Thursday, May 31, 2012
A picture is worth...
Sorry guys! I missed posting our eyecandy for a week, so I thought I'd better have something extra good for you this time. I am calling this guy to unclog my sink, that's for sure--his butt crack would be worth looking at! Anyone who wants to offer a little story or excerpt (100 to 1000 words) to provide me with an excuse to post this gorgeous guy again (plus get your covers, blurb, and links on the screen) email me at CryselleC AT gmail DOT com. And the rest of us will sit here and drool.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Scott Sapphire and the Emerald Orchid
Title: Scott Sapphire and the Emerald Orchid
Author: Geoffrey Knight
Cover Artist: u/k
Publisher: Dare Empire eMedia Productions
Genre: contemporary, adventure
Length: 129 pages / 42k words
Meet Scott Sapphire—lover of French champagne, Belgian chocolate and dangerous men. He is suave. He is sexy. He is a man of the world—and a man that the world desperately wants to catch.
For Scott Sapphire is the greatest jewel thief of our time.
Dashing. Daring. And always neck-deep in trouble.
But when Scott’s latest heist lands him in possession of a map to a rare and precious orchid, it’ll take more than bedroom eyes and a charming smile to stay one step ahead of one of the world’s most powerful business tycoons, as well as keep the CIA off Scott’s back and a handsome special agent out of his pants—or maybe not.
From the Venice canals to the Amazon rainforest, from Rio de Janeiro to the casinos of Monte Carlo, comes a brand new gay hero as irresistible as diamonds and pearls.
Adventure has a new name! And that name is Scott Sapphire.
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From the first moment of the story, the reader is thrown into a non-stop action adventure, with dashing heroes, daring escapades, elusive treasures, a romantic interlude or three, and more peril than you can shake a diamond encrusted wand at. (I made up the wand. It might be in a later story, the way this book reads.) Jake Stone and Scott Sapphire are both hot for each other and interested in some of the same things outside the bedroom, which plays out with a flourish and a promise, or maybe it’s a threat.
And then we never see Jake again. Wait, what?
But never fear, Scott and his acquired family are off to more adventures, in search of treasures to remove from the evil rich and repurpose to doing good in the world, although they might, in best Saint style, keep a dollar or two for themselves.
The story has a slew of running gags, and hearkens back to Leslie Charteris’ Simon Templar books for derring-do and slickly executed capers. The non-stop peril brings one more in mind of Indiana Jones, what with dashing through jungles, temples, and the occasional posh living room. There’s even a big dollop of Dickens thrown in, and that can’t be accidental when a secondary character is named Artie Dodge.
The mixture is a potent brew of lighthearted adventure, and so when the author broke the tension of a hugely gripping scene to throw in a Dickensian flashback, I actually shook my computer in frustration. I considered just skipping past it for the time being, and was angry for the pace getting yanked to a halt. I was having a good time and then: face, meet wall. Abrupt pace change aside, the story did succeed in bringing me back in, and I was interested in the flashback scenes once I got past the annoyance.
My other issue is an over-used stylistic quirk involving stacked single sentence paragraphs. They added to the tension in places and were merely irritating in others.
The story takes Scott into exotic locations all over the world, and each place is so lovingly described that one feels sure the author has used his favorite places to set this book, ranging from the palaces of Venice to the depths of the Amazon. Whether it’s the excitement of a rooftop chase or an unauthorized soiree in an expensive apartment, the setting is vivid and tactile.
While Jake faded into the past, a sexy new opponent pops up. He’s everywhere, and terribly attractive, and every time Scott thinks he’s either figured the man out or ditched him, there he is. He’s got more twists than a pretzel and an interesting mindset. Tom provides an enemies to lovers arc, and is the real romantic interest here.
The antagonists are delightfully over the top in the best Bond tradition, with skills, hardware, and motivation enough to slay our hero a dozen times over--they are worthy opponents. One particular quirk introduced an unneeded squicky element, as if we needed more reason to loathe them.
Nothing is quite as it seems in this story, and since it’s not overexplained, it’s a lot of fun. There’s a complete story arc between these covers, aside from the forgotten Jake. He had a large POV section, so he may well have a part to play in further installments. It’s not so much a cliffhanger at the end as a very pointy hook, and I’d like to know how Scott deals with this one. 4 marbles
Author: Geoffrey Knight
Cover Artist: u/k
Publisher: Dare Empire eMedia Productions
Genre: contemporary, adventure
Length: 129 pages / 42k words
Meet Scott Sapphire—lover of French champagne, Belgian chocolate and dangerous men. He is suave. He is sexy. He is a man of the world—and a man that the world desperately wants to catch.
For Scott Sapphire is the greatest jewel thief of our time.
Dashing. Daring. And always neck-deep in trouble.
But when Scott’s latest heist lands him in possession of a map to a rare and precious orchid, it’ll take more than bedroom eyes and a charming smile to stay one step ahead of one of the world’s most powerful business tycoons, as well as keep the CIA off Scott’s back and a handsome special agent out of his pants—or maybe not.
From the Venice canals to the Amazon rainforest, from Rio de Janeiro to the casinos of Monte Carlo, comes a brand new gay hero as irresistible as diamonds and pearls.
Adventure has a new name! And that name is Scott Sapphire.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the first moment of the story, the reader is thrown into a non-stop action adventure, with dashing heroes, daring escapades, elusive treasures, a romantic interlude or three, and more peril than you can shake a diamond encrusted wand at. (I made up the wand. It might be in a later story, the way this book reads.) Jake Stone and Scott Sapphire are both hot for each other and interested in some of the same things outside the bedroom, which plays out with a flourish and a promise, or maybe it’s a threat.
