldn’t stop ranting. “Surprised you didn’t I? Dumb Gideon made something out of himself.” I fled to the opposite side of the apartment and stood by the windows, which overlooked the street below. “Wrong.” Once again Jonah stood behind me, but this time he took me by the shoulder and spun me around so we were face to face. I gazed up at him, shocked by the desire I saw in his eyes. I licked my lips and watched his stare drop to my mouth. “Jonah?” I couldn’t get another word out. He took my face between his hands and brushed his lips against mine, gentle as a feather, yet my body burned. His lips rested on the corner of my mouth, our cheeks touching. The entire world could have disappeared; nothing else mattered but the feel of Jonah’s hands on me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” The curve of his smile imprinted itself on my skin.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn't until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth's court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.
But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back. Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
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Mari's Review:
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
Gideon is back home for the holidays, intent on making his catering business a success and show everyone, especially Jonah Fine, his school crush and sort of nemesis, that he could make it despite what they all thought of him. Jonah seems really interested in him now that he's back, but Gideon has a secret that makes him push the young Rabbi away. Jonah is not willing to be pushed away, though.
I just adored this story, which is not a surprise, I love Felice Stevens' books and this was not an exception. I really loved the setting, the backstory, the fantastic writing and the imagery that just brought it all to life for me. Jonah was the stuff dreams are made of, so sweet and so determined to make things work, despite Gideon pushing him away. And Gideon was just awesome! I just wanted to cuddle him at times, he had such a hard life and it was difficult for him to get to the place he was now, but I loved his drive to make his business the best he could, despite his limitations. Jonah and Gideon together were smoking hot, too!
Rating: 5 Stars!!!
*Saving Silas by SJ Himes
Blurb:
Paramedic Gael Dominic wasn’t expecting much from the holidays. Blood, death, and loneliness were constants. So when tragedy puts a wounded Silas in his path, Gael takes a chance on his alleyway angel and love.
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Don’t try to move, just relax.” The annoying beeping faded, and Silas focused on the sounds of someone moving next to him, and the warmth of a hand taking hold of his. Larger, callused, strong. Silas smiled, despite the itching around his upper lip and nose. He closed his fingers around the hand that held his, and rubbed his thumb over hot, smooth skin. He hated to be touched by strangers, but this man, this hand, was something else. “Nurse, I think he’s waking up.” That voice again. “Hey, angel. Can you open your eyes?
The doctor is coming, and some people need to talk to you. Can you wake up for me?” “Keep…” Silas whispered, throat dry. He swallowed, and tried again with better success. “Keep talking to me.” A chuckle, flowing like warm water over his body. Silas shivered, and held the hand tighter. It had been so long since he felt the affectionate touch of another. That kiss which started his nightmare didn’t count, it was nothing compared to how it felt to hold this man’s hand. “I can do that. Let me see those eyes, kiddo. Wake up for me.” “Not a kid.” Silas pried one eye open a fraction, wanting to see the owner of the sexiest voice in the world. His eyes watered at the brightness, and he blinked, managing to open them both.
Everything was blurry, and it was hard to think past the gray haze swirling around in his brain. He squinted, and his gaze narrowed to the figure standing next to him. “Wow….” Silas breathed out, in awe. “You are so pretty.” The man above him froze, bronzed skin going dusky rose from a blush that swept his high cheekbones. Dark eyes, dark hair shorn short, and tattoos peeking out over the top of a dark blue uniform shirt collar, the man above him could’ve been a one of those half-naked veteran models that was flooding Facebook.
Just wearing too many clothes. He was gorgeous. And he looked very tired. He should be scared. This man, this hot, sexy man, was exactly the type of guy he should be afraid of, he should be wary of…though his father was older, and not as broad across the chest and shoulders. This man oozed strength, without the malice his father wore like a mantle. This man gave him a soft, awed smile, a smile that made Silas’ skin shiver in reaction, his belly quiver. “Umm, thanks. You’re not bad looking yourself, kid. Can you tell me your name?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I'm a thirty something bisexual cisgendered woman with way too big an imagination, but that comes in handy when I'm writing. I have been writing since I was a child, when I took a four page assignment on what I was going to do on summer vacation and turned it into a 100 page fantasy epic all written by hand...in crayons. No joke.
I work a day job, but I can't share for who, since the Old Man isn't as liberated as the people who read my books. I'm married, I have furbabies, and I live with loved ones. I adore a certain show about a British consulting detective and his grumpy army doctor, and that spawned an addiction to Johnlock fanfiction, which then evolved into me writing it. Gawd, that's embarrassing. Put this down in the TMI section of my Bio, okay? I enjoy martial arts, movies where things blow up, and I wish I lived in a Marvel movie.
I live in the beautiful and lonely Berkshire County in Massachusetts, and I see way more wildlife than I care to on a daily basis (bears!). My perfect day is reading surrounded by friends and family who don't think it's odd I want to hang out but not talk, and my favorite scent of all time is a cool fall evening with leaves burning....less a scent, and more of an experience. My writing is focused on gay and lesbian people, who are more than interesting side characters that hang out with the heterosexual MCs. My wish for the future is that when people ask me what I do for a living, I can say, "I write gay romance," and NOT get weird looks. Also write under pen name Revella Hawthorne.
