5 Stars, Genre Romance, Mercy Celeste, Reviewed by Karen, Self-Published

Review: Out of the Blues by Mercy Celeste



TitleOut of the Blues

Author:  Mercy Celeste

Publisher: Self-Published

Page/Word Count:  219 Pages

At a Glance:  If you are already a fan of Mercy Celeste, you need this book. If you haven’t read her yet, I think this would be a wonderful place to start.

Reviewed By:  Karen

Blurb: Whoever said you can’t go home again should change that to should not go home again. As in EVER!
Mason Foxworth swore on his grandmother’s bible never to return to the small Georgia town he sort of grew up in. And for eight years he’d succeeded in keeping that promise. Until his twin sister decided she needed to get married…back home…and she’d invited their parents. Wasn’t this going to be a just a fabulous weekend?
Since leaving the Marines, Kilby Adams rarely ever left his farm and now here he was in Georgia, as best man at his stepbrother’s wedding. Out of his comfort zone and with too many people that he doesn’t know Kilby has nothing to keep his mind off the past except the gorgeous brother of the bride.
And wouldn’t you just know it, there was only one room left at the Inn and Kilby would have to share it, with Mason, who was straight and….yeah, this was going to be one hell of a weekend.


Review: Back in February I was gifted a book. It was one of Mercy Celeste’s books, and I loved it!  Since then, I have proceeded to buy every one of this author’s books that I could. I haven’t gotten them all yet, but I will get there. She is absolutely on my list of auto-buy authors.

I am usually not a huge fan of angst or tear-your-heart-out books—truthfully, I have enough tears in my real life and reading is my escape from that—but I can honestly say I have no problem picking up a book by Ms. Celeste, knowing it is going to rip me to shreds. The stories are really just that good, and Out of the Blues is no exception.

There is a lot of drama going on in this book, multiple difficult issues addressed, and crazy family to deal with, but it is done so wonderfully.  And, boy oh boy, can Mercy Celeste write some hot scenes. As much as I enjoyed all of the developments and the relationship between Mason and Kilby, the relationships they had with other characters were almost more enjoyable at times. The relationships with their siblings were sweet and made me even more grateful I am close to mine.

Then, when Mason’s dad shows up and he tells him about Cody, I was a hot mess. I was actually a hot mess through multiple parts of the book, but luckily I remembered to put my Kleenex next to me while I cuddled up on the couch for hours to read. I couldn’t seem to force myself to put this book down.

I don’t know what to say without giving away parts of the story, but really if you are already a fan of Mercy Celeste, you need this book. If you haven’t read her yet, I think this would be a wonderful place to start.






You can buy Out of the Blues here:

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4.5 Stars, Genre Romance, Mercy Celeste, Mystery/Suspense/Action Thriller, Reviewed by Pia, Self-Published

Review: Light From the Dark by Mercy Celeste

Title: Light From the Dark

Author: Mercy Celeste

Publisher: Self-Published

Pages/Word Count: 301 Pages

At a Glance: I love Mercy Celeste and this is a great read.

Reviewed By: Pia

Blurb: After a year of picking up the pieces of his shattered life, former US Marshal Micah Beasley takes a job as bodyguard for a spoiled rich kid who can’t leave his house. It’s supposed to be a cupcake assignment. He just needs to get back in the game. What could possibly go wrong?

Brilliant and incredibly talented, Christopher (Kit) Auberon wears tragedy as a second skin. Kit is all that’s left of a powerful family. Seemingly forgotten, he’s spent his entire life in seclusion at the family estate, and he likes it that way. He’s free to play his games and create worlds without ever having to set foot in the real one.

Kit’s past is anything but forgotten. When death threats become real threats, Micah and Kit are forced to put their differences aside to discover who wants Kit dead.

But there are monsters in Kit’s closet that should never be disturbed.


Review: Hmm… this book is a hard one to review because it sucked me in so fast, with all of its drama and mystery. Christopher “Kit” Auberons’ life has been tragic. At the tender age of eight, his life is ripped apart in one night. His parents and nanny are killed; kit is kidnapped and ends up scarred, both mentally and physically. When we meet him, Kit is in his twenties and too afraid to leave his room for fear someone is out to get him.

