3 Stars, Breathless Press, Paranormal Romance, Pelaam, Reviewed by Rena

Review: Haunted by the Past by Pelaam

Title: Haunted by the Past

Author: Pelaam

Publisher: Breathless Press

Pages/Word Count: 44 Pages

At a Glance: Haunted by the Past is a nice, quick read overall, though, if you want something not too involved but still quite romantic.

Reviewed By: Rena

Blurb: Jared didn’t believe in ghosts or love, until he moved into his new house and found both.

Finding a house that suits him, Jared makes the move to reclaim his independence. However, he doesn’t expect to find himself both attracted to and concerned for the almost-reclusive gardener, Evander.

Jared believes Evander is hiding an eating disorder. But the appearance of old photographs and love letters in the house cause him to wonder about the stoic man. As their friendship becomes more, he wants to help and uncover the secrets he knows Evander is hiding. Each of them are haunted by something, and it’s not the house.

When a ghost from Jared’s past appears, they must fight for their own happiness, even if it means exposing themselves and the truth.

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Review: I’m a huge, huge fan of haunted house stories and am always dying to read a gay romance that takes place in an old house with dark secrets. Pelaam’s Haunted By the Past delivers some of that but ultimately falls short of developing a number of things highlighted in the blurb. It’s a novelette, clocking in at around 12,000 words, and the short length means some shortcuts were made in some way or other regarding the plot. In this instance, I’d loved to have seen a heavier emphasis on the haunted house, its backstory, as well as Evander’s, and how all of those work together to affect the budding romance between Evander and Jared. In the end, however, much of the attention was placed on the sex scenes instead.

It’s not to say that Pelaam ignores the house and all the unexplained experiences Jared has as a renter. Far from it – faces in windows, cold spots, flitting shadows – they’re all there, providing us with a great foundation for some really spooky supernatural moments. The letters, especially, and the creepy manner with which Jared discovers them, are a fantastic touch that adds a human element to the house’s history. It’s just too bad those are relegated to the background, by and large, and are mostly skimmed over.

While the book’s a romance, ergo, the focus should be on the developing relationship of the main characters, the house, its past, and everything (and everyone) connected to it are relevant to the romance. The letters are surprisingly brushed aside after their discovery, and while Jared acknowledges their significance, they’re forgotten till the end of the story, when their link to everything is revealed.

The romance itself is really sweet, and we get to see everything unfold through Jared’s POV. He’s the quintessential artist-dreamer who falls madly in love with the quintessential silent, brooding mystery on two legs that’s Evander. His efforts at reaching out to Evander and moving their relationship forward despite what appear to be barriers are heartfelt and sincere, and there’s not much of a leap for the reader to make when empathizing with him. In a longer story, I think the process of getting to know each other more would’ve been much more compelling, but by and large, given the length of this book, what we get works pretty well.

That said, both men’s back stories come out of the blue at the last minute, which threw me off. Of the two, Evander’s history – and the reason behind his odd behavior – has already been hinted at from the beginning. Or at least we already know something’s up with him, so for his history to come out after the climactic moment is less jarring than Jared’s. Mind you, it’s a great backstory to read about, which gave me even more reason to wish this were a longer book, considering the implications. Without getting into spoilers, let me just say that his revelation means a much larger picture involving supernatural elements. It’s not just limited to the house and its weird past. And we don’t get that from the story leading up to the climax – no mention of anything remotely otherworldly happening elsewhere, beyond Evander and his connection to the house.

As for Jared’s backstory, it was the one that made me blink in confusion because I didn’t see that coming, and nowhere in the book, at any point, was anything hinted at. We only get an idea from the blurb. So to have certain complications ensue with no preparation beforehand threw me off somewhat, and I ended up feeling as though Jared’s backstory was tacked on as a means of placing the lovers in danger and forcing Evander’s history out into the open. If I were to step back and look at all of the different subplots objectively, I can see how they all work together to form a great, compelling story. However, the novelette’s length cuts down quite a bit on any opportunities at developing all of them for a more fleshed-out book, and whatever chances are there are largely devoted to the sex scenes.