And then we never see Jake again. Wait, what?
But never fear, Scott and his acquired family are off to more adventures, in search of treasures to remove from the evil rich and repurpose to doing good in the world, although they might, in best Saint style, keep a dollar or two for themselves.
The story has a slew of running gags, and hearkens back to Leslie Charteris’ Simon Templar books for derring-do and slickly executed capers. The non-stop peril brings one more in mind of Indiana Jones, what with dashing through jungles, temples, and the occasional posh living room. There’s even a big dollop of Dickens thrown in, and that can’t be accidental when a secondary character is named Artie Dodge.
The mixture is a potent brew of lighthearted adventure, and so when the author broke the tension of a hugely gripping scene to throw in a Dickensian flashback, I actually shook my computer in frustration. I considered just skipping past it for the time being, and was angry for the pace getting yanked to a halt. I was having a good time and then: face, meet wall. Abrupt pace change aside, the story did succeed in bringing me back in, and I was interested in the flashback scenes once I got past the annoyance.
My other issue is an over-used stylistic quirk involving stacked single sentence paragraphs. They added to the tension in places and were merely irritating in others.
The story takes Scott into exotic locations all over the world, and each place is so lovingly described that one feels sure the author has used his favorite places to set this book, ranging from the palaces of Venice to the depths of the Amazon. Whether it’s the excitement of a rooftop chase or an unauthorized soiree in an expensive apartment, the setting is vivid and tactile.
While Jake faded into the past, a sexy new opponent pops up. He’s everywhere, and terribly attractive, and every time Scott thinks he’s either figured the man out or ditched him, there he is. He’s got more twists than a pretzel and an interesting mindset. Tom provides an enemies to lovers arc, and is the real romantic interest here.
The antagonists are delightfully over the top in the best Bond tradition, with skills, hardware, and motivation enough to slay our hero a dozen times over--they are worthy opponents. One particular quirk introduced an unneeded squicky element, as if we needed more reason to loathe them.
Nothing is quite as it seems in this story, and since it’s not overexplained, it’s a lot of fun. There’s a complete story arc between these covers, aside from the forgotten Jake. He had a large POV section, so he may well have a part to play in further installments. It’s not so much a cliffhanger at the end as a very pointy hook, and I’d like to know how Scott deals with this one. 4 marbles
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
The Rare Event by PD Singer
The Rare Event by P.D. Singer
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Genre: GLBT, M/M, Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Length: 350 pages
Rating: 5 Divas and a Recommended Read
Hedge fund trader Ricky Santeramo has it all: money, looks, and fellow trader Jonathan Hogenboom. The two couldn’t be more different: Jon is from old money, while Ricky clawed his way out of blue-collar New Jersey. Jon hedges his positions; Ricky goes for broke. Jon likes opera and the Yankees; Ricky prefers clubbing. Jon drinks wine with dinner; Ricky throws back a beer. Jon wants monogamy… but Ricky likes variety.
Bankrupt airlines are facing strikes, the housing market is starting to crumble, and Jon can’t wait any longer for Ricky to commit. One last night alone and one last risky trade make Jon say, “Enough.” Then Jon’s old friend Davis comes to New York City, ready for baseball and forever. The whole world is chaos, but there are fortunes to be made—or lost—and hearts to be broken—or won.
Faced with losing it all, Ricky must make the savviest trades of his life and pray for a rare event. His portfolio and Jon’s love are on the line
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Not committed yet” and cheating aren’t the same, and if you can’t see a difference, don’t even pick up this book. You’ll only be unhappy with Ricky, who hasn’t moved past the dating stage even though Jon is ready and anxious for them to be exclusive. PD Singer has started in the middle of the story in The Rare Event, and a jam packed story it is.
Ricky and Jon work together in a hedge fund with a tainted reputation. Their boss Edgar is a social pariah for good reason, and hires his staff from the fringes of the financial world, even if they are smart and talented. Whether they didn’t go to top tier schools, or have some scandal in their past, if they can’t make it here, they might as well go work for a bank in Syracuse because the rest of Wall Street won’t touch them. And if they fight Edgar, they’d better be ready to leave. He seems over the top, but once I read the news reports about the sex scandals at the International Monetary Fund, it’s more art imitating life. It’s not just the mortgage crisis that was ripped from the headlines into the fabric of this book.
Both Ricky and Jon would love to find some leverage against the old monster but fear of what he’ll do to get even deters them. In the meantime, they’ve got to make some money in between trips to Fire Island and trying to sort out whether or not Ricky is ever going to commit to Jon. Each of them have their own sorrows, and what makes each of them tick is gradually revealed. Some of it is heartbreaking—I wanted to hunt down one character and punch his nose, but even he comes to understand where he went wrong. There is no easy forgiveness for such a terrible wrong, and the book doesn’t cheapen either the apology or the reaction by reaching for it.
Jon finally decides that he can’t wait any longer for Ricky to make up his mind because the waiting hurts too much. That’s one rare event Ricky didn’t see coming, and he misses the signs on another, but in his defense, Wall Street missed the signs too in real life. So he has two disasters on his doorstep, and now Davis, someone Jon’s known a long time, is in the picture and hoping Jon is interested, as in forever, now, please, interested, and the best he gets is baseball games. Ricky can only grit his teeth and watch, and endure the baseball, which he thinks is like watching paint dry.
Ricky ends up finding out what is really important to him, with Jon, with his honor, and with his career. Ms Singer takes everything away from him before giving him anything back at all because he has to grow into being worthy of Jon, who also grows into more self-confidence.
