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GayRomLit Virtual Gift Basket Giveaway: Basket Seven

1237Cheers, everyone! We’ve made it to the end, this is our final GRL Virtual Gift Basket Giveaway, but that doesn’t mean the giving is quite done yet. We have a final Grand Prize giveaway coming up tomorrow for one lucky GayRomLit attending reader, so be sure to stay tuned. And in case you missed them, there’s still time to enter in the Baskets Four (exp. at Midnight PT tonight), Five, and Six giveaways.

In the meantime, here’s what’s up for grabs in Basket Seven:

The Novel Approach: A $25 Amazon Gift Card
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Guest Post: What Does GRL Mean To Me? by LE Franks

2014GRL_BlogTour_sq200x200Actually, it means quite a lot. Thank you.

I’ve had that “Dark Night of the Soul” moment that writers get sometimes.

That moment when we question our abilities—our very right to call ourselves writers—when we catch a review, read it the wrong (or right!) way and are sent spinning down the rabbit hole of self-loathing and insecurity, only to find ourselves stuck there.

I think it’s one of those hazards of a job that keeps us locked in our heads if we’re doing it right.

And unless you’re one of the lucky ones, most of us lack the gift of true perspective to keep us out of trouble when it comes to our own work. It’s the most difficult attribute to develop as a writer, and the most critical one to have. For me, it takes approximately six months before I can read anything I’ve written and not immediately want to run to the nearest restroom and hurl. Continue reading

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GayRomLit Virtual Gift Basket Giveaway: Basket Five

1237Greetings, everyone, and welcome back for round five of our Countdown to GayRomLit Virtual Gift Basket Giveaways. In case you’ve missed the previous baskets still up for grabs, here are the links to Baskets Three and Four. We have another great basket on offer today, so without further ado, have a look at what’s up for grabs.

RJ Scott: A $10 Gift Card for Amazon or All Romance eBooks
The Novel Approach: A $15 Gift Card for Dreamspinner Press
Ethan Day: An e-copy of Sno Ho
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“Can This Be Real”? Yes, It Can. LE Franks Stops In Today With An Interview And Giveaway

LEF_options_rainbow_TransTNA: Hi, LE, thanks so much for being here with us today. Why don’t we start out by having you tell us a little bit about yourself: hobbies, interests, things we might not know about you but should? Your love of practical jokes, for instance. What’s the best prank you’ve ever pulled?

LE: I say prank…you say “Grand Theft Auto.” There was the time we had to “liberate” a vehicle during a party in order to convince the owner to get down off the roof… there was the time the guy I had just started dating thought I stole all his dirty clothes and stinky running shoes when I went to visit him out of town and moved him to a larger room while he was working (the strange man in the shower upon his return was a nice touch)… and the time I kidnapped and threatened all his ties…(they were horrible and needed to be set free).

Honestly I don’t know why people get so upset over these things…you don’t see me whining about getting short-sheeted and left with a rubber shark in my bed on my wedding night, do you? (Come to think of it the same man got the short sheeting as well.)
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Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Hi, everyone, I hope you’ve all had a great week. It was a busy and fun-filled weekend at RainbowCon, having the opportunity to meet some new-to-me authors and participating on some great panels, where the conversation was always interesting and informative. Next stop: GayRomLit in Chicago!

Here’s what’s on tap for the week ahead.

MondaySaloni Quinby kicks off the week on her Weapons of Redemption Blog Tour with a giveaway

Jacob Flores drops in as well, with a GRL Countdown Celebration for his newest release, When Love Comes to Town, and there’s a giveaway

TuesdayRiley Hart is our guest today on the Stay (Blackcreek: Book Two) Blog Tour. She sat down to answer a few questions for us, so make sure to stay tuned

Libby Drew is also with us to do a Cover Reveal of her new novella The Lost Year, included in the anthology Secrets of Neverwood