Haunted by the Past is a nice, quick read overall, though, if you want something not too involved but still quite romantic.






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3 Stars, Breathless Press, Fairy Tale/Mythology/Folk Lore, Holiday Romance, Pelaam, Reviewed by Rena

Review: Horse of Bells by Pelaam

Title: Horse of Bells

Author: Pelaam

Publisher: Breathless Press

Pages/Word Count: 29000 Words

At a Glance: While the novella’s a quick, fun read, I still can’t help but think of missed opportunities

Blurb: A legendary horse, magic, and a man shrouded in mystery. Who can he trust? Caolan risks both his heart and his life to uncover the truth.

When his life is saved by a stranger, Prince Caolan feels an immediate connection to the man, and promises to meet him again. Forced to break that promise to protect his brother Donal, Caolan waits for the day he can return to the forest.

On their trip home, almost a year later, he and Donal are tricked by their step-mother into attempting to steal the legendary Horse of Bells from the infamous Dark Prince Tuathal. Honor-bound to accept the geis she set them, the brothers leave their castle to complete the quest.

During their journey, they meet the enigmatic Traveler. Caolan is confused and troubled by his reaction to the man. Is he a friend, or are his intentions darker and more deadly?

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Review: Horse of Bells is a novella in which things go – pretty fast – with not much by way of character or plot development. As a light fairy tale romance, it certainly works, and for fans of insta-love plots with light conflict, this fits the bill.

When I say things move quickly, it’s exactly that. Caolan meets a stranger in the forest while hunting wild boars. They make eye contact, and within seconds, they’re kissing. There’s a great deal made about gut feelings telling each man that the person he’s looking at is the one, as in the one and only true love of his life, with whom he’ll be sharing the rest of his years. But there’s not much else done about it besides the brief ten-month separation that Caolan reluctantly agrees to. And even then, the time apart isn’t really explored by way of how it affects the lovers. When they do reunite, the tension is there, sure, but again, the problem is sorted out easily, and they consummate their love.

The same goes with Donal and Tuathal, who meet under near-catastrophic circumstances but within hours are in bed, declaring undying love to each other. The rest of the book’s conflict, which is Doireann’s ambitions to take over the kingdom, is dealt with also pretty quickly. The book could’ve used a little more development both in terms of characterization and also setting. It’s a fantasy story, and the setting – what little we’re given, anyway – sounds absolutely wonderful, but there are barely any descriptions of time and place. References to drawbridges and forests and cottages are few and far between, and they also tend to be pretty generic, so whatever mental picture you might have of a Medieval castle, for instance, would fit the bill.

Much of the focus of the book is on Caolan, the younger brother who suffers from unjust expectations (or lack thereof) from the king. And his story follows a pretty standard plot for gay romances, especially those that hew very closely to yaoi conventions as I saw it. The characters are all archetypes, which is fine to begin with, but they never really go beyond that. Caolan is young, beautiful, emotional, and is always in danger and is always rescued by his lover (who’s older and stronger). It isn’t till the end of the book where Caolan asserts himself, which made me wish there’d been more to him (as well as the other characters) from the start.

There are only two female characters in the book, and one’s killed off, while the other is the main villain. Doireann sounds like a great nemesis, but she’s also not as fully developed as I’d expected, which is a shame.

What does stand out for me – and I loved it – was the backstory serving as a thread that connects Tuathal, Berach, and Doireann. It’s a great little backstory that’s rich in folklore elements, with a generous helping of mysticism. The horse itself is a strange, magical creature, and its existence adds that extra layer of mystery and magic that go beyond human understanding.

On a more technical level, there are odd errors peppered throughout the book involving the use of periods where commas should be in dialogue. For instance (not taken from the book, obviously, but it’s here to illustrate my point):

“Jack and Jill fell down a hill.” Mary said.

On the whole, while the novella’s a quick, fun read, I still can’t help but think of missed opportunities for a fully developed fairy tale romance. The book clocks in at over 29K words, so it certainly could’ve been expanded into a category length romance, if not a long novella, that provides us with a richer, more layered cast of characters and a setting that we can really sink our teeth into.