Watch for PD Singer’s trademark secondary romance in the background. It’s kind of cute, and another character desperately needs a story of his own. The other secondary characters are well-rounded and vivid; the action on the trading floor is wild and the sums of money involved are enormous but true. There’s a glossary in the back that explains enough of the technical stuff for us to keep up with the stock market scenes, and if you just read it as yeah, they know what they’re doing, it’s still exciting, and sexy. As Ricky says about misbehaving at the office, “I reserve the right to one kiss for every fifty thousand dollars. Another nineteen million dollar day could test my resolve.” The story is very plotty, and it all ties in with the romance.
The underlying idea here is separating value from price, and about finding out what’s really important to you. Ricky comes to understand what he should treasure, and becomes a far better man in the process. This book is truly a Rare Event. 5 Marbles
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Genre: GLBT, M/M, Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Length: 350 pages
Rating: 5 Divas and a Recommended Read
Hedge fund trader Ricky Santeramo has it all: money, looks, and fellow trader Jonathan Hogenboom. The two couldn’t be more different: Jon is from old money, while Ricky clawed his way out of blue-collar New Jersey. Jon hedges his positions; Ricky goes for broke. Jon likes opera and the Yankees; Ricky prefers clubbing. Jon drinks wine with dinner; Ricky throws back a beer. Jon wants monogamy… but Ricky likes variety.
Bankrupt airlines are facing strikes, the housing market is starting to crumble, and Jon can’t wait any longer for Ricky to commit. One last night alone and one last risky trade make Jon say, “Enough.” Then Jon’s old friend Davis comes to New York City, ready for baseball and forever. The whole world is chaos, but there are fortunes to be made—or lost—and hearts to be broken—or won.
Faced with losing it all, Ricky must make the savviest trades of his life and pray for a rare event. His portfolio and Jon’s love are on the line
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Not committed yet” and cheating aren’t the same, and if you can’t see a difference, don’t even pick up this book. You’ll only be unhappy with Ricky, who hasn’t moved past the dating stage even though Jon is ready and anxious for them to be exclusive. PD Singer has started in the middle of the story in The Rare Event, and a jam packed story it is.
Ricky and Jon work together in a hedge fund with a tainted reputation. Their boss Edgar is a social pariah for good reason, and hires his staff from the fringes of the financial world, even if they are smart and talented. Whether they didn’t go to top tier schools, or have some scandal in their past, if they can’t make it here, they might as well go work for a bank in Syracuse because the rest of Wall Street won’t touch them. And if they fight Edgar, they’d better be ready to leave. He seems over the top, but once I read the news reports about the sex scandals at the International Monetary Fund, it’s more art imitating life. It’s not just the mortgage crisis that was ripped from the headlines into the fabric of this book.
Both Ricky and Jon would love to find some leverage against the old monster but fear of what he’ll do to get even deters them. In the meantime, they’ve got to make some money in between trips to Fire Island and trying to sort out whether or not Ricky is ever going to commit to Jon. Each of them have their own sorrows, and what makes each of them tick is gradually revealed. Some of it is heartbreaking—I wanted to hunt down one character and punch his nose, but even he comes to understand where he went wrong. There is no easy forgiveness for such a terrible wrong, and the book doesn’t cheapen either the apology or the reaction by reaching for it.
Jon finally decides that he can’t wait any longer for Ricky to make up his mind because the waiting hurts too much. That’s one rare event Ricky didn’t see coming, and he misses the signs on another, but in his defense, Wall Street missed the signs too in real life. So he has two disasters on his doorstep, and now Davis, someone Jon’s known a long time, is in the picture and hoping Jon is interested, as in forever, now, please, interested, and the best he gets is baseball games. Ricky can only grit his teeth and watch, and endure the baseball, which he thinks is like watching paint dry.
Ricky ends up finding out what is really important to him, with Jon, with his honor, and with his career. Ms Singer takes everything away from him before giving him anything back at all because he has to grow into being worthy of Jon, who also grows into more self-confidence.
Watch for PD Singer’s trademark secondary romance in the background. It’s kind of cute, and another character desperately needs a story of his own. The other secondary characters are well-rounded and vivid; the action on the trading floor is wild and the sums of money involved are enormous but true. There’s a glossary in the back that explains enough of the technical stuff for us to keep up with the stock market scenes, and if you just read it as yeah, they know what they’re doing, it’s still exciting, and sexy. As Ricky says about misbehaving at the office, “I reserve the right to one kiss for every fifty thousand dollars. Another nineteen million dollar day could test my resolve.” The story is very plotty, and it all ties in with the romance.
The underlying idea here is separating value from price, and about finding out what’s really important to you. Ricky comes to understand what he should treasure, and becomes a far better man in the process. This book is truly a Rare Event. 5 Marbles
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Blog Hop winner! And everyone else can win too!
Thanks to everyone for stopping by!
Gigi was my lucky winner--check your email so I can pay up!
Also, I am a doink and forgot to post an added goody for everyone: those who signed up to follow the blog here, or for that matter, to follow me on Twitter (I'm @CryselleBook) can have a copy of Carole Cummings and PD Singer's fun short, Crepuscule Monstrum. Also if you follow either of them on their blogs or on Twitter, although you'll have to leave an email addy somewhere so we can send it.
PD Singer is at http://pdsinger.com and goes by @PD_Singer, and Carole is at http://www.carolecummings.com/ and @cummingscarole.
The whole adventure started when I posted a prompt pic here, and Carole wrote a ficlet for it, except she got to right around 1000 words and left it on a cliffie. She had no idea Pam was gonna come along and finish it, or how. So when they made this pretty ebook, they let me in on the deal for being an instigator. But you can have a copy, and get news from two great writers and one opinionated blogger. Follow any one of us on your choice of media for the story, or all three if you like.