Brita Addams visits today with a guest article about misused idioms/clichés

WednesdayPiper Vaughn and Kade Boehme stop in on their Wood, Screws & Nails Blog Tour, and they’ve also got a giveaway for you

Rafe Haze is also with us to talk a little bit about his new book The Next, and he’ll be giving an e-copy away to one lucky reader

ThursdayPoppy Dennison is dropping by to do a little Mind Magic for us, and there’s a giveaway

L.A. Witt and Marie Sexton are also here on their Roped In Blog Tour, with a giveaway

FridayLE Franks is our guest on the Can This Be Real Blog Tour, and there’s a giveaway

M.J. O’Shea also drops in on the Rising Sun Blog Tour, and she’s offering a giveaway

SaturdayChrista Tomlinson is our guest on The Sergeant Blog Tour and giveaway

F.E. Feeley Jr. will also be here on the Objects in the Rearview Mirror Blog Tour, and there’s a giveaway

SundayJ.K. Hogan is here with a Countdown To GRL Celebration Guest Post and Giveaway

And that rounds out the week ahead. Until next week, happy reading!

Dreamspinner Press, LE Franks, MLR Press, RainbowCon, Wilde City Press

The Grand Adventures Of A “Last First Kiss” – A RainbowCon Countdown Post By LE Franks

Last First Kiss is probably the most personal story I’ve written to date.

Last summer I got a call, like so many others have gotten before me. An old friend from high school had attempted suicide. Thankfully, he survived and recovered, mostly. But those first few days of helping support his brother and tracking down the rest of our mutual friends was a nightmare.

So I began channeling my feelings into my writing; it’s what we do to cope. I started a story of three friends, closer than brothers, who grow up together, planning their lives after high school…until a kiss tears the trio apart. It takes ten years and a tragedy to bring my MC back home.

I opened it with a funeral scene drawn from a well of painful memories from the services of my grandparents—events fatally flawed by either political infighting amongst church elders (in the case of my beloved grandmother) or indifferent pastoral neglect (in the case of my maternal grandfather). Writing this scene was cathartic. As my friend improved, so did my mood. I eventually set the work aside, only a few pages in, but it began to haunt me, reminding me of its unfinished state.

When I heard about the anthology, I knew I wanted to write something special for Eric and TJ, and the story I’d begun six months earlier popped into my mind. It might seem like an odd choice to dedicate to these men I admire so much—a story around loss and tragedy—but I realized that this couple would be the last ones bothered by darker themes.

Their capacity for love, their understanding of the human condition as evidenced by their own writings, and their humor in the face of life’s worst jokes are just some of the reasons why I admire them both so much and was compelled to give them the best I could, which meant finishing Last First Kiss—a story of enduring friendship despite fear and heartbreak. It’s about finally coming home and facing the truth and finding love.

There are three kisses in the story. The first one tears the friends apart, the second is a kiss of absolution and goodbye, but it’s the last one that contains the power of hope for a future filled with love.

The Blurb:J. Jeremiah Jones, Danny Anderson, and Henry Keller have been best friends since second grade, but on the day the three are slated to move into their college dorm, J. sees the other two exchange a kiss. J. makes assumptions, and without sparing a moment to find out if he’s right, he flees rather than become a third wheel in their relationship. It takes a tragedy to bring J. back home, where he learns the truth about that day, that kiss, and himself.

The Excerpt: Last First Kiss by LE Franks

“WHAT DOES a gunshot sound like from inside a car?”

Henry gave me an odd look before leaning in to whisper in my ear, “This is not the place, J.” I twitched away from him and jerked at the silver-and-blue-striped tie my sister Aggie had wrestled over my head in the parking lot. There was a pale-yellow spot resting over my diaphragm, and I became fixated on watching it surf my chest until I couldn’t resist lifting it to my nose.

It smelled old and warm and musty—like the odor seeping from an abandoned closet in an old lady’s house. I sniffed again at the yellow spot, but instead of the acrid residue of yellow mustard, there was the lightest hint of the vanilla lotion that always seemed to kiss Aggie’s skin. I picked at the spot with the corner of my nail until Henry slapped my hand away.

