3 Stars, Laura Baumbach, MLR Press, Paranormal Romance, Reviewed by Sammy

Review: Addicted by Laura Baumbach

Title: Addicted

Author: Laura Baumbach

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 27 Pages

Rating: 3 Stars

Blurb: Vampires are impervious to human ailments and blood-borne disease. But what happens when one gets a taste of a new, powerful designer drug made from an element vampires have never encountered before? Continue reading

GayRomLit, MLR Press, Zathyn Priest

GRL Countdown Celebration Guest Post: Writing the Graphic Way by Zathyn Priest

2014GRL_BlogTour_sq200x200In less than two months – if my poor mathematical skills are correct – I’ll be in Chicago for my first GRL. I thought I’d be feeling anxious by this stage but, aside from a morbid fear of flying, I’m more excited than nervous. To be able to finally meet friends in person, and have the opportunity to make new friends, is an opportunity I’m extremely grateful for.

My first MM novel, The Curtis Reincarnation, was published by Torquere Press about six years ago. It was followed by The Slayer’s Apprentice, Liquid Glass, and Left of Centre. I then wrote a free short story called One of Those Days and, after that, pretty much disappeared off the face of the Earth. I crashed and burned with severe PTSD, and along with that, I lost faith in myself as a writer. Which, I have to say, was shattering because it had always been my one true passion. To lose it, then feel like you’d never get it back, it left another big gap in my life. Continue reading

2.5 Stars, AKM Miles, Genre Romance, MLR Press, Reviewed by Lisa

Two Men Have Obstacles To Overcome In AKM Miles’ “Put Me in a Book”

Title: Put Me in a Book

Author: AKM Miles

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 191 Pages

Rating: 2.5 Stars

Blurb: Brandon Reese thinks there are too many big reasons why he and Rhine Walken can’t have anything other than a friendship, but Rhine thinks differently.

Brandon Reese isn’t ugly, but he thinks he is. He knows he looks better now that he’s lost over 200 pounds, but he can’t get over feeling, well, less like the handsome men he writes about in his gay romances. Then he meets Rhine Walken. He’s intrigued. But the next time he sees Rhine there’s something really wrong with the young man. Like really. Brandon finds out that Rhine suffers from a traumatic brain injury that manifests in a strange manner, one that makes a relationship pretty much off the table. Damn that sucks. Because he could love this man.
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4 Stars, Charlie Cochrane, Historical Romance, MLR Press, Reviewed by Rena

Love Finds A Way In Charlie Cochrane’s “Sand”

Title: Sand

Author: Charlie Cochrane

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 44 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: Andrew Parks has come to Syria to escape potential disgrace in Edwardian England, burying past heartache and scandal among the tombs. Charles Cusiter has travelled here more reluctantly, as chaperone to a friend whose fondness for the opposite sex gets him into too much trouble at home. Out in the desert there aren’t any women to turn Bernard’s head — just the ubiquitous sand. Continue reading

4.5 Stars, Kendall McKenna, MLR Press, Paranormal Romance, Reviewed by Chris, Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Urban Fantasy

Survival Depends Upon The Strength Of A Bond In Kendall McKenna’s “Strength of the Mate”

Title: Strength of the Mate (The Tameness of the Wolf #3)

Author: Kendall McKenna

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 356 Pages

Rating: 4.5 Stars

Blurb: Rampaging werewolves cause the True Alpha to send his Omega, Dawson Rivers, to bring them under control. Can Adam Madison help or hinder Dawson’s mission?

Adam Madison is in Iraq, driving supply trucks for the Marines, but he still can’t outrun his personal ghosts. Outside the wire, insurgents are a relentless threat. Inside, renegade werewolves are a constant danger. Continue reading

Erica Pike, GayRomLit, MLR Press, Uncategorized

It’s A GRL Countdown and Giveaway With Featured Author Erica Pike




Black Hurricane: Genres: M/M, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, New Adult, (Rock Stars!)


Twenty-three year old Jasper Jones fell in love with Dean McQueen at fourteen, but after a disastrous relationship, Jazz would like nothing better than to see the rock star choke on his own vomit.

After a catastrophic reunion, Dean seems bent on destroying Jazz’s life. It all started when an impromptu bar performance ended up on YouTube and Jazz became an internet sensation overnight. The name “Jazdean” keeps popping up in headlines and the paparazzi stalk his every move. To make matters worse, Jazz is about to end up on the streets for the second time in his life.