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Blog as SJ Himes: http://www.wherethewolvesrun.blogspot.com/
Twitter : @WriterSJHimes
Facebook/SJ Himes: https://www.facebook.com/SJHimes/
Facebook/Revella Hawthorne: https://www.facebook.com/Revella-Hawthorne-742177039236198/
Mari's Review:
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
Silas is running away from his abusive, powerful father and hiding away in an alley when he's hit by a bullet along with others when a crazy man shots into a crowd. Paramedic Gael Dominic finds him and they are drawn together in ways neither of them expected, as Gael helps Silas escape.
I loved this story more than words can express! There's age difference, Silas is 19 and Gael is 33, but they work perfectly. They have both dealt with traumatic experiences that have shaped them into the men they are. Silas hates being touched, but with Gael he can't be close enough. And Gael hasn't left anyone get close to him, except his friend Jim, until he meets Silas. They have great chemistry and are hot together, and that along with the action-packed, fast-paced plot kept me on the edge of my seat until the last page. Just amazing!
Rating: 5 Stars!!!
*Christmas in LaLa Land by Liv Rancourt
Blurb:
For a Danaan sidhe like Aron, touching a human has consequences, while Damian’s hiding some serious scars behind his smile. A holiday trip to LA forces them to choose between acting on their attraction or giving up on love because of the past.
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My mug was half-empty when the boxy, green, AmazonFresh delivery truck pulled up behind the house. I held my breath. What if he’d taken the day off? The truck’s engine stopped with a heavy cough. My heartbeat hitched, skittered, and I washed down a tangle of nerves with some coffee. The Man of the Hour swung out of the driver’s seat, all dark, dark skin, glossy white smile, and a sweet fade with mini-dreads on top. Damian Jones. The whole package made me shiver. A moment later he knocked, and I popped up to open the back door. “Gurl, you look like something the cat upchucked and left for dead,” Damian said. The gleam in his dark eyes lit a match somewhere down south of my border. Awkward, because I’d dressed in little bootie shorts and had to sit down fast to avoid giving him an anatomy lesson. “Thanks, darling.” Sitting didn’t disappoint me. I mean, it’s not like I was hoping he’d notice my ass. At all. Lying.
He carried in two large, green plastic tubs loaded with enough stuff to make his biceps bulge. Setting them down by our antique refrigerator, he gave the kitchen a quick scan. “You know where she put the empties?” “Maybe down in the basement?” A nice person would get up and look. A nice person who didn’t have a hard-on busting through his bootie shorts. “All right, honey. I got another armload out in the truck, and then I’ll go get ’em.” He called me honey! Damian left, and the burned coffee stink overwhelmed me.
He handled everything with such cool while I sat like fruit on a log. I huffed, straightened, and planted my hands on my hips. Not this time. This time I’d take the initiative. Jumping out of the chair, I figured the steep cellar stairs would bring my dick crashing back to reality. The empty Amazon containers were there, and on the way back to the kitchen, my initiative rolled over into inspiration. Or insanity. In my excitement, I almost ran right into Damian. He came through the back door, carrying a couple soft-sided carriers by the straps. “Hey,” I said, spitting out the word before common sense could crush my enthusiasm. His tongue flirted with me, bright pink against his dark lips. “Wassup?” “Ahh ... do you have time for coffee?” Because why live forever if you hate being alive?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.
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Come find me. We’ll have fun!
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Mari's Review:
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
Aron is a Danaan sidhe or fairy, and touching humans has serious consequences for the human, such as addiction, which makes his attraction to delivery guy, Damian, not something he can act upon, even when Damian is showing signs that he's equally interested in Aron. But Damian also has a secret that can potentially affect their relationship.
This story was very good! I liked the way the author interwove the paranormal aspect into the book, in a fun, roundabout way that didn't feel forced at all. I loved how Damian and Aron worked together, too, despite them not being able to touch at first, and how even as affected Aron was by their proximity he always kept Damian on the forefront. It was a lovely read for sure!
Rating: 5 Stars!!!
Mari's Review:
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
Aron is a Danaan sidhe or fairy, and touching humans has serious consequences for the human, such as addiction, which makes his attraction to delivery guy, Damian, not something he can act upon, even when Damian is showing signs that he's equally interested in Aron. But Damian also has a secret that can potentially affect their relationship.
This story was very good! I liked the way the author interwove the paranormal aspect into the book, in a fun, roundabout way that didn't feel forced at all. I loved how Damian and Aron worked together, too, despite them not being able to touch at first, and how even as affected Aron was by their proximity he always kept Damian on the forefront. It was a lovely read for sure!
Rating: 5 Stars!!!
Mari's Review:
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
All in all, this was a fantastic collection of stories! They were just perfect to showcase the Home for the Holidays theme and left me with a huge smile in my face!
Overall Rating: 5 Stars!!!
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