The nightmare from an old painting, Crepuscule Monstrum, requires sacrifice. Merrick has been chosen. For what, he knows not, but he's terrified until the monster--laughs.
Is he Merrick or Michael? Is Jake really Jake, or is he Crepuscule Monstrum? And is it really so awful to touch this "horrible creature"?
Contains Crepuscule Monstrum Part 1 and Crepuscule Monstrum Part 2.
Gigi was my lucky winner--check your email so I can pay up!
Also, I am a doink and forgot to post an added goody for everyone: those who signed up to follow the blog here, or for that matter, to follow me on Twitter (I'm @CryselleBook) can have a copy of Carole Cummings and PD Singer's fun short, Crepuscule Monstrum. Also if you follow either of them on their blogs or on Twitter, although you'll have to leave an email addy somewhere so we can send it.
PD Singer is at http://pdsinger.com and goes by @PD_Singer, and Carole is at http://www.carolecummings.com/ and @cummingscarole.
The whole adventure started when I posted a prompt pic here, and Carole wrote a ficlet for it, except she got to right around 1000 words and left it on a cliffie. She had no idea Pam was gonna come along and finish it, or how. So when they made this pretty ebook, they let me in on the deal for being an instigator. But you can have a copy, and get news from two great writers and one opinionated blogger. Follow any one of us on your choice of media for the story, or all three if you like.
The nightmare from an old painting, Crepuscule Monstrum, requires sacrifice. Merrick has been chosen. For what, he knows not, but he's terrified until the monster--laughs.
Is he Merrick or Michael? Is Jake really Jake, or is he Crepuscule Monstrum? And is it really so awful to touch this "horrible creature"?
Contains Crepuscule Monstrum Part 1 and Crepuscule Monstrum Part 2.
Hop Against Homophobia
Love is love. No one should have to hide away because of who they love, any more than they should have to hide away for wearing size 10 shoes or having blue eyes.
I read and review stories about men in love here: come in take a look, maybe read one of the Thousand Word Thursday stories (tagged Thousand Word Thursday or free read), or find a book to read later. The men in these stories could be men like your friend or your brother, your neighbor or classmate.
The difference between a bigot and a homosexual is that a bigot has the possibility to change.And is the only one we should ask to change.
Leave a comment here or anywhere on the blog (I can find it) to be entered into a drawing for $10 in ebook bucks to use at All Romance eBooks or Omnilit. Follow the blog for an extra entry into the drawing.
I read and review stories about men in love here: come in take a look, maybe read one of the Thousand Word Thursday stories (tagged Thousand Word Thursday or free read), or find a book to read later. The men in these stories could be men like your friend or your brother, your neighbor or classmate.
The difference between a bigot and a homosexual is that a bigot has the possibility to change.And is the only one we should ask to change.
Leave a comment here or anywhere on the blog (I can find it) to be entered into a drawing for $10 in ebook bucks to use at All Romance eBooks or Omnilit. Follow the blog for an extra entry into the drawing.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Snow Day by Juniper Gray
Title: Snow Day
Author: Juniper Gray
Cover Artist: n/a
Publisher: Torquere
Genre: Contemporary
Length: 28 pages
Jim and Johnny have been best friends and neighbors for two years, and although neither knows that the other is gay, they secretly yearn for their relationship to be more than it is. Jim has had a difficult year, and Johnny doesn't want to add to his worries and possibly alienate him by confessing. Jim would like nothing more than to take Johnny in his arms, but is afraid Johnny won't feel the same.
A bitter snow storm helps them both to realize that life is all about taking chances.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This sweet and playful story starts dismally, with a nasty blizzard and nothing much in the cupboard. Jim and Johnny make a trek to the grocery store to find the shelves stripped of most goods. We meet them walking back with bags of oddments, when a pristine snowfield beckons. Johnny’s willing to see the adventure in their situation, and leaps to make footprints and snowballs. He has to tease Jim into dropping his worries long enough to play. Once home, the memories of almost kisses and the need to warm up and dry off lead the two neighbors into confidences, revelations, and presently into bed.
The story arc isn’t at all complex, but sweetly done, with natural-feeling conversations and small admissions—the two have lived next door and helped each other without really learning much detail. While I was a little startled by two years and no gaydar pings, the disclosures of private sorrows and histories built the intimacy between them detail by detail, very nicely done. The declarations of love startled me more; while I love a friends to lovers story, the jump to “I love you” was extremely fast.
I wish one of the characters had been named differently; having two J names made me work a little harder to keep the men clear in my mind and to keep POV focused. One POV change was clearly marked by a section break but there seemed to be more though the wobbles might have been reader error. Johnny and Carl or something else different would have reduced this issue.
This was a delightful diversion all the same—the author made me feel the snow down my neck and the sweetness of the embraces, and left me happy for the couple. It’s a hot read about a cold day.
3.75 Marbles
Full disclosure: The author sent a ficlet based on a prompt picture for Thousand Word Thursday, but she had more to say about that snowy mess, and I must make sure Juniper Gray has more pictures to inspire her.
Author: Juniper Gray
Cover Artist: n/a
Publisher: Torquere
Genre: Contemporary
Length: 28 pages
Jim and Johnny have been best friends and neighbors for two years, and although neither knows that the other is gay, they secretly yearn for their relationship to be more than it is. Jim has had a difficult year, and Johnny doesn't want to add to his worries and possibly alienate him by confessing. Jim would like nothing more than to take Johnny in his arms, but is afraid Johnny won't feel the same.