“Was it loud? Did it hurt his ears before…” …that bullet killed his brain…? There was a gasp from the pew behind me, and I guessed maybe I’d said that last bit out loud too. I rubbed my side where Henry had just twisted my skin like so much bread dough. I scooted a little farther away from Henry and his fingers.

“Was the window broken?” This time I did ask Henry. I asked him under my breath, just a whisper next to his hard jaw, the muscle there jerking in sympathetic cadence with the preacher’s liturgy. I watched color wash across his cheekbones before disappearing altogether and realized that Henry might actually know the answers to these questions.

“I need you to shut up now, J. I need you to fuckin’ shut up.” It was almost a moan—the sound he made that lifted the vowels out of his mouth, warping them to form a curse, settling onto my skin. Henry folded in half next to me like a crash test dummy—his head resting on an arm bent awkwardly across his lap. I wanted to poke it just to make sure he was still real. Instead, I went back to fiddling with my tie, twisting it between my fingers. Henry stayed down.

Mrs. Jenson leaned over the back of the pew to pat him softly, like he was a dog, and the urge to brush the blue-veined hand off Henry’s back rose like an angry demon from a dark place deep inside. Henry wasn’t mine. He wasn’t anyone’s, as far as I knew. Not anymore.

It had been years since high school graduation and our last moments together that summer—before kicking the dust of this backwater town off my shoes meant abandoning them. I was really in no position to object.

I looked around carefully, just to see if I’d missed someone staring at us, at our weird tableau of shared grief, but all eyes seemed to be fixed on the man standing behind the mahogany casket.

Pastor Richards was leading a call and response. And I’m sure it was all very heartfelt—the congregation perfectly parroting Richards’s diction—but I hadn’t opened the pale-blue program. I wasn’t in the mood, half-afraid of the response I’d give when prompted.

You fucking bastard. You goddamned fucking selfish bastard.

Henry jerked upright the second the thoughts flashed in my head, and I panicked a second, wondering if I’d said that out loud as well, but there was no stirring from the darkly clad women in their Sunday finest. Their floral hats sat proudly atop iron-gray curls like ceremonial headdresses. They surrounded the two of us, just like the Sioux at Little Big Horn did just before they invited the 7th Cavalry to dance; all their faux condolences were like arrows to my heart.

I felt my fist covered by Henry’s warmth. Had he taken residence inside my head, reading my mind again? The last thing I needed was to have Henry poking around, moving boxes and upending trunks filled with the memories of the three of us and so carefully sealed against time, pain… and regret.

I jerked away, dropping the crumpled wad of blue paper on the pew between us, and closed my eyes. The pastor’s monotone droned through the scripture reading of I Thessalonians 4: 13-14. Paul’s admonition to believers not to grieve, as those who do not believe do, was another dig.

Working the tie again, I tried to block out the sounds around me before they filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, even my eyes, sealing the words off inside me, burying me alive like a human sacrifice to my grief.

Henry peeled my fingers from around the mangled polyester, moving my hand away from my body and pressing it flat against his leg. It was warm and hard.

I could feel the muscles shift under the pressure, and it reminded me of the horse we’d rented together when we were fifteen, all three of us sitting bareback atop the dun-colored gelding. Since I was the smallest, Henry had slung me over the poor beast’s neck first, and I sat perched on its bony shoulders while the two of them scrambled to find their places.

Henry, as usual, finally sat back on the rump, his long arms wrapping around the two of us, keeping us together—holding us in place was always Henry’s job.
No wonder he was falling apart.

Humpty-Dumpty had left the building, and there’d be no picking up the pieces this time—Danny had made sure of that.

Fucking bastard.

The fingers lying on top of mine suddenly curled inward, sliding against the tender skin in between. It wasn’t until Henry was holding my hand that I noticed the shaking, and I couldn’t tell which one of us was to blame.