In a desperate attempt to keep his home, Jazz signs a deal with Dean’s band, Black Hurricane, to perform at a couple of concerts. It feels like one of Dean’s feeble attempts to get Jazz back, but painted into a corner like he is, Jazz has no choice. Continue reading

5 Stars, Marshall Thornton, MLR Press, Mystery/Suspense/Action Thriller, Reviewed by Kim

All The Clues Add Up To A Great Mystery In Marshall Thornton’s “Boystown 6: From the Ashes”

Title: Boystown 6: From the Ashes

Author: Marshall Thornton

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 194 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: The most unlikely person in the world asks Private Investigator Nick Nowak to investigate the oversuspicious death of a priest. It’s winter 1984, Private Investigator Nick Nowak has allowed his life to fall to pieces: he’s stopped taking cases, lost his apartment and works as a bartender at a sleazy bar tucked under the El. All he wants to do is lick his wounds after the death of his lover, Detective Bert Harker. But, when the least likely person in the world shows up and asks him to take a new case he finds himself investigating the very oversuspicious heart attack death of a priest. Nick is convinced he’s wasting his time until the clues begin to add up to. Continue reading

4 Stars, Adam Carpenter, MLR Press, Mystery/Suspense/Action Thriller, Reviewed by Lynn

There’s Mystery And Danger In Adam Carpenter’s “Hidden Identity”

Title: Hidden Identity

Author: Adam Carpenter

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 188 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: When Jimmy McSwain is hired to find missing heir Harris Rothschild, he finds that identities can be altered and lives can be changed–or taken with the simple pull of the trigger. Jimmy McSwain is a New York City private detective, operating out of Hell’s Kitchen, the rough and tumble neighborhood he grew up in. At age fourteen, he watched as his NYPD father was gunned down. Now, at age twenty-eight, gay, Jimmy has never given up pursuit of whoever killed him. But a PI must make a living, and so he’s taken on the case of missing heir Harris Rothschild, whose overbearing father doesn’t approve of his “alternate” lifestyle. Tracking down Harris is easier than expected, but the carnage that follows isn’t. With a shocking murder on his hands, and a threat coming from some unforeseen person, Jimmy’s caseload is suddenly full, and very dangerous. Continue reading

Christopher Koehler, Deanna Wadsworth, Dreamspinner Press, EM Lynley, Ethan Stone, Jambrea Jo Jones, Jennifer Wright, Lynley Wayne, MLR Press, Rider Jacobs, Sloan Parker

Indy Pride 2014 – Thanks, Pics, And A Wrap Up Of Our Day

Pride Selfies: Me, Jambrea Jo Jones and Lynley Wayne

Pride Selfies: Me, Jambrea Jo Jones and Lynley Wayne

On Saturday, the 14th, I had the privilege of attending my first Pride event here in Indianapolis. It was such a positive and uplifting day, and I’m so glad Lynley Wayne and Jambrea Jo Jones let me tag along on their coattails as a reviewer representative of the genre we write, read and love. As days go, I’ll tell you it’s one I’m not likely ever to forget. Indiana is one of the remaining states in the union that’s not only stubbornly holding on to the man/woman/marriage definition but is a state that’s been working hard to make marriage unconstitutional for same gender couples. After attending Indy Pride and seeing the projected one-hundred-twenty-thousand men, women, and kids in attendance, Indiana is a state that seems poised to move forward and make equality a verb rather than a noun.

We have so many people to thank for their generosity, for without the donations we received, our booth wouldn’t have been such a huge success. The depth of our gratitude can’t be expressed in a few words, but suffice it to say it’s because of these donations that we helped to introduce and spread the word about the M/M romance community to Indianapolis.

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Many thanks go to:

Elizabeth North and Dreamspinner Press for your donation of books, pens, DSP discount coupons, and Chapstick.

MLR Press for your donation of Chapstick (Which, P.S. – people got a kick out of the fact we were giving away vanilla Chapstick in the booth next door to the Indianapolis Kink Society)

Ethan Stone for the donation of books and bookmarks

Jennifer Wright for your donation of books and discount coupons for the purchase of your books at Totally Bound

Sloan Parker for the donation of books

Rider Jacobs for the donation of magnets

Deanna Wadsworth for the donation of bookplates, bookmarks, stickers and discount coupons

EM Lynley for the donation of bookplates

Christopher Koehler for the donation of your books.

And finally, a special thank you to Lynley Wayne’s husband, Brian, for making the spinner wheel so we had a way for people to win all these great prizes.