A bitter snow storm helps them both to realize that life is all about taking chances.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This sweet and playful story starts dismally, with a nasty blizzard and nothing much in the cupboard. Jim and Johnny make a trek to the grocery store to find the shelves stripped of most goods. We meet them walking back with bags of oddments, when a pristine snowfield beckons. Johnny’s willing to see the adventure in their situation, and leaps to make footprints and snowballs. He has to tease Jim into dropping his worries long enough to play. Once home, the memories of almost kisses and the need to warm up and dry off lead the two neighbors into confidences, revelations, and presently into bed.
The story arc isn’t at all complex, but sweetly done, with natural-feeling conversations and small admissions—the two have lived next door and helped each other without really learning much detail. While I was a little startled by two years and no gaydar pings, the disclosures of private sorrows and histories built the intimacy between them detail by detail, very nicely done. The declarations of love startled me more; while I love a friends to lovers story, the jump to “I love you” was extremely fast.
I wish one of the characters had been named differently; having two J names made me work a little harder to keep the men clear in my mind and to keep POV focused. One POV change was clearly marked by a section break but there seemed to be more though the wobbles might have been reader error. Johnny and Carl or something else different would have reduced this issue.
This was a delightful diversion all the same—the author made me feel the snow down my neck and the sweetness of the embraces, and left me happy for the couple. It’s a hot read about a cold day.
3.75 Marbles
Full disclosure: The author sent a ficlet based on a prompt picture for Thousand Word Thursday, but she had more to say about that snowy mess, and I must make sure Juniper Gray has more pictures to inspire her.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Other Side of Night by SL Armstrong and K Piet
Title: Other Side of Night: Bastian and Riley
Author: S.L. Armstrong and K. Piet
Cover Artist: Nathie Block
Publisher: Storm Moon Press
Genre: paranormal
Length: 47k words/190 pages
Vampires walk among us. For centuries, they have adapted, learning to pass undetected in our world. They no longer fear the day, only the sting of direct sunlight. They are students, bankers, lawyers, and even actors. But when the sun goes down, they are all united by their eternal thirst. We do not see them from our safe and comfortable side of the night. But sometimes, one of us is drawn away from the light and we cross into their world. Into the other side of night.
Sebastian Rossi's second year at the University of Tennessee began much differently than his first. He rushes to and from his classes, covered head to toe in thick clothing. Parties are a thing of the past, and dating hasn't been high on his list of priorities. No, high on his needs is blood. Lots of it. Adjusting to the changes no one even told him would happen following one great night of partying and sex has been hell for Bastian, but he's managing.
Riley Lynch's dream is to be a veterinarian. He works hard to pay his tuition, reads in every spare moment, and tries to forget the nightmare of his sophomore year. Summer has washed away all the bad, leaving him refreshed and eager for his junior year at UT. Life is finally looking up for him, and he has no intention of sliding back down into the depression that had consumed him during his last relationship.
A chance meeting brings their two worlds into alignment and passion sparks between them. When Riley learns of the changes Bastian is going through, he has a choice to make: walk away or embrace the night.
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Isn’t college tough enough without a growing craving for blood and an aversion to the sun that makes getting to midday classes difficult? Bastian’s trying to keep his grades up and his appetite down, but since he hasn’t really got a clue what’s happened to him, trying to grow a relationship is twice as hard.
Riley has his own difficulties—he fled his last university and the abusive boyfriend, bringing with him his work ethic and a raft of trust issues. Getting involved with a man who has a lot of secrets is a set-up for problems.
The Other Side of Night is a lighter-hearted take on vampires than most—neither man believes in them at first, and only time, experience, and a harsh encounter make believers out of them. Bastian doesn’t seem to have many of the strengths normally associated with vampires, or he hasn’t learned to use them. No super speed or strength, no materializing under doors as smoke, or any of the goodies, really, just a really intense desire to take a nip out of Riley in bed. No wonder he’s having such a hard time adjusting. It would help if an older vampire had left a manual or at least some advice.
Riley’s healing from an abusive situation, so he and Bastian take it slow, really slow, growing into trust and friendship before they make the leap into sex. The revelation of Bastian’s new nature, which he can barely fathom, let alone explain to Riley, comes as a betrayal—any echo of bad boyfriend rocks Riley to the core, and he’s got a lot of shocks coming as the two figure out themselves and their relationship. It’s rather sweet to see vampirism coming as a possible deal-breaker with an otherwise marvelous guy, instead of being the huge lure.
The plot seems to veer toward a certain confrontation—I kept waiting for it, but every time the set-up seemed to lead that way, it twisted sideways again, leading to a certain amount of frustrated anticipation on my part, although it wasn't exactly a loose end. I did get something I didn’t anticipate, an acute demonstration of how Riley has changed in other ways from being with Bastian. This came as a horrible shock to Riley, and I really felt for him while he explored his very limited options, although his flip-out might come as a horrible shock to readers who don’t care for any hint of infidelity in their stories. I saw it as desperation more than anything else, and understandable.
I liked the characters very much, being good-hearted young men with some whacked-out problems, trying to solve them with the best of intentions and the worst of coping skills. The secondary characters came with a few interesting twists of their own, and were a nice but not intrusive touch, and they did get the one true eyes-bugging-out moment. The pacing seemed a little uneven, but this was a pleasing read all the same. Focused more on trust than the good or evil of vampires, this is young love with blood rather than horror. 4 marbles
(This story is available in print and ebook, and also as a bundle with both. Nice touch. Also, the publisher's web site has been redesigned and is very clear and easy to use.)