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LE Franks Biography: LE Franks is an author of Gay Romance fiction, living in the SF Bay Area surrounded by inspiration; and after years of ignoring the voices in her head, she’s now giving them free reign in the form of her characters.

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Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Greetings, everyone, we hope you’ve had a quiet and relaxing weekend. We’ve got another great week ahead, filled with author visits, interviews, giveaways, and reviews, so go ahead and take a gander at what’s on tap!

MondayAbigail Roux is our guest today on the Ball & Chain Blog Tour. She’s answered a few interview questions about herself, Ty, Zane, and the gang, so be sure to check it out

TuesdayJL Merrow arrives on the Relief Valve Blog Tour, and she’s bringing along a giveaway

Jaime Reese also pops in with a Cover Reveal of, and excerpt from, her upcoming release A Hunted Man, Book Two in The Men of Halfway House series

Wednesday – Author Chris O’Guinn’s arrival is imminent on his Hybrids: Arrival Blog Tour. We’ve got an Interview and Giveaway for his visit

Anyta Sunday is also our guest today on her Liam Davis and the Raven Blog Tour and Giveaway

And, A.J. Corza’s back with another great installment of Got You Covered

ThursdayJoy Lynn Fielding is our guest on her Shifting Sands Blog Tour, and we’ve got a great interview lined up for you

FridayChris Cox drops by on the When Sean Loves Rusty Blog Tour, and there’s a giveaway

Therese Woodson will also be our guest on the Clockwork Horizon Blog Tour, which includes a giveaway of an e-copy of the book

SaturdayLE Franks is our guest as we continue on with the RainbowCon Celebration fun

Julie Lynn Hayes will also be along with a guest post on her Yes, He’s My Ex Blog Tour

Sunday – Finally, last but certainly not least, JC Wallace stops by on the Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour

The Novel Approach is also participating in author RJ Scott’s Autism Awareness Blog Hop today, and we’ll have a giveaway to go along with it

And that does it for a very full week of fun. Until next week, happy reading!

LE Franks, Reviewed by Jackie, Wilde City Press

Jackie Says LE Franks’ “6 Days to Valentine” Is A Sweet And Satisfying Love Story

“You can’t start the change unless you dare to be different.” ― Toba Beta

Title: 6 Days to Valentine

Author: LE Franks

Publisher: Wilde City Press

Pages/Word Count: 24,000 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: In Nick’s perfect world, Valentine’s Day would be struck from the calendar.
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The Man With The Scruffy Chin – A Guest Post by LE Franks

As a writer, one of the hardest things I do is reconcile my internal vision for a character with the very real depiction given to me by the cover artist.

Their cover design is based primarily on a form we fill out that seems more applicable for eHarmony than useful as a map to successfully navigate our expectations. I’m sure trying to reconstruct the men who have been roaming the hallways of my brain for months is virtually an impossible task, but it’s the quest we give them.

When I say dark hair, will they know I mean ebony brown hair with milk chocolate highlights or does that translate into locks so dark they appear black with a raven’s wing blues and greens and purples that flash in the sun? The artist should know which, right?

So when you, the award-winning artist, pick the wrong shade of ginger, the wrong profile, the model with a square jaw when elfin is clearly indicated in my story bible, I’m devastated. Well not me exactly. I have friends who are great cover artists, and they flick my nose virtually and tell me to either suck it up or simply… ask for what I need, ask for what I want. But be respectful.

Having a productive, cooperative dialog with your cover artist is key. Because, let’s be fair, it’s in no one’s interest to have a lousy cover, and no one sets out to purposefully ruin your vision for your work. Channeling your inner diva here is not going to get you the results your book deserves.

Somewhere in this dance of competing interests, between the writer’s artistic vision and the commercial reality of publishing, is the perfect balance—a ballet that not only captures the story but also elevates it, making it accessible to the browsing public.