It was gratifying for us to introduce people who love to read to a genre of books some didn’t know existed, and it was even more gratifying when I found people here and there who’d read some of the authors I love, but celebrating books is nothing when compared to meeting people who’ve been marginalized, who’ve been made to feel less than because of who they love, who’ve ever had to hide a part of themselves because of fear of rejection by the people who are supposed to accept and love them unconditionally. When a pagan woman tells you their community is so often forced into hiding because of the misunderstanding of their beliefs, I think it proclaims in big bold letters that Pride events are necessary for anyone who has to put on a public face in order to avoid being judged and condemned. Pride is the day when people can shed the uniform of conformity and celebrate without fear of being ridiculed and harassed for it, and I think I can safely speak for the three of us when I say it was that atmosphere that made it such an amazing day.

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Indy Pride was twelve hours of chatting and pimping and people watching. It was a day filled with more than a few laughs and a lot of celebrating. And of Steve Grand, who is so beautiful and talented and I’m sorry I sucked so badly at videotaping him! But here, here’s a .gif of him that I was able to salvage from the wreckage of my Amishness. Enjoy!

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Angel Martinez, MLR Press

Welcome Angel Martinez, Diego, Finn, And A Giveaway

TNA: Hi, Angel, thanks so much for stopping by to visit us today. Let’s talk a bit about your writing. Do you prefer to write fantasy or contemporary genre romance? Do you find you like the challenge of stretching your imagination when writing fantasy, or are they equally challenging but in different ways?
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Guest Contributor, MLR Press

It’s Con Season! A Guest Article by Kris Jacen

Yay! We’ll all get to see our friends again, we’ll also make new ones, and that’s the whole point…right? Or maybe not? Socializing and having fun are certainly important. Without a doubt, they are often the high points of the events we attend. However, there are a few very important items that we need to be mindful of.

It used to be that there were only a few conferences (cons) each year, featuring or welcoming LGBTQ writers and readers (RWA National, RT, AAD, Lori Foster’s). But now, there are so many more – GRL, Rainbow Con, The Novel Approach, UK M/M Meet, to name a few. As our industry, and our genre continue to grow and mature, we gain more and more opportunities to represent ourselves online, and more significantly, in person.
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LE Franks, MLR Press

“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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4 Stars, MLR Press, Reviewed by Jackie, Sara York

Sara York’s “Cops, Cakes, and Coffee” Brings Cops And Closets Together – Reviewed By Jackie

“Nothing good comes from hiding in the shadows.” ― David A. Broughton

Title: Cops, Cakes, and Coffee (Love’s First Response: Book One)

Author: Sara York

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 63 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: After Drake Knowles embarrasses himself in front of Adam Hughes he doesn’t see a way for them to ever be together, but sometimes laughter creates a bigger attraction than seduction.
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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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Can this Be Real, MLR Press (Coming Soon)
6 Days to Valentine, Wilde City Press
Snow Globe, Dreamspinner Press
Prodigal Wolf, Book One, Wolves and Waves Series with Sara York, MLR Press

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Jet Mykles, MLR Press, Reviewed by Sammy

Jet Mykles Serves Up A Delicious Helping Of Romance With Her New Novella “Devon Cream”! – Reviewed by Sammy

“I am well aware that for some, love and passion do not always follow the traditional path” – Amanda Quick

Title: Devon Cream

Author: Jet Mykles

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 86 pages

Rating: 3.5 Stars

Blurb: When Steven helps his neighbor Devon move into the studio apartment upstairs, he can’t help but drool.

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Extasy Books, Jackie Nacht, MLR Press

Jackie Nacht Has Brought A Full Moon Giveaway To The Novel Approach

TNA: Hi, Jackie, 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?

Jackie: Thank you for having me.

I’m a mother of two little ones and happily married for over ten years. My hobbies include running, writing and reading every chance I get. I’m fairly new to writing. I’ve only been published a little over a year and half.

As for something you might not know but should? Phew, I had to read that question a couple of times. That could lead to some pretty interesting answers. LOL Hmm, this is tough. I guess I have a weird quirk. I’m a little keyboard shy but very outgoing in person if that makes sense. So, please don’t be afraid if you’re at a conference with me and I just walk up to you, striking up a conversation. LOL

TNA: Have you always written M/M Romance, or is that something that came along later in your writing career? What is it that drew you into wanting to explore gay relationships in your writing?

Jackie: My first book was LGBT Young adult so yes, all my books are M/M. There are couple things that drew me into writing M/M. The first was my sister had been doing it for years. The second was seeing another teen suicide in the news. Feeling helpless, I wrote.

TNA: What was your first published M/M title? Do you remember the precise moment you came up with the story idea and knew you wouldn’t rest until it was told?