Author: S.L. Armstrong and K. Piet
Cover Artist: Nathie Block
Publisher: Storm Moon Press
Genre: paranormal
Length: 47k words/190 pages
Vampires walk among us. For centuries, they have adapted, learning to pass undetected in our world. They no longer fear the day, only the sting of direct sunlight. They are students, bankers, lawyers, and even actors. But when the sun goes down, they are all united by their eternal thirst. We do not see them from our safe and comfortable side of the night. But sometimes, one of us is drawn away from the light and we cross into their world. Into the other side of night.
Sebastian Rossi's second year at the University of Tennessee began much differently than his first. He rushes to and from his classes, covered head to toe in thick clothing. Parties are a thing of the past, and dating hasn't been high on his list of priorities. No, high on his needs is blood. Lots of it. Adjusting to the changes no one even told him would happen following one great night of partying and sex has been hell for Bastian, but he's managing.
Riley Lynch's dream is to be a veterinarian. He works hard to pay his tuition, reads in every spare moment, and tries to forget the nightmare of his sophomore year. Summer has washed away all the bad, leaving him refreshed and eager for his junior year at UT. Life is finally looking up for him, and he has no intention of sliding back down into the depression that had consumed him during his last relationship.
A chance meeting brings their two worlds into alignment and passion sparks between them. When Riley learns of the changes Bastian is going through, he has a choice to make: walk away or embrace the night.
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Isn’t college tough enough without a growing craving for blood and an aversion to the sun that makes getting to midday classes difficult? Bastian’s trying to keep his grades up and his appetite down, but since he hasn’t really got a clue what’s happened to him, trying to grow a relationship is twice as hard.
Riley has his own difficulties—he fled his last university and the abusive boyfriend, bringing with him his work ethic and a raft of trust issues. Getting involved with a man who has a lot of secrets is a set-up for problems.
The Other Side of Night is a lighter-hearted take on vampires than most—neither man believes in them at first, and only time, experience, and a harsh encounter make believers out of them. Bastian doesn’t seem to have many of the strengths normally associated with vampires, or he hasn’t learned to use them. No super speed or strength, no materializing under doors as smoke, or any of the goodies, really, just a really intense desire to take a nip out of Riley in bed. No wonder he’s having such a hard time adjusting. It would help if an older vampire had left a manual or at least some advice.
Riley’s healing from an abusive situation, so he and Bastian take it slow, really slow, growing into trust and friendship before they make the leap into sex. The revelation of Bastian’s new nature, which he can barely fathom, let alone explain to Riley, comes as a betrayal—any echo of bad boyfriend rocks Riley to the core, and he’s got a lot of shocks coming as the two figure out themselves and their relationship. It’s rather sweet to see vampirism coming as a possible deal-breaker with an otherwise marvelous guy, instead of being the huge lure.
The plot seems to veer toward a certain confrontation—I kept waiting for it, but every time the set-up seemed to lead that way, it twisted sideways again, leading to a certain amount of frustrated anticipation on my part, although it wasn't exactly a loose end. I did get something I didn’t anticipate, an acute demonstration of how Riley has changed in other ways from being with Bastian. This came as a horrible shock to Riley, and I really felt for him while he explored his very limited options, although his flip-out might come as a horrible shock to readers who don’t care for any hint of infidelity in their stories. I saw it as desperation more than anything else, and understandable.
I liked the characters very much, being good-hearted young men with some whacked-out problems, trying to solve them with the best of intentions and the worst of coping skills. The secondary characters came with a few interesting twists of their own, and were a nice but not intrusive touch, and they did get the one true eyes-bugging-out moment. The pacing seemed a little uneven, but this was a pleasing read all the same. Focused more on trust than the good or evil of vampires, this is young love with blood rather than horror. 4 marbles
(This story is available in print and ebook, and also as a bundle with both. Nice touch. Also, the publisher's web site has been redesigned and is very clear and easy to use.)
Monday, May 14, 2012
Just His Type by E.E. Montgomery
Title: Just His Type
Author: E.E. Montgomery
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: Contemporary, Bittersweet
Length: 28 pages
Daron’s looking for a certain type: he loves tall, slim older men, and he’s sure one of them will be his one true love, even though he doesn’t truly believe he deserves it. His lack of confidence leads him to a series of meaningless encounters with strangers, convinced that eventually he’ll find a relationship to last a lifetime. His best friend and coworker, Rebel, offers Daron the only stable relationship he’s ever known. Rebel is younger than Daron and only slightly taller, so definitely not his type. Daron enjoys the time they spend together, but refuses to allow himself to think it could be anything more than friendship. He’s never bothered to consider what Rebel thinks….
A Bittersweet Dreams title: It's an unfortunate truth: love doesn't always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move you to tears.
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The Bittersweet line from Dreamspinner tends to very high quality love stories that don’t have an HEA. Most of them have an unexpected twist to account for the absence, or have something as basic as not breathing the same element that interferes. Not here though: there is no strong and enduring love. Daron, the POV character, is extremely shallow and unpleasantly delusional. One can only wonder why Rebel persists.
At nearly thirty, Daron feels the need for something beyond casual encounters, but instead of insisting on something as basic as a name before falling to his knees, he hits the concrete yet again in a tawdry semi-public encounter with someone who’s willing to take but not give. Somehow, this convinces Daron that not only is the man perfect for him, but that given enough time and blowjobs, the stranger will gift him with a name and a relationship and things will be wonderful. All evidence to the contrary fails to budge his dreamworld.
The anonymous connoisseur of blowjobs is perfectly upfront about his intentions.
“I remember the way your hair shines in dim light and
the warmth of your mouth.” The tall man shrugged. “Who
knows how long it’ll take me to remember your name.”
This apparently has enough poetry in it to be seen as an endearing quirk to be overcome on the path to true love.
Sensible commentary (“Him? Still? Are you serious? Why the fuck are you doing this?”) plus little hints from Rebel make no impression either. Out and out suggestions of dates get transformed into something work-related.