But, like all art that should look effortless and ethereal from the outside, it takes work, a willingness to not overreact until it’s time to take a stand, and more than anything, action—jumping into the trenches to help dig through the thousands of stock photos on the many sites available. By doing this yourself—and sending them links to models you like—it gives your artist a tangible example of what you’re willing to consider when the ideal is out of reach.

My character Nick, who graces the cover of 6 Days to Valentine, is a case in point. This is the inspiration photo that I sent to my publisher along with my cover form.

Obviously not a photo we could get the rights to—or afford for a novella, if rights were available—or even want…usually not a lot of snow in Tennessee in February. The point is, this photo represents who I think Nick is, not just physically but as a person. He’s a bit of a mess. But he’s compelling. When I think of Nick leaning over the bar, giving FatBoy a hard time, this is the guy in my head.

It took Wilde City Press’s Creative Director, Adrian Nicholas, a little time to find the right Nick for me. We went through three models with accompanying cover mockups before we settled on this one.

It took me a moment to make room for him in my head, but I think Adrian did a fine job. The new Nick is a little less scruffy, a little less dark—he cleans up well. But most important of all, he shares the original inspiration photo’s independent spirit with just a touch of vulnerability to offset the challenge in his eyes. The tattoos don’t hurt either. –LE

BLURB: In Nick’s perfect world, Valentine’s Day would be struck from the calendar.

Nick’s dreams of a Happily Ever After were shredded long ago and the last thing he and his customers need is a bunch of happy loving couples rubbing it in their faces.

Bouncer Fat Boy Newman is willing to bet he knows Nick’s heart better than he does. He has just six days to change Nick’s mind about romance and the holiday and the perfect man to do it.

Too bad it’s not him.

Too bad Nick’s not going down without a fight.

Too bad he cheats.

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AUTHOR BIO: LE Franks lives in the SF Bay Area, surrounded by inspiration everywhere. After years of ignoring the voices in her head, LE is finally taking off the filters and giving the stories free rein. These days, she can be found frequently writing about sexy men who desperately need a happily ever.

LE writes M/M Romance in a unique mix of humor and drama with enough suspense to produce fast paced stories filled with emotion and passion and featuring characters that are quirky and complicated. Don’t expect the typical rugged hero or sophisticated businessman with the world at their feet; LE’s men are living in the margins–they’re in the middle of their journey, doing the best they can while searching for a connection to something bigger than themselves. With a little effort and a lot of luck they may actually find their happily-ever-afters.

When not writing, LE wrangles an odd assortment of jobs (six – at last count), houseguests (including pro baseball players), family, and friends. Manifesting an odd combination of contradictory talents and traits, LE is tragically honest and personally deceptive, and makes the best piecrust – ever.

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Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Greetings, everyone, I hope you’ve had an outstanding week! We’ve got six weeks of celebrating ahead, as we do our part to help count down the days to RainbowCon 2014. Watch for guest posts, giveaways, and more reviews ahead. Here’s what we have on tap.

MondaySandrine Gasq-Dion kicks things off for the RainbowCon Celebration today, talking about her upcoming release of Dirty Ross, and offering a special combo giveaway for FOUR, count ’em four lucky readers.

Riley Hart also stops by with a character interview with Mateo, Josiah, and Tristan from Broken Pieces, and she’s got some swagalicious swag she’d like to give away.

TuesdayRiptide Publishing presents Lisa Henry and Heidi Belleau on the “King of Dublin” Blog Tour

WednesdayMichael Rupured is our guest for Day 2 of the RainbowCon Celebration, and he’ll be giving away a couple of autographed books to a lucky reader.

Mary Calmes has a guest post for us today. She’ll be talking about Cord and Tracy and her new book “Floodgates”, and offering a giveaway.

A.J Corza will also be back with some more great insights into the cover art we all see and love.

ThursdayHeidi Cullinan is back today on her Double Blind Blog Tour. She’ll be talking about the book and offering a giveaway.