Enter Micah Beasley, ex-soldier and ex-US Marshal, who has basically shut down and checked out after his last case as a Marshal. Micah is hired by Kit’s uncle because there have been death threats and break-ins at the mansion. He takes the job for the money, and because he thinks it going to be an easy babysitting gig. Boy…is he wrong.

I loved watching Micah and Kit’s relationship bloom from strained to sexual to loving. I haven’t read many books with MCs like Kit before, and it was a nice change of pace. I liked how both men, so emotionally and physically damaged, could find a little comfort in each other.

For the most part, the mystery surrounding the past and the suspense over what was happening in the present was great, but the story kind of fell apart in the last few chapters and turned into a soap opera. We went from strong story to Days of Our Lives, and I kind of wanted to skim (I didn’t) and find out what was happening to the guys in the bedroom instead of reading how everything came together.

Having said that, though, I love Mercy Celeste and this is a great read.

You can buy Light From the Dark here:

Amazon UK

Amazon UK

Amazon CA

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Amazon AU

Amazon AU

Mercy Celeste, Self-Published

Author to Author: An Interview With Mercy Celeste


Every so often in this crazy blogger world, things go askew. Release dates change, real life issues come up; whatever the reason may be, a reschedule leaves an author guest spot empty on my calendar. At which point, I go on the hunt for someone to fill that vacancy–or, in this case, I whine about it to Rhys Ford and she pulls my backside out of the fire.

Now, to hear Mercy tell it, Rhys didn’t give her much choice about doing this interview. I think the word bullied may have come up, but don’t quote me on it. :-D Rhys calls it maneuvering… potato, po-tah-to… However it went down, I’m lucky enough to be bringing you Rhys Ford’s interview with Mercy Celeste. Go ahead and enjoy every last thing about this, from the interview to the exclusive excerpt from Light from the Dark.


Q: What inspired you to write your first book?

A: Extreme boredom. I’d always wanted to write but never could pin down the actually how or where or whatever of actually sitting and putting ideas on paper. The when happened when I had three small children, one in Kindergarten and two in diapers. I’d read everything in my personal library, half of my husband’s personal library, and had systematically gone through everything of interest in the small local city library branch. We didn’t have cable. We had three or four tv stations and Barney or Blue’s Clues were the programming of choice at the time.

I was bored out of my freaking mind. Husband worked 70 hours a week. I was alone with three little kids and tearing my hair out.

The first book I wrote was about a woman with a whole bunch of kids whose husband ran a pizza place and was killed in a robbery. (I take the 5th on any resemblance to real life) She was a trained chef who was hired to be the live in cook and house keeper for a country music superstar named Gavin, by the man’s wife. The wife who was killed in a car accident not long after, leaving the long suffering heroine to deal with her kids, his kids, and a drunk country star on the verge of career suicide and well possible real life suicide.

I wrote it long hand (because this was 1997 and computers were incredibly expensive and I didn’t know what to do with one anyway) on five legal tablets and two spiral bound note books in pencil. I typed it on a typewriter and the only copy of that book is buried in a Rubbermaid storage bin, never to see the light of day.

I’m not going to say it’s bad. I’m not going to pull it out and look at it again…because yeah, it’s bad. But I did it. I wrote a story from beginning to end. I was proud of me. I think two people have ever read it. And that’s two too many.

10928572_749902521745436_671226943_nQ: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

A: I blame C. Thomas Howell. And Patrick Swayze.And Tiger Beat magazine.And SE Hinton. And a 9th grade teacher who still passed out those Scholastic book order forms.

I bought The Outsiders with the movie tie in cover. Devoured it while skipping Algebra. And decided, this, I want to do this. The author was only a couple years older than I was then when she wrote the book. I had all these stories in my head. I could do this. I could. It took me thirteen more years to get to that point up there in the first question.

Q: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

A: Writing! Staying sane! Not killing people!

Q: How do you feel the genre has changed, if it has, from when you first started writing until now? What is different or better?

A: Romance in general? Or MM romance in particular?