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Anthology, Avril Ashton, Eileen Griffin, Evernight Publishing, Giselle Renarde, JC Holly, Karly Germain, Lucy Felthouse, Nikka Michaels, Pelaam, Reviewed by Lana, Tamsin Baker, Tyler Robbins

Lana Gives Some Serious Love To “Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition”


“I’m all wolf, honey. One-hundred percent alpha bastard.” ― Moria Rogers


Title: Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition

Author: Anthology

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Pages/Word Count: 252 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: Strength. Power. Domination.

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Anne Brooke, Charlie Harding, Clare London, Eric Arvin, Ethan Stone, Ewan Creed, Geoffrey Knight, Hank Edwards, J.P. Barnaby, Lloyd Meeker, Owen Keehnen, Patrick Darcy, Pelaam, Shae Connor, Wilde City Press

Your 4th Of July is About To Get All Kinds Of Wilde!

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Summer is all about fun, adventure and making great holiday memories. What do the Wilde City authors get up to? Find out when they were asked about some of their favorite summer traditions … past, present, and future.

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What is your favorite July 4th / Independence Day memory or tradition?

 

Shae Connor

My favorite July 4th tradition is putting the watermelon in the pool.

See, my extensive extended family mostly lives in and around a small Georgia town, and the main gathering place for as long as I can remember has been the house of one of my grandmother’s sisters. (Both my grandmother and her sister are gone now, but some things just don’t change.)

Every year on the 4th of July, everyone who’s in town gathers at that house for a cookout. There’s a big grill out back, where the manly men types cook the meat. There’s also a pool, and every year, there’s a watermelon that goes in the pool. The kids play with it in the water most of the day, and then after everyone eats, the watermelon gets fished out, washed off, and sliced for everyone to dig in. The water in the pool chills it perfectly, not too cold like it would be from the fridge.

Now I want some pool-cooled watermelon!

I’ve been making up stories for as long as I can remember, but it took me a long time to figure out that maybe I should start writing them down. I started out writing fanfic well over a decade ago, and in 2010, I moved into original fiction. (Though I do still get waylaid by a fanfiction plotbunny now and then.)

Shae is new to Wilde City. Look for Fringes, her Charlie Harding Presents erotic sci-fi short due out later this summer. Visit her at: shaeconnorwrites.com

 

Owen Keehnen

I am not sure if it was the exactly the 4th of July, but I do recall the fireworks. I was probably 20 or so and felt very grown up. I was in my first real apartment with my first real boyfriend. It was night and to escape the heat we climbed out my bedroom window onto the roof. We spread a sheet on the graveled tar and were lying there just holding hands and watching the stars. There was heat lightning to the south. The small town fireworks began about a half hour after dusk and probably lasted a total of five minutes. When they ended, I turned to him and said, “I love you.” I didn’t know exactly what those words entailed, but I knew how I felt and at that moment there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. It was such a feeling of complete contentment. We ended up falling asleep out there on the roof and climbed back inside around 3 a.m. He’s gone now, but whenever I see fireworks I think of him and that rooftop and that moment. It always brings a smile.

In addition to the four poems he contributed to Falling Awake, Owen has two other projects coming soon to Wilde City. The LGBT Book of Days is a fun and comprehensive guide to thousands of the most important dates in LGBT history – it’s great for reference and trivia and a real treat to compile. The second is a humorous novel called Young Digby Swank, a gay coming of age story about growing up Catholic which is hilarious and heartbreaking and heroic all at the same time. Visit Owen on facebook.

 

Hank Edwards

Meet Josh Stanton, orphaned at a young age in the mid-1800s, he has always been considered an outcast in Belkin’s Pass. Now he’s grown into a quiet, well-educated young man full of secrets, the least of which is his love for his best friend, town deputy Dex Wells. But when the ancient vampire Balthazar begins feeding on the residents of Belkin’s Pass, Josh’s secrets prove to be the turning point in a battle for the souls of the townspeople—but at what personal cost? —- Cowboys & Vampires, available now at Wilde City Press.

Visit Hank at hankedwardsbooks.com

 

 

What is your favorite Summer memory or tradition?