FridayLE Franks stops in on her 6 Days to Valentine Blog Tour

SaturdayKelly Wyre will be here today on her Fight Blog Tour, and she’ll be offering a giveaway of the book.

And that’s it until next week. Happy reading!

Dreamspinner Press, LE Franks

LE Franks Shakes Things Up A Bit In “Snow Globe”

“The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding.” – Fernando Pessoa

BLURB: Kris Hamilton escaped the rat race in LA to live his dream of owning an art studio and making snow globes in a Christmas-themed town in northern Minnesota. But life in a tiny town isn’t as peaceful as advertised, and being treated like an outsider is making Kris’s Tourette’s flare up. When he inadvertently offends Tyr Tollefson—a beautiful blond giant of a man—Kris is ready to chuck it all. But he strikes up an unlikely friendship with Tyr’s cousin Bun, who shows them the magic of Christmas and gives them both a lesson in love and acceptance.

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LE Franks, MLR Press, Sara York

Bring This “Prodigal Wolf” Home With You

“Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.” ― Marquis de Sade

Ok, so you know how you read a book and there are two, maybe three story lines going on and it just doesn’t work? Well, that isn’t this book. Sara York and L.E. Franks not only made it work, but they made it work well. I am addicted to these wolves and I can’t wait to read more about them.

The world these two authors created is a little different from most shifter books I have read. The Alpha position for the South Carolina based Montefiore pack is decided by bloodline. Carlo Montefiore’s family has been leading the pack for over five hundred years. Sadly, Carlo’s father died when Carlo was underage so Angelo took over the Alpha position. Unfortunately Carlo didn’t know that his father and Angelo had a plan in place for the future. Maybe if he knew things could have turned out differently and he wouldn’t harbor so much animosity toward Angelo.

I mentioned two or three story lines, right? I am going to start with my favorite part of the story. I am so deeply in love with Angelo and Carlo. These two men are both total alphas, literally. They are so gone for one another that it is just crazy. However, being the alphas that they are, they have let too many misunderstandings go for too long. Carlo harbors so much animosity that Angelo never has the chance to clear up anything with him. If these two men could let go of past hurts and TALK to one another civilly, the fireworks would never quit, I just know it.

While Carlo was away in California for college, he met Ted and the two men became very close. Along with his best friend since childhood, Joey, the three men have formed their own small three person pack. I liked how close these three men are. There is no doubt that Carlo is their alpha, but they are all also close friends. Joey seems to be smitten with Ted, but Ted is a mysterious man. All Joey knows is that Ted met Carlo in California and Carlo brought the man back with him. Neither Carlo nor Ted are giving any details, and that makes Joey feel like he is being excluded, and he doesn’t like that one bit.

Joey and Ted are struck dumb when they see two twinks moving into the house across the street. Kevin and Grady are two college freshman who have been best friends for years. These two are suffering from the same problem that Carlo and Angelo are plagued with. They never TALK to each other. They both love each other, but are too scared to lose their friendship to take the chance to voice this love. This opens them up to Joey and Ted’s seduction and leads to some pretty hot times for all the men.

I will be totally honest with you; I started this book and could not put it down. The characters, the world building and the drama that comes from all of these men just sucked me in and wouldn’t let me go. Now, if you like a book that is wrapped up happily at the end with a bow, this book is not it. I would have to say this book was like a very long prologue. We got to meet the packs, we got to meet all the players in the game and we got a glimpse into the history between all of the characters. The way the book was written was wonderful. I loved the main characters, Angelo, Carlo, Ted, Joey, Kevin and Grady. The thing I really appreciated was getting to know the secondary characters just as well. I have a feeling everyone I met will have a role in the series and I cannot wait to find out what those roles will be.

If you like big strong alpha males, they are here. If you like young cute twinks, well, they are here too. There are some wonderfully strong female characters that stand up to these alpha males and I loved them. I will definitely be reading the next books in the series.