Jackie: My first published title was Latitude 45 with my sister. The first book I wrote was my young adult, See. With Latitude 45, it was exciting writing with my sister, our thoughts, humor, meshed well with the story. It’s very easy to write with someone who has shared and lived the same experiences as you.

See was more personal. I wrote the book in less than a week, upset that another teen had committed suicide. It bothered me and I couldn’t let it go. Feeling helpless to help, I wrote a story where someone got to him in time.

TNA: Do you remember the first M/M book you ever read? If so, what was it, and what about it made the most lasting impression upon you?

Jackie: My first M/M romance I read was Primal Passions. My sister came to me and asked to beta read for her. I loved it, absolutely loved it. I’ve been hooked ever since.

TNA: If you could go back in time, to the moment you sat down and began writing that first book, what’s the one piece of advice you’d give yourself now that you have the benefit of experience?

Jackie: The more eyes you have on your work, the better. You can never catch all your mistakes and fresh eyes on your manuscript will only make it better.

TNA: How would you describe your books to someone who hasn’t read them yet? Do your characters share common qualities? If so, what’s your idea of a great protagonist?

Jackie: Usually my books are light, sweet and fluffy except for my Moon Compound. That’s would be my edgy and gritty series.

I would say my new adult books have characters that share common qualities. They are geared for a reader to root for and enjoy the journey to their happily ever after.

My Moon Compound books are entirely different. The journey a reader has to go through with the protagonist is darker and sometimes painful. I believe both types of protags offer something to the table and allow a reader more of a chance to find what they enjoy. :D

TNA: Tell us a few things you think make your shifters stand apart from the pack. (Pun fully intended. :) )

Jackie: LOL. Love the pun!

Well, my shifters are sent to Moon Compound to be locked up until they control their wolves. My shifters don’t have one shift and then it’s easy from then on. It takes several painful years. They have medical staff to help them after their shift.

Something else that is different is that the alpha, omega and gamma are not necessarily a hierarchy in packs. Each group has their own strengths that they bring forth to protect those they love.

TNA: I know this is sort of like asking you to name your favorite child, but of all the books you’ve written, do you have a favorite? If so, which and why?

Jackie: LOL. That is tough. Can I cheat a little?

I would say my favorite to date is probably my young adult, See. However, my third Moon Compound book, Full Moon Gamma is right there next to it. See, I explained above why it’s important to me.

Full Moon Gamma was a challenge to how far I could take my writing. Actually the Moon Compound as a whole is a challenge. I love writing romantic comedy but I also want to try writing dark and gritty. Full Moon Gamma is that novel.

TNA: If you could bring one of your characters off the page and into the real world, whom would you most like to spend time with, and what makes him/her someone you think you could be friends with?

Jackie: I would say Aunt Holly from Fireflies and Crickets. I based that character off of my best friend. LOL

Fictionally, though, I would love to sit and have lunch at the Nut and Leaf Café with Beauregard and Phillip from my Paranormal Dentistry for the Fanged and Friendly. I would love to sit and watch the nuances of a deer and chipmunk shifter. Maybe watch Phillip hoard…oops! I mean store all the peanut butter lol.

TNA: Are you a plotter or a pantser? Whichever you are, why do you feel that method works best for you?

Jackie: I am definitely a plotter but have been known to blow the outline out of the water. :D

TNA: If you could have one superpower, what would it be and why?

Jackie: I’d like to have the ability to duplicate/triplicate myself so that I could be in more than one place at once. Although now that I think about that…hmmm. Kind of creepy lol!

TNA: If time travel were possible, to what time period would you most like to travel and why?

Jackie: Lots of times and places but my family is here now. I don’t want to miss a minute of being with them. I love my books and that’s my way to time travel. Now if I could take my family, I’m sure my little ones would want to see the dinosaurs. LOL!

TNA: Would you care to share a little bit of information on any of your current WIPs with us?

Jackie: I’m finishing up Full Moon Hellhound which is Daegal’s and Oren’s story. This is the fourth Moon Compound book, and the only little hint I can give is that the reader will get to finally get a real insight to the hellhounds in this book. They really are that bad and worse.

TNA: And finally, would you kindly share with us all the places we can find you on the internet?

Jackie’s Links:

Website: http://www.jackienacht.com
Blog: http://www.jackienacht.com/blog
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jackie.nacht?ref=tn_tnmn
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JackieNacht
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jackie-Nacht/e/B00BSWQ9Y0/ref=pd_sim_b_bl_2

Thank you for having me today. Have a great week everyone!