Geoffrey Knight

My favourite Independence Day moment has to be when Will Smith socks that mean old alien in the chops after they have the dogfight in the canyon and he says something bad-ass like, “You aliens just wrecked my July 4 barbecue and now I’m gonna have me some E.T. burgers because you guys suck!” Oh … you mean a real Independence Day memory, not a scene from the movie! I guess I’ll answer the Best Summer Memory or Tradition question instead.

I don’t think I have one particular memory or tradition that stands out because I love everything about Summer. Being Australian, Summer means lots of public holidays: Christmas, Boxing Day, New Year’s Day and Australia all happen in the space of a month or so, so January pretty much means lots of delicious seafood and days at the beach and your skin feels dusty with sea-salt the whole time, which is a feeling I love. Now that I’ve moved to an island it’s even better; Sydney beaches can get really crowded but up here I can walk from one end of the beach to the other with my dogs and not see a soul. And yes, of course I go in for a skinny dip! ;)

“I want to see.” … “Nash, we’re in Egypt, in the ruins of an ancient city, standing in front of a secret door! Aren’t you curious?”
“Curiosity killed the – ” … “No, I’m not curious.”
The lie was unconvincing enough to give Ryan the confidence to sway him.
Sway him with a kiss. …
“Curious yet?”

You can read Nash’s answer in Cairo Curse, book two in the Vampire Lair series. Visit Geoff at www.geoffreyknightbooks.com

 

Lloyd Meeker

My favorite summer tradition is honoring the solstice. In one old tradition, Midsummer Night was the time to leave a small dish of brandy in the garden as a gift to the fairies, which I’ve always thought was charming. Inviting the goodwill of nature is always a sensible idea!

I mark the solstice by honoring extremes – the dark of winter in the southern hemisphere and the light of summer in the northern – and the inevitable swing of the one toward the other. It is the wisdom of the Tao, the dance of light and dark, each with the spark of the other in its core.

This idea may seem pretty dry, but try this little experiment: sit on a playground swing and build momentum. Make the point furthest back winter solstice, when movement forward begins, and make the point farthest forward summer solstice, when graceful retreat begins. Feel the delicious centrifugal force as you move, your weightlessness at both far points – and remember the earth, held in her arc by the sun.

Gay PI Russ Morgan doesn’t mind being fifty but hates being single. He’s made peace with being a psychic empath, and he’s managed to build a decent life since getting sober. As he uncovers obscene secrets shrouded in seeming righteousness, he might have to make peace with a sword of justice that cuts the innocent as deeply as the guilty. —- Enigma, coming soon to Wilde City Press.

Visit Lloyd at lloydmeeker.com

 

Clare London

I wish the UK had July 4 celebrations as well! This summer so far, we’ve had sleet, flood rains, gale force winds and then occasionally a sunny, hot day. I think this is the reason most of our sentimental celebrations take place in the latter half of the year. Or why the British talk constantly about the weather.

It seemed sunnier in The Old Days, when I was young(er). One happy memory is of an annual trip with friends to Henley-on-Thames, for a barbeque/picnic beside the river. This was the irresponsible time before kids and mortgages! We always arranged a game of rounders (like baseball, but not), competing with way more enthusiasm than skill, and helped along (or hindered?) by huge amounts of alcohol.

We still have photographic evidence of the fun. A gal sitting in her bikini, draining the last cupful of fruit punch from a litre-sized jug. A chap with his younger brother hauled over his shoulder, running towards the river to throw him in. Various self-inflicted rounders-bat injuries on sunburned shins. Clare, clutching river weeds to her chest because she lost her tube top when she dived in…

Oh those lazy, hazy afternoons of summer!

Meet Freeman, a quiet man who’s not used to sharing his plans, his history, or his emotions. He’s returned to the city on business, a case that has nothing to do with the people he once left behind: his ex-wife, his male ex-lover, and his ex-business partner. He has no plans to engage with any of them again – until he meets Kit, the provocative young man who’s going to pull Freeman from the safety of his shell, whether he wants to or not. —- Freeman, coming soon to Wilde City Press.