Tough question. I think the romance I read and loved and wished to emulate in the 90s, when I wrote the first book, is largely unchanged. Many of the authors are the same. The tropes are the same. I stopped reading certain genres as I started reading the same book over and over again. From paranormal, to historical, to contemporary, back and forth. Sometimes I felt like I’d put it on pause and could start back in the middle and not miss a thing. I can pick up a book written this year and except for technology and pop culture, it’s the same exact stories. Nothing new.

In MM, and I admit I’m not widely read in the genre, I found a few authors who put out consistent enough work to keep my interest but varied enough that I don’t feel like I’m reading the same books over and over. But MM is still very new and it sometimes is really great, sometimes not so much. I’ve been in the community long enough now to notice that it’s not really the tropes that change in MM, but the authors. I think this is more that authors move on or give up and new authors step in to fill the void. I also think this has more to do with the lack of NY big pub involvement. We have no superstars who get preferential treatment. We’re all equal. And honestly, I like that. I like that if I don’t like big name author X or Y then there’s mid-list author P or Q or new author L or J….keeps things fresh. Keeps the tropes fresh.Keeps us growing and not stagnating at status quo.

10917575_749902418412113_203419833_nQ: Who is your favourite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

A: I’m not sure I have a favorite author. Or really even a favorite book. I have authors that I love. But I can’t really pick one absolute favorite. Depends on what I’m in the mood for. Childhood books would rank higher than adult books. Probably because I had so very few books. So beginning of time all-time read to death favorite book ***** The Old Black Witch by Harry and Wende Devlin. It was about a mother and son who bought an old house to turn into a bed and breakfast, but there was already a resident.
I loved the art and the ending. I still have my hand-me-down from my cousin’s copy, it’s been taped back together and is missing the last few pages. I’ve been on the lookout for a complete copy for years, but ebay prices are ridiculous, so I’m guessing it was a lot of people’s favorite. I think I had that thing memorized by age four.

Q: Do you have a specific writing style? What do you like / dislike about how you write?

A: Hell, I don’t know. Do I? I don’t really understand “style”. I’ve never studied creative writing or anything beyond basic high school English classes. Of which I did not fail…I know, I was surprised as well. I’m a seat of my pants sling words on a page from beginning to end sort it all out in the rewrite type writer. I know that I tend to write in the three act style that’s fairly common in romance. But really…I think someone might want to tell me what my style is, because effe if I know.

What do I like or dislike about how I write? Besides the whole writing part? Well that not knowing how it’s going to turn out in the end thing is pretty annoying. I don’t plot. I don’t have an overall plot for any story. I have a basic idea of what I want to do. I can start the story with suggestions, but as my characters become more real, they tend to decide where we’re going. I’ve had books that veered off onto tangents I didn’t see coming and couldn’t control. I fought the story and nothing. I let the story lead and I ended up with something I’m not sure anyone ever expected. I think that right there is why so many people try to imitate me but can’t quite get it. I’ve said it so many times. I’m not a writer. I’m a storyteller. Well, really I’m just the bitch that takes dictation and has to keep up or the characters get pissy and stop talking to me.

Why no I am not insane.

No one has ever proved that…beyond a shadow of a doubt.

10847140_749902498412105_340454888_nQ: What books have most influenced your life?

A: Dragon Song by Anne McCaffrey

The whole Harper Hall trilogy but really, the first book was probably the first book to really strike a chord with me as a teen trapped in an abusive home. Much like Menolly, I struggled with a demanding, controlling parent. Ironically, it was that parent who gave me the book.

Q: What is your favourite book that you’ve written and why?

A: Oh, so you want me to play favorites with my babies? I see how it is. This is the part where I upset everyone because I didn’t pick their favorite book.

Okay so top three favorites (and an honorable mention):

Mercy Resized

Wicked Game: Because I wrote the book for NaNo and had no clue what I was doing. I created a very strong female who gave the guy a serious run for his money. I didn’t eat or sleep or bathe for a month. Okay I did, but I don’t remember it. It was book bookbook must write book for thirty days. And I did it. But I will never do NaNo again. Because I really don’t want to tap dance over that edge.

Let it Go: The challenge was to write a cowboy book without writing a cowboy book. I guess growing up in the middle of Florida cow country I was always sort of offended that people think cowboys are only out west. We raised cattle. Had horses.Wore the hats and the spurs. Not much need for chaps in Florida but I’ve seen them. I wanted to write a different take on the rodeo cowboy trope. I didn’t know I’d end up using Eli and Creed to deal with my own abuse issues. I think of all of my characters I identify most with Eli. There’s more of me in him than any of the others.