I highly recommend this title and I dare you not to fall in love with this series!

Reviewed by: Jackie

You can by Prodigal Wolf (Wolves and Waves, Book One) here:

LE Franks, MLR Press, Sara York

Authors Sara York And LE Franks On Writing “Prodigal Wolf, (Wolves and Waves, Book One)”. And, Of Course, There’s A Giveaway!

Sara York:

I loved writing Prodigal Wolf. Mixing the human and shifter element together was challenging. Blending the human world with the shifter world allowed us to bring Kevin and Grady in. I love these two guys. Kevin is sweet but afraid Grady won’t really love him. Kevin’s world was shaped by his dad’s cancer scare. He doesn’t have the courage to state what he really wants. When he finally figures out how to say it, it might be too late.

It would have been predictable to force our human males into a relationship with the shifters, but having the twinks stay next to the pack house gives our wolves the perfect opportunity to meet up with Kevin and Grady, and that’s where the trouble begins for Joey. Our wolves need to mature and the only way is by seeing Kevin and Grady mature and it’s the intersection of these two groups that sets a lot of the story in motion; but getting all of this down, and making it come together, is where the real work comes in. Like I said, I loved writing this book. The characters were very engaging and they came alive on the page, almost growing organically as we wove the story.

Writing a character that is larger than life takes time. That’s why it took two authors to tackle it. We went back and forth, discussing details, working to make the characters sing. Of course, we know there are loose ends. Carlo and Angelo are too big for one book. Grady and Kevin need work too. Joey and Ted have to find their path too. Then there’s Seb and the rest. I hope you enjoy the group. They are fun and a bit crazy, they have issues and problems. They aren’t perfect in the least. Hopefully they will grow, because that’s what’s important, growth. SY

LE Franks:

I think what I loved from the first, is my partnership with Sara. We are an excellent creative team. Before we actually put ‘finger to keyboard’ we’d spent hours going back and forth, creating these characters out of thin air and then exploring their lives and their relationships with each other. It was from the development of these connections that the actual plot lines grew and entwined. Some of the most memorable scenes for me are near the end of the book during the pack party at the beach house. We finally see everyone in the same place at the same time, and a lot of truths are revealed and personalities explored. I really can’t wait to see what trouble they’ll get into next book. LE

Official Blurb:

Carlo has a problem, after years away he’s finally returned to his South Carolina roots – but instead of peace and quiet all he’s found are nosy wolves, romancing twinks, an out of control roommate threatening to expose them all, and a demanding Alpha who just won’t go away.

All his Alpha wants is to show Carlo who he really is, and where he belongs. But Carlo Montefiore is a man fighting his instincts, memories, and responsibilities. His beachside home was supposed to provide sanctuary, but pack politics, unruly roommates, and human neighbors at risk of discovering that shifters exist, are making life anything but peaceful.

Twinks Kevin & Grady have their own problems. Two college freshmen are no match for a couple of hot wolves who like to play chase. If they don’t stop playing games they’ll miss the biggest thing to happen in their young lives—love.

Excerpt from Prodigal Wolf: Book One of Wolves and Waves
by LE Franks & Sara York

Joey rolled over, burrowing under the covers and pulling the pillow over his head. Stupid wolf hearing. The problem with wolves was that no one had invented soundproofing strong enough to block out the sound of Carlo one floor below. Not even seven in the morning and already Carlo was pacing and spitting and swearing and waking up the house. Well maybe not the entire house, there wasn’t any sign that Ted had stirred next door. The cute blond was always quietly obvious in his morning rituals—so very Malibu with his morning yoga and humming, before hitting the beach to catch what little surfing was available. Hmm…such a nice thought, all that blond hair and warm tan skin. Almost enough to get him to roll out of bed and see if Ted was awake; well, “up” anyway…. He rolled over, pressing his hips into the mattress. That he and Ted hadn’t taken their explorations past a casual pet or kiss wasn’t troublesome at all. Ted wasn’t the type he would settle down with, but it wouldn’t hurt to get to know the guy on a deeper level.