The parallel of both men yearning after the unattainable fails to make the story any more satisfying—there is no relationship to twist into the bittersweet sighs of something wonderful gone awry. Even Daron’s late realizations fail to elicit much sympathy after he’s persisted in his fantasy beyond rationality, and I was left glad that Rebel had dodged a bullet.
The writing is competent, but the plot is aggravating; there is no love here even to go wrong, only might have beens, and only one character who elicits any sympathy at all. And it’s neither Daron nor Rebel. 2 Marbles
Author: E.E. Montgomery
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: Contemporary, Bittersweet
Length: 28 pages
Daron’s looking for a certain type: he loves tall, slim older men, and he’s sure one of them will be his one true love, even though he doesn’t truly believe he deserves it. His lack of confidence leads him to a series of meaningless encounters with strangers, convinced that eventually he’ll find a relationship to last a lifetime. His best friend and coworker, Rebel, offers Daron the only stable relationship he’s ever known. Rebel is younger than Daron and only slightly taller, so definitely not his type. Daron enjoys the time they spend together, but refuses to allow himself to think it could be anything more than friendship. He’s never bothered to consider what Rebel thinks….
A Bittersweet Dreams title: It's an unfortunate truth: love doesn't always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move you to tears.
********************************
The Bittersweet line from Dreamspinner tends to very high quality love stories that don’t have an HEA. Most of them have an unexpected twist to account for the absence, or have something as basic as not breathing the same element that interferes. Not here though: there is no strong and enduring love. Daron, the POV character, is extremely shallow and unpleasantly delusional. One can only wonder why Rebel persists.
At nearly thirty, Daron feels the need for something beyond casual encounters, but instead of insisting on something as basic as a name before falling to his knees, he hits the concrete yet again in a tawdry semi-public encounter with someone who’s willing to take but not give. Somehow, this convinces Daron that not only is the man perfect for him, but that given enough time and blowjobs, the stranger will gift him with a name and a relationship and things will be wonderful. All evidence to the contrary fails to budge his dreamworld.
The anonymous connoisseur of blowjobs is perfectly upfront about his intentions.
“I remember the way your hair shines in dim light and
the warmth of your mouth.” The tall man shrugged. “Who
knows how long it’ll take me to remember your name.”
This apparently has enough poetry in it to be seen as an endearing quirk to be overcome on the path to true love.
Sensible commentary (“Him? Still? Are you serious? Why the fuck are you doing this?”) plus little hints from Rebel make no impression either. Out and out suggestions of dates get transformed into something work-related.
The parallel of both men yearning after the unattainable fails to make the story any more satisfying—there is no relationship to twist into the bittersweet sighs of something wonderful gone awry. Even Daron’s late realizations fail to elicit much sympathy after he’s persisted in his fantasy beyond rationality, and I was left glad that Rebel had dodged a bullet.
The writing is competent, but the plot is aggravating; there is no love here even to go wrong, only might have beens, and only one character who elicits any sympathy at all. And it’s neither Daron nor Rebel. 2 Marbles
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Benedetto Casanova, the Memoirs
Title: Benedetto Casanova, the Memoirs
Author: Marten Weber
Cover Artist: Adam Bouska
Publisher: self
Genre: historical
Length: 414 pages
No doubt you have heard of Casanova, the famous womanizer, and maybe you have seen the movie, or read the account of his life. But did you know he may have had a gay brother?
Benedetto, a few years Giacomo’s junior, was pressed into service of the Church to follow the famous lover of women through the courts of Europe. On the way he had amorous adventures with countless men, but, unlike his brother, fell in love and kept alive a romantic relationship with a strapping German soldier over time and distance.
His "memoirs" were discovered only in 1881, when an English traveler rummaging through a private library in Rome found them glued to the pages of a book. They were written in Italian and have never before been published in English. Marten Weber delivers a wonderful "translation" of this challenging text, full of linguistic cunning and his usual talent for breathtaking eroticism.
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The set-up of this novel mirrors historical memoirs after the scholars have had a chance to translate, annotate, and comment. The ruse is extremely well done: the book could easily be mistaken for a real memoir, complete with forwards and translator’s notes, and little breaks in the text where “a fragment of a page” has been lost. The style is chatty and a bit rambling – Benedetto more or less follows the course of his life, stopping to make pithy observations of the human condition, the Church, the treatment of men of “his species,” politics, or a fine dish of rhubarb.
His adventures are many—Benedetto is recruited by the Church to follow his more famous brother around, spying on his activities. Italy is not a united nation at this time in history and the Papal States are a political entity, not a philosophical organization. Who allies with whom matters greatly to the Pope’s political sway, and Giacomo is feared to be organizing political upheaval.
The famous womanizer seldom appears on the page with Benedetto, who is having a great time on the Pope’s payroll, although they do interact indirectly, whether it’s chasing through Venice or Benedetto’s secret assistance in springing Giacomo from prison, a good deed that goes completely uncredited, as Giacomo “rewrites history” to take all the credit himself. One can hear the irritation and the pride over the famous brother’s exploits everywhere but with the ladies. He contrasts his brother's sexual escapades disdainfully with his own: relations between men are purer in his eyes for not carrying the baggage of titles, money, social position, or children.
Mirroring Giacomo’s memoirs, Benedetto frequently mentions his exploits with the legion of men who are willing to break with convention—seldom do six pages go by without at least a mention of a handsome shop boy or a willing soldier, although a few of his chosen companions stay with him for months or years, and he is fond of them and their talents. Benedetto claims to love, but conflates it with sex, although he clearly can perceive a more emotional attachment. Anything resembling constancy to one lover, no matter how dear, simply does not happen in this story: he’s far more likely to have a third, or a fourth, man join him and his beloved.