Visit Clare at www.clarelondon.co.uk

 

Eric Arvin

I’m a big music slut any time of the year, but I especially love summer music or music that makes me think of summer. Every spring I make an awesome playlist for the warmer months. There be lots of frivolity and even some slower tunes in the mix. Here are a few from this year’s playlist:

Boys on the Radio by Hole
Mad About You by Belinda Carlisle
Love This by Cosmo Jarvis
Love Profusion by Madonna (Madonna has a lot of great summer tunes)
Car Wheels on A Gravel Road by Lucinda Williams

Midnight City by M83 (they’re last album was a summer spectacular)
I’m Like a Bird by Nelly Furtado
Soak Up the Sun by Sheryl Crow
Summer Fling by kd lang (from her album Invincible Summer)
Summertime Clothes by Animal Collective

Wicked Game by Chris Isaak
Spaceman by The Killers (again, they’ve got a lot of great summery songs)
Boys of Summer by Eric Himan (a great version of the Don Henley classic)
For the Summer by Ray LaMontagne
Summer Days by Norah Jones

Summertime by Ella Fitzgerald
Summer Moved On by A-ha
Freeway by Aimee Mann (Mann’s voice just sounds like summer to me, other Mann Summer songs include 4th of July and Fifty Years After the Fair)
Free Falling by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
End of the Innocence by Don Henley

If I Ever Feel Better by Phoenix
Birmingham by Shovels & Rope
Ramona by Night Beds
Singing in My Sleep by Semisonic
Lightning Bolt by Jake Bugg

Eric Arvin resides in the same sleepy Indiana river town where he grew up. He graduated from Hanover College with a Bachelors in History. He has lived, for brief periods, in Italy and Australia. He has survived brain surgery and his own loud-mouthed personal demons. Eric is the author of The Mingled destinies of Crocodiles and Men, and various other sundry and not-so-sundry writings. He intends to live the rest of his days with tongue in cheek and eyes set to roam.

Visit Eric at ericarvin.blogspot.com

 

Patrick Darcy

Without a doubt, on a cold summer night in Dublin, I dream of being naked on an Ibizan beach. Preferably Playa Es Cavallet, the gay nudist beach. It’s a bit of a trek; you have to get past the German and Dutch naturalist before getting to the promised land of sexy, naked homos. I see it now, hot muscled hunks, with tattoos and great big…….

The beach is all white sand lined with cool beach bars, and the sound of funky music fills the air. Such a great relaxed vibe and beautiful people cruising each other. To say it’s sexual would be an understatement.

Summer is all about being naked, however, there are occasional problems. As a weak and feeble man, I am constantly being shown up by my hardon. I want to be dignified and European. But I’m Irish, I see a hot naked guy and, well, my cock just has to show its appreciation. Total nude beach faux pas. Oh the shame of it! The only saving grace is that my buns are rather pert. So I spend most of the day laying on my front, peaking through my Roy Orbison shades at all the beach talent.

OK. now I’m horny!

Hi! I’m Patrick Darcy. Rugby player, Irishman and writer of full strength gay erotica. Follow me at patrickdarcybooks.com, as I comment on life in Dublin, hot men and all the things that make me tick. There are two big passions in my life: great sex and rugby. Quite often, these are combined! I love the thrill of competition, the power, the intensity, the brotherhood of rugby.

Oh, and I love being naked!

 

Anne Brooke

My favourite summer memory is my mother’s homemade lemonade. She only ever made it in summer as she said it was an outdoor drink and needed a big dose of sunshine to make the bubbles pop. Apparently winter would make the whole drink go grey and flat, and as I was young I believed her – and in a way I still do. Homemade lemonade only ever appeared about three or four times a year and only when we were very good and she was pleased with us. It wasn’t ever something she prepared for either but, in our family group, she would slip away quietly and after a while one or another of us would realise she was missing. From then on the excitement would mount and then – at last! – half an hour or so later she would reappear with a huge jug of lovely lemony-yellow bubbly drink and a selection of glasses. Drinking it meant you had enough sugar in your system to last you well into the next month, but it was like a blast of sunshine and citrus in the mouth, I can tell you. Sheer bliss!