All thoughts of early morning activities were driven out by the violent crash below, followed shortly by more swearing and a slamming door. Great. Another visit by Hurricane Carlo; forecast for the day: stormy with little chance of fun.

He lay there, eyes closed, breathing quietly, listening to the silence that had settled on the house. He toyed with the idea of getting in a ride before the sun got too high. This week’s training had done him in with over a hundred miles biked, it was more than enough, and the warm bed proved too tempting. Better make the most of it while I can, were his last thoughts before snuggling deeper under his duvet and slipping out of consciousness.

Joey woke again to the sound of pacing. If Carlo didn’t knock it off soon the world would be short one Alpha-Beta. Joey snickered to himself at the pun. Carlo would hate that. He had to remember to use it at the earliest possible moment. It was the least he could do if the fucker kept this up much longer. A quick glance at the clock revealed it had been a full two hours since the pacing had first woken him at six this morning; that was an activity proscribed by the Geneva Convention.

There would be payback.

The blessing of being a wolf was that Joey could now smell coffee within two minutes of optimum brewing, and Carlo’s cinnamon rolls of rage would soon be out of the oven. Apparently this was one of those baking kind of problems for his Alpha and friend. That could only mean one thing… Angelo.

Joey silently trod downstairs, noting a shattered piece of black plastic in the corner of the room—Carlo’s fit? He turned his attention to the kitchen, spying Carlo at the kitchen sink rinsing an antique bread bowl—shoulders and neck stiff, espresso untouched at his elbow. Ted was seated at the kitchen table working wax into his favorite short board, the muscles of his chest and shoulders flexing agreeably as he worked. It was always a treat to see Ted in his surfer boy finest, all tanned skin and low riding board shorts. Ted smiled sweetly as Joey wandered into the kitchen, a tiny smear of frosting at the corner of his mouth reminding Joey of his earlier thoughts that involved cream but not food.

“Morning Teddy Bear!” Joey teased, licking the sweetness from the man’s face, enjoying the taste of the man as much as the sugary frosting.

“Ass,” grumped Ted lightly before the brief lean of affection revealed his sweet happy nature. Such a stereotype, their California recruit who’d followed Carlo home from college and set up camp at the beach house. He patted Ted’s head before moving into the danger zone and hurricane Carlo’s reach.

“Mornin’ Carlo,” Joey purred into his Alpha’s ear before snagging his own roll.

“Coffee,” Carlo jerked his elbow backwards to the carafe, Joey’s favorite mug sitting next to it. Nice. At least they were going to reap the benefits of this morning’s bitch-off with the top dog… he snickered under his breath, which was a mistake of epic proportions. Shit.

Carlo rounded on him sharply. “You two need to keep your shit together. We have neighbors again, and I don’t want you fucking around like you always do. I have enough trouble with Beaufort without getting reamed out about ‘inappropriate behaviors that risk exposing us to humans.” Something sounding like ‘fucking prick’ slid just under Joey’s audible range and he ignored it to focus on the more interesting part of Carlo’s speech.

“Neighbors?” Joey lifted his eyebrows, hoping they were cute and not another family of six packing overloaded coolers of disgusting prepackaged meat to the beach for an all day roast- off with kids that shrieked every time a little piece of sand got in their eyes. It would be fine if they were roasting real meat, but usually it was their pale skin that took the brunt of the sun as they forgot to reapply sunscreen. Humans.

“Moving in now, across the way,” Carlo jerked his head towards the stretch of land that separated their house from a complex of holiday condos. The one closest to them was unoccupied most of the year, apparently not part of the whole vacation rental industry that seemed to drive the local island economy.

Joey moved to stand beside him at the sink. “Whoa! Dude!” he threw over his shoulder, “Ya gotta check this out—twinkies!!!”

Ted tossed his rag on the board and crowded in to check out the scene. “Sweet!”


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