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MLR Press, N.J. Nielsen, Reviewed by Sammy

Sammy Says “Blessed With a Curse” Begins With A Bang And Ends With Lots Of Story Yet To Tell

“Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.” — Bob Marley

Blessed With A Curse:

Author: N.J. Nielsen

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 132 Pages

Rating: 3 stars

Blurb: What doesn’t kill me – had better start running…Storm Gennaro
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Cherie Noel, Jambrea Jo Jones, Kendall McKenna, MLR Press, Reviewed by Sammy

Shifters, Mates, And Fun Galore Run Rampant In “Big Bone Lick Pack”! – Reviewed By Sammy

“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.” ― William Shakespeare

Title: Big Bone Lick Pack

Author: Kendall McKenna, Jambrea Jo Jones, Cherie Noel

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 227 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars Overall

Blurb: Welcome to the Big Bone Lick Pack: A more friendly and hospitable group of werewolves you’ll never meet!
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Dreamspinner Press, Michael Rupured, MLR Press, RainbowCon

It’s A RainbowCon/Happy Birthday Celebration With Michael Rupured, And He’s Brought Gifts

I’m Michael Rupured, author of Until Thanksgiving, Dreamspinner Press, After Christmas Eve, MLR Press, and Happy Independence Day (pending). As luck would have it—Lisa had no idea when she scheduled my post—today is my 56th birthday! To celebrate, I’m giving away autographed copies of Until Thanksgiving and After Christmas Eve (U.S. residents only).

My stories take place in the recent past—the late 1990s for Until Thanksgiving and the 1960s for the other two. Having been out of the closet to everyone on the planet since 1979, I’m struck by how much views on homosexuality have changed. People forget that not so long ago, the federal government prohibited the hiring of homosexuals and homosexuality was a mortal sin, a mental illness, and in very state but Illinois, a crime.

I came out ten years after the 1969 Stonewall riots that launched the gay liberation movement. By then, local bars had become the center of the gay universe. There we could dance, hit on someone we found attractive without fear (mostly), and otherwise let down our hair after a long week pretending to be straight everywhere else.

The gay agenda revolved around getting law enforcement and everyone else to leave us alone. Stop harassing us, discriminating against us, and otherwise treating us like lepers. Today we can legally marry in an ever-growing number of states and countries, serve in the military, and even join the Boy Scouts of America.

The first story, chronologically, is After Christmas Eve, with history as a backdrop.


As Philip Potter wraps up his last minute shopping on Christmas Eve, 1966, James Walker, his lover of six years, takes his life. Unaware of what waits for him at home, Philip drops off gifts to the homeless shelter, an act of generosity that later makes him a suspect in the murder of a male prostitute.

Two men drive yellow Continentals. One is a killer, with the blood of at least six hustlers on his hands. Both men have secrets. And as Philip is about to discover, James had kept secrets, too. But James wasn’t trying to frame him for murder…


Chapter One

Philip Potter trudged through falling snow with the last minute shoppers on Connecticut Avenue. A few more stops and he’d be done. He nodded, tipping his hat and smiling at the people he passed, now and then adding “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays.”

Not since childhood had he been so excited about the season’s festivities. The snow helped. Without at least a dusting, it hardly seemed like Christmas. But what made this year so special was the little boy his sister had delivered nearly four years earlier. Since January 13, 1963, Thaddeus Mathew Parker had become the reason for every season.

Philip had spent weeks every November since then researching toys before buying his nephew’s presents. Thad being too young his first Christmas to know what was going on had in no way detracted from the pleasure of buying for him. But Philip had been a little let down by his nephew’s cool response to the bathtub play set he’d bought, and last year, he’d been disappointed when Thad enjoyed playing with the ribbon and wrapping paper more than the LEGOs the experts had recommended.

This year would be different. His darling nephew had babbled about Santa for weeks, and upon request, reeled off an ever-changing list of toys he hoped to see under the tree. The one constant was a Ride ’em Fire Engine that Philip had bought for him and stashed in his sister’s garage. Thinking about how his nephew’s face would light up made Philip smile.

Blowing snow whirled around him. He pulled the black beret down onto his head and tightened the scarf around his neck, pulling it up over his goateed chin and freezing ears. The weatherman had predicted that the Christmas of 1966 would be the whitest since 1962. Maybe he and James could take Thad sledding on the hill by the Washington Monument.

Philip looked forward to spending Christmas in Maryland with his sister Mary and her husband Alex, Thad—who she still insisted on calling Mathew—and James Walker, his boyfriend. He pushed up the sleeve of his coat to check the time. James would soon be finishing up the meeting he’d arranged with his father. Philip doubted the conversation had gone well. He’d wanted to go along, but James wouldn’t let him—he’d said something about needing to fight his own battles and not rubbing the old man’s nose in anything. Philip snorted in disgust. James might have forgiven his father for kicking him out at sixteen, but Philip hadn’t.