The night I met Luke Milton, the last thing I was looking for was any kind of relationship …

“What the hell are you doing?” …
“Waiting for you …”
“You’ve not covered up your mark.” … “You must have taken some stick for it from the office.”
“Why should I cover it up? You gave it to me. That’s worth all the stick in the world.”

Read the rest of Luke and Alan’s interactions in The Beginning of Knowledge, available now at Wilde City Press. Visit Anne at www.annebrooke.com

 

Ewan Creed

I’ll set the scene for you – a rowboat, a bottle of wine, a low moon, and a good man. We had met on the beach that morning and clicked, so after hanging out all day I invited him out to dinner and then for a ride on the lake. There was just something about him. It was so easy to talk to him. I told him more about myself than I told my best friends and he shared just as much about himself. That evening was nothing special in the scheme of things, and yet perfect at the same time. It was one of those connections you just don’t forget. He was the first person I ever told that I wanted to be a writer.

Meet Alex, a man caught up in the leather bar scene of 1975, a man consumed by the feeling of sexual abandon and freedom. One night Alex gets more than he bargained for and is transported into a dark carnal wonderland of sexual abandon and perpetual desire, a world that can trap a man for all eternity. —- The Leather Bar Mural, available now from Wilde City Press.

Follow all of Ewan’s release dates HERE.

 

 

If you could escape to anywhere in the world this summer, where would it be?

J.P. Barnaby

J. P. Barnaby, an award-winning gay romance novelist, is the author of over a dozen books including the Little Boy Lost series, the Forbidden Room series, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.

J.P.’s new Rentboy series is coming to Wilde City press later this year. Visit J.P. at www.JPBarnaby.com

 

Pelaam

I live in New Zealand and summer here starts in December. For someone born in the UK, seeing bikinis and sun lotion next to Christmas trees and decorations just isn’t right. A holiday somewhere hot and sultry with exotic cocktails might be most people’s idea of summer bliss. However, I’d like to escape to celebrate my summer Christmas in Canada with snow, caribou, and lots of mulled wine.

Living in clean, green New Zealand, I am an author, foodie, wine buff and Art Historian. I write M/M romance, particularly paranormal, sci-fi and fantasy, and like to add passion, and a twist, to my tales. I grew up on Dr Who, Star Trek and The Night Stalker. I never leave the house without at least one notebook, ready to jot down anything the muse may whisper. Visit me on facebook.

 

Charlie Harding

I would scoop up my partner Scotty Rage and we’d meet up with our 10 closest friends at a beach somewhere. Seafood, cocktails, sand, sun and the people we care about… Our favorite combination!

Charlie Harding joined the ranks of adult performers in February 2012. He has won multiple awards including “Best New Cummer,” “Best Daddy,” “Best Ass Eater 2012” and “Manly Man”. Charlie has also put his multiple college degrees to work building network of business ventures including launching his own line of personally selected gay erotica at www.charliehardingpresents.com. Charlie lives in Atlanta, Georgia with his partner and fiance, Scotty Rage.

 

Ethan Stone

I would love to go on a cruise to somewhere warm but not too hot. I want a place with a beach, cool clear water and some hot cabana boys. The hot cabana boys are not just for eye candy, they’d be there for inspiration. The whole trip would be for inspiration since I’ve been having a hard time with writing lately. Being in a relaxing environment with pretty eye candy all around me could really help with my writing block. Additionally, it would benefit my health as well. If I were to lay shirtless in the sun, soaking up all that vitamin D, I’d have all the energy I need for anything that happened to come up. :-)

Anyone wanting to contribute to the “Save Ethan’s Mental and Physical Health” Cruise feel free to use Paypal.

“Did you like what you saw out there?” …
“You’re a very … talented dancer.” …
“Anything else you liked?”
“You fishing for a compliment, Holt? You don’t seem the type to need your ego stroked.”
“Maybe it’s not my ego I want s…”

See if Jason Holt ever gets around to telling Quinn what he wants stroked, Past Tense available now at Wilde City Press. Visit Ethan at www.ethanjstone.com.

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