The endless gossip and rubbing elbows with the movers and the shakers of the day comes with catty asides which range from hysterically funny to scathing to revolting, and feel in the style of Samuel Pepys. It’s engaging: we see with the eyes of history but Benedetto just had a conversation, and sometimes his conclusions are entertainingly wrong, such as his dismissal of Handel’s music in favor of Porpora. His observations on daily life run the same range; one feels immersed in the period. Unless...
Where I was less than pleased with the book was the typography of the dialog. The book is very light on dialog, relying instead on exposition, which suits a memoir of the “period.” What little there is uses nothing as mundane as a quote mark, relying instead on dashes to set off the lines. Ignoring modern convention may have been a nod to the eighteenth century, but it is an unpleasant jolt for the reader, and the periodic drops into modern slang break the spell entirely. The French are “touchy-feely,” a prospective partner “shakes his package,” and the reader is forcibly reminded that this is a novel after all. The “translator’s note” at the beginning indicates that this is intentional, but I do not thank the author for it; it feels sloppy.
My reservations aside, this was an enjoyable and amusing read, with a side of education slipped in, and even incorporates a romance, allowing for the proclivities associated with the name “Casanova” which Benedetto possesses in full measure. I think the blurb’s claims of “breathtaking eroticism” are overblown, but it was good fun. 4.25 marbles
Author: Marten Weber
Cover Artist: Adam Bouska
Publisher: self
Genre: historical
Length: 414 pages
No doubt you have heard of Casanova, the famous womanizer, and maybe you have seen the movie, or read the account of his life. But did you know he may have had a gay brother?
Benedetto, a few years Giacomo’s junior, was pressed into service of the Church to follow the famous lover of women through the courts of Europe. On the way he had amorous adventures with countless men, but, unlike his brother, fell in love and kept alive a romantic relationship with a strapping German soldier over time and distance.
His "memoirs" were discovered only in 1881, when an English traveler rummaging through a private library in Rome found them glued to the pages of a book. They were written in Italian and have never before been published in English. Marten Weber delivers a wonderful "translation" of this challenging text, full of linguistic cunning and his usual talent for breathtaking eroticism.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The set-up of this novel mirrors historical memoirs after the scholars have had a chance to translate, annotate, and comment. The ruse is extremely well done: the book could easily be mistaken for a real memoir, complete with forwards and translator’s notes, and little breaks in the text where “a fragment of a page” has been lost. The style is chatty and a bit rambling – Benedetto more or less follows the course of his life, stopping to make pithy observations of the human condition, the Church, the treatment of men of “his species,” politics, or a fine dish of rhubarb.
His adventures are many—Benedetto is recruited by the Church to follow his more famous brother around, spying on his activities. Italy is not a united nation at this time in history and the Papal States are a political entity, not a philosophical organization. Who allies with whom matters greatly to the Pope’s political sway, and Giacomo is feared to be organizing political upheaval.
The famous womanizer seldom appears on the page with Benedetto, who is having a great time on the Pope’s payroll, although they do interact indirectly, whether it’s chasing through Venice or Benedetto’s secret assistance in springing Giacomo from prison, a good deed that goes completely uncredited, as Giacomo “rewrites history” to take all the credit himself. One can hear the irritation and the pride over the famous brother’s exploits everywhere but with the ladies. He contrasts his brother's sexual escapades disdainfully with his own: relations between men are purer in his eyes for not carrying the baggage of titles, money, social position, or children.
Mirroring Giacomo’s memoirs, Benedetto frequently mentions his exploits with the legion of men who are willing to break with convention—seldom do six pages go by without at least a mention of a handsome shop boy or a willing soldier, although a few of his chosen companions stay with him for months or years, and he is fond of them and their talents. Benedetto claims to love, but conflates it with sex, although he clearly can perceive a more emotional attachment. Anything resembling constancy to one lover, no matter how dear, simply does not happen in this story: he’s far more likely to have a third, or a fourth, man join him and his beloved.
The endless gossip and rubbing elbows with the movers and the shakers of the day comes with catty asides which range from hysterically funny to scathing to revolting, and feel in the style of Samuel Pepys. It’s engaging: we see with the eyes of history but Benedetto just had a conversation, and sometimes his conclusions are entertainingly wrong, such as his dismissal of Handel’s music in favor of Porpora. His observations on daily life run the same range; one feels immersed in the period. Unless...
Where I was less than pleased with the book was the typography of the dialog. The book is very light on dialog, relying instead on exposition, which suits a memoir of the “period.” What little there is uses nothing as mundane as a quote mark, relying instead on dashes to set off the lines. Ignoring modern convention may have been a nod to the eighteenth century, but it is an unpleasant jolt for the reader, and the periodic drops into modern slang break the spell entirely. The French are “touchy-feely,” a prospective partner “shakes his package,” and the reader is forcibly reminded that this is a novel after all. The “translator’s note” at the beginning indicates that this is intentional, but I do not thank the author for it; it feels sloppy.
My reservations aside, this was an enjoyable and amusing read, with a side of education slipped in, and even incorporates a romance, allowing for the proclivities associated with the name “Casanova” which Benedetto possesses in full measure. I think the blurb’s claims of “breathtaking eroticism” are overblown, but it was good fun. 4.25 marbles
Thursday, May 10, 2012
A Picture is Worth...
Who has a story or excerpt (100 to 1000 words) to tell us this man's story? Send it with your cover, link, and blurb, and I'll post it here. The rest of us will hope for a sip from his cup.
I'm at CryselleC at gmail dot com.
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