He brushed the snow from his eyebrows with a gloved hand as he walked and tried imagining the conversation between James and Roland Walker. James’s part was easy. Having shared a bed with him for several years, Philip knew James better than anyone else did—especially his sorry excuse for a father.

Sweet, sensitive James would explain his fascination with ballet, share his excitement upon first seeing The Nutcracker, and reveal his dream of performing the role of the Snow King. He’d tell his father how much he’d learned from the classes he and Philip had saved up for him to attend, and explain why he needed to quit his job to train full-time under the tutelage of Mary Day at the Washington School of Ballet.

Philip had met the doyenne of dance at a fundraising gala for the arts. She’d insisted James drop whatever he was doing to study with her full time and had raved about his natural grace and beautiful lines. The cost of her lessons had given Philip pause, but only because he thought she should back up her words with a scholarship or find a patron to pick up the tab. Still, considering the sacrifices James had made while Philip was in graduate school, he’d do whatever he could to help James’s dreams come true too—including swallowing his pride and accepting a handout from the father who’d had nothing to do with his son for the last six years.

Philip hoped Roland Walker would see how James’s eyes blazed when he talked about loving to dance and sense his son’s passion for ballet. He’d have to be blind to miss it. Wouldn’t a father do anything he could to help a child’s dreams come true? Whatever differences they might have, James was Roland’s son. Wouldn’t any man want his son to be happy?

As they’d never met, imagining Roland’s part of the conversation was more difficult. Given the man’s reaction to finding out his son preferred men to women, Philip suspected that not one thin dime of the fortune he’d made in plastics would go toward ballet lessons for his son. Still, James wanted to try.

Unlike Philip, who’d always known he wanted to work at the Smithsonian, James had struggled to find his passion. In the time they’d been together, James had jumped headfirst into a host of careers ranging from welder and sculptor to gardener, house painter, and then on to singing and playing several musical instruments. A half-hearted stab at acting had landed him in a local production of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Philip remembered how horrified James had been about having to dance in front of an audience when he got the part.

Like an indulgent father, Philip had gone along with James’s desire to dance, believing in the back of his mind that like the rest of his short-lived occupations, dance too would soon fall by the wayside. But that hadn’t happened. James loved to dance as much as Philip enjoyed historical artifacts. Recognition from Mary Day had upped the ante. Her interest in James proved he was meant to dance. Finding his calling had changed him. If a lack of money prevented James from pursuing his dream, Philip didn’t know what would happen.

They’d gone over the numbers a hundred times. James could quit waiting tables to concentrate on his dance career. Philip’s job at the Smithsonian paid enough to support the two of them. But tuition for the Washington School of Ballet was out of reach.

Way out of reach.

The very idea of asking anyone for money rubbed Philip the wrong way. He prided himself on his self-sufficiency. Asking Roland Walker was the last resort. All other options had failed. James meeting with the father he hadn’t seen or spoken to in the last five years was a testament to his desperation.

Philip stopped in front of Walgreen’s, admiring the attractive display of powder blue, sea foam green, canary yellow, and fire engine red transistor radios in the window. He bought two of each color and an extra red one—James’s favorite color. While he waited to have Daddy’s Helpers wrap the radios, he enjoyed a piece of cherry pie and a hot cup of coffee at the fountain. His impulse purchases when money was such an issue were blameworthy, but he knew James wouldn’t mind. A few more dollars wouldn’t make much difference anyway.

On the way home, he detoured by the Relief Society Shelter for wayward boys where his lover had often stayed before Philip had rescued him from the streets. Perhaps a cheery new radio would lift the spirits of the boys who’d spend this Christmas there. Philip knew James would appreciate the gesture even more than the watch that waited for him under the tinsel-laden tree in the G Street apartment they shared.

Philip opened the shelter’s door, stomped his feet a few times, and whisked his coat free of snow. He’d expected the cash-strapped facility to be deserted, and was surprised to see that wasn’t the case. The snow and cold had chased all but the hardiest souls from the streets. He hoped he’d bought enough radios.

The squeak of the color wheel changing the white artificial tree from amber to green, then red, blue, and back to amber competed with the tinny music coming from an eight-track tape player on the front desk. Philip recognized Joan Baez singing “Ave Maria” from her newly released Christmas album. Are eight-track tapes still albums? He wasn’t sure.

Boys playing Chinese checkers on a card table near the white-flocked tree erupted into laughter. A shortage of volunteers meant they lacked much in the way of parental influence, supervision, or positive role models. Philip wished he had time to join them as he walked toward the young man at the reception desk. The boy’s head was down, the fingers of his left hand tangled in his bangs as he concentrated on the fountain pen that danced across the page.

Philip watched him fill line after line with a feathery script that was without a doubt the most beautiful penmanship he’d ever seen. He cleared his throat to get the boy’s attention. No luck. The pen flew across the page of the spiral notebook so fast, Philip expected to see smoke. He cleared his throat again, adding a little cough for good measure.

The boy looked up, startled. His ash blond hair might have been parted on the side earlier in the day, but now fell over his forehead, almost concealing the violet eyes that anchored his symmetrical face. “Gosh! I’m sorry. I didn’t even see you there.”

“I admire your focus. What are you writing?”

The boy blushed. “It’s my journal. One day I’m going to cash in on all this pain and suffering with a runaway bestseller about my life on the street.”

“Oh?” Anger at the boy’s ignorant parents rippled through him. Philip wondered what the parents who produced and abandoned the boys who ended up here were thinking. Here was a young man that any parent should be proud to stand beside. How could one small thing provoke such a callous response? “I bet your story will be a fascinating read.”

“Yes, sir. One day you’ll see Daniel Bradbury on the library shelf between Isaac Asimov and Truman Capote. That’s me, Daniel Bradbury.”

Philip extended his hand. “I’m delighted to meet you, Daniel Bradbury. Philip Potter.”
The young man grasped his hand in a strong grip and pumped it twice. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter. Can I help you with something?”

Mr. Potter? He winced. The title was appropriate, he supposed, even if he still felt more eighteen than thirty. He placed the shopping bag of transistor radios hidden beneath cheerful wrapping paper and color-coordinated bows on the desk. “For you, and anyone else here tonight. Merry Christmas.”

“Gee thanks, Mr. Potter.” Daniel reached into the bag and pulled out a package. Then he called to the boys playing Chinese checkers, “Hey guys, presents!”

The game broke up in a clamor of falling chairs and bouncing marbles as the young men rushed to grab a gift from the bag. Philip stood back, enjoying the excited ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhs’ the radios elicited from them. Yes, Philip thought. This is shaping up to be the best Christmas ever.

Author Bio: For as long as he can remember, Michael Rupured has loved to write. Before he learned the alphabet, he filled page after page with rows of tiny little circles he now believes were his first novels and has been writing ever since. He grew up in Lexington, Kentucky, where he came out as a gay man at the age of 21 in the late 1970s. He considers it a miracle that he survived his wild and reckless twenties.

By day, Michael is an academic. He develops and evaluates financial literacy programs for youth and adult audiences at the University of Georgia and is Assistant to the Dean for Family and Consumer Sciences Education. He’s received numerous awards and honors over the years and is a Distinguished Fellow of the Association for Financial Counseling and Planning Education. Michael is also an avid gardener, a runner, and because he loves it and rarely misses a class, is known locally as the Zumba King.

In 2010, he joined the Athens Writers Workshop, which he credits for helping him transition from writing nonfiction to writing fiction. Michael writes gay romance thrillers that, in addition to entertaining the reader, highlight how far the gay rights movement has come in the last fifty years. A serial monogamist who is currently between relationships, Michael writes with his longhaired Chihuahua, Toodles, in his lap from his home in Athens, Georgia.

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Diana DeRicci, MLR Press, Reviewed by Jackie

Jackie Says Diana DeRicci’s “Learning to Breathe” Is Stellar Storytelling

“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.” – Mark Twain

Title: Learning to Breathe (Arbor Heights #2)

Author: Diana DeRicci

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count:

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: To Remy, size is a state of mind, a fact few really learn to appreciate. When it wasn’t clear he’d live past being an infant, he grew up fighting. Fighting to live. Fighting to be treated with respect. The last thing he thought he’d have to do is fight his own heart. Getting clocked across the face wasn’t one of Ben’s better moments. Grudgingly accepting help from a pint-sized, argumentative Remy, he’s among those who learn the hard way small doesn’t necessarily mean weak.
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Haley Walsh, MLR Press, Reviewed by Kim

Kim Declares Haley Walsh’s “Foxe Fire” A Really Great Mystery

“Murder is easy if no one suspects you.” ― AgathaChristie

Title: Foxe Fire (Skyler Foxe Mysteries #4)

Author: Haley Walsh

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 257 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: Can out-and-proud high school teacher Skyler Foxe find the Redlands firebug before he falls prey to a killer?
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Mark Zubro, MLR Press

Mark Zubro’s “Safe” Is A Moving Story Of An All-Too Common Problem

“A lot of you cared, just not enough.” ― Jay Asher

Title: Safe

Author: Mark Zubro

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 208 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: In an unsafe world, death and danger stalk gay teens, Roger Cook and Steve Koemer.
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Cherie Noel, Jambrea Jo Jones, Kendall McKenna, MLR Press

Herding Kendall McKenna, Jambrea Jo Jones, And Cherie Noel To Share The Men Of The “Big Bone Lick Pack”

The Novel Approach is thrilled to welcome the three authors of the Big Bone Lick Pack anthology! Kendall, Jambrea, and Cherie are touring the internet to talk about their wolves and to give away a great little prize at the end!

We’re touring in support of the Big Bone Lick Pack, an anthology which came out January 24 from MLR Press.

It features stories written by Kendall McKenna, Jambrea Jo Jones, and Cherie Noel.


Bad Wolf & Devil Dog by Kendall McKenna
Big, Bad Bear by Jambrea Jo Jones
Shifty Fox Shenanigans by Cherie Noel


Welcome to the Big Bone Lick Pack: A more friendly and hospitable group of werewolves you’ll never meet! Visit with; Devil Dog & Bad Wolf, a Big Bad Bear and enjoy some Shifty Fox Shenanigans. Watch yourself, ’round the state park, ’cause we had a grizzly on the loose, just a bit ago. Our brave men and woman of the Boone County Sheriff’s Department have everything under control. (Except maybe their own love lives!) But if you find yourself needing a doctor, head on down to Rabbit Hash clinic, or St. Elizabeth’s Hospital is just up the road a piece. We hope you enjoy your stay.

Kris: How to control three completely different authors and make them meld together in an anthology? It’s a mystery to all but a select few.

*peering thoughtfully into the distance as she runs a finger around the rim of the glass holding her beverage of choice*

Could actually be compared to herding a bunch of playful toddlers really. Imagine a big playroom full of FUN stuff to play with: hot men that turn into wolves or a bear or a fox; a hot Marine that doesn’t believe that shifters exist; and three authors that want to go left/right/backwards/forwards.

Cherie: Oh, dear. I will admit to running off in several different directions. I think Kris’ arms got quite the workout hauling me back in line time after time. Sweet Jambie even had to crack the whip a time or two. I couldn’t seem to stop complicating things. Sheesh.

*Yes, it probably is an adult beverage Kris has in that glass…look the group of authors she’s dealing with O.0 She needs the fortification*

Jambrea: I do remember cracking a whip—maybe. Lol I remember saying whoa a couple times in the beginning.

Kendall: *arching eyebrow* Well, we are all a little on the hyper and talkative side. He he he. Strap in! We’re erotica writers… so you post a picture of a place named Big Bone Lick… I was calling it Big Boner Dick as a working title the whole time I wrote it. Once Kris Jacen said she would edit it I couldn’t not write something.

Kris: *ahem* Add in a deadline and a strict rule of FUN! You’ll need to have some structure…you can always do a group FB message (I hear the authors made a rainbow Google doc to help them).

Cherie: *facepalm* I will never live down the multicolored google doc, will I? Nor the angst driven half a chapter that I had to edit out whilst Kris tap-tap-tapped her toes and gave me the sad editor face. I hate the sad editor face.

*snickers from Jambrea and Kendall*

Kendall: Yes. Rainbow hued goole docs. *shaking head* Well, that was where we shared our story ideas, character notes, our research and…I found out the mayor of Rabbit Hash has a border collie. That had to go in the book. That’s not a joke. It had to be written.

Kris: *clearing throat and giving Jambie, Kendall, and Cherie a very stern look*
What was fun for me about the whole experience? Seeing the three authors step out of their “normal” box and just have fun and try and mesh without reading each other’s stories. I think they did a pretty good job.

Jambrea: Yeah—I think we did a pretty good job of melding together to get a great story. I know I loved reading Cherie’s and Kendall’s stories and it is always awesome to have Kris helping us out and keeping us in line.

Please enter to win a mini Simon and Josiah!

Jackie Nacht, MLR Press

Today’s Recommendation: “Peanut Butter and Jelly For Two”

“Success is getting what you want, happiness is wanting what you get” ― W.P. Kinsella

Title: Peanut Butter and Jelly For Two

Author: Jackie Nacht

Publisher: MLR Press

Pages/Word Count: 14000 Words

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: The sexy chipmunk shifter isn’t afraid of the dentist; he’s in love with him.
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