Shift in Time: My fun shifter everything but the kitchen sink paranormal. I loved writing this story. There’s no real angst. I play with a time in history, rewriting it a bit to fit my needs. Planted in the world I currently live in, and the world I left behind. And did magic, messed with some tropes. I loved that book. And yes for those asking, there will be a sequel. Eventually.

Honorable mention: Beyond Complicated…just so I can have all of my Florida set books in there…so I guess that’s the top four out of sixteen published. How many do I have published? Can’t remember.

Q: What book are you reading now?

A: At the time of this writing: Nothing. I’m working to finish writing a book and I can’t really read while I’m working. I find that I can’t focus on a story when I’m writing. I do have several books lined up to binge read when I’m finished.

Q: Do you have any advice for other writers?

A: Am I the best person to give advice? Considering all of the mistakes and missteps I’ve taken.

I guess, the one thing would be, if you want this, don’t stop. If you’re bad, get better. Learn from your mistakes. You can’t get better if you quit. I have three books in a storage bin that will never see the light of day. I was told I couldn’t or shouldn’t or to stop embarrassing myself.

If this is your dream. Just know it’s a nasty little habit that burns you from the inside out. Just know that you’re never going to get rich. Write what makes you happy. Do your best every time. Don’t quit. Be realistic. Set goals. And for effsake, study the market and protect yourself and your books.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

That I’m amazed that I have readers.Especially readers that have been with me from the first year. All the crazy, most of it came from me, and they’re still with me.

Love you. All of you.

Oh and

Bless your little hearts for following a mad woman.

Q: What are your current projects? And can you share a little of your current work with us?

A: Current WIP is almost finished. Light from the Dark. It’s not a sequel but maybe a companion piece to In from the Cold, and Crazy from the Heat. Which means law enforcement, suspense, a crazy messed up twisted ending. Rhys Ford inspired it. Sort of.


Light From the Dark Excerpt (Unedited first draft / Chapter One)
Release Date: Feb 17, 2015

The image in the mirror wasn’t familiar. He scraped the razor carefully over the scar that puckered his jawline from just in front of his ear to his neck. Another inch and he’d have been dead. Instead of just flayed open like a fish on Friday.

Micah Beasley, formerly Marshal Micah Beasley swished the blade in the hot water and wiped the rest of the shave cream from his chin. He avoided looking at his reflection as much as possible. He had no choice when it came to shaving. He could grow a beard but the scarred area stayed hairless making him look as if he had a lightning bolt carved into his face. Or he could carefully not open old wounds and hope the mirror steamed up before he fell into that pit of despair that kept pulling at him.

He slicked back his hair and thought about getting a trim. There was no point. Not really. Just something else he didn’t have to do anymore. He didn’t have to do much of anything anymore if he thought about it long enough. Parting company with law enforcement had made him, well, not wealthy, but much better off than before the accident.

He chose to remember that day as an accident. Not as the clusterfuck it had been from the get go. A clusterfuck that had left him fighting for his life while his partner had lost his. No, that day was off limits. He leaned over the sink, eyes closed, breathing deeply to force calm into his mind. Calm. Just calm. Nothing else. Just blue skies with white clouds scudding by. A warm breeze on his face. A soft voice telling him to get his shit together.

Pity party was over. The candles melted to the top of the cake. Time to go back to work. Or go stark raving mad.

He dressed in the navy blue suit so dark it almost looked black, a powder blue oxford shirt with a thin navy tie. He looked company man to a tee. Just what that company might be, Micah didn’t have a clue.

The ride downtown was short. The driver waiting for him at the hotel didn’t speak much. He just drove. Micah looked over the notes he’d been able to jot down after the call came in. The company needed security people. And Micah’s name had come up. Micah had no idea who would have his name but right now work was work. He’d sat on his ass long enough.

The day was cold. Not bitterly cold. He could stand the wind in just his suit jacket. Cold never really bothered him. Much. The driver reminded him of the floor and said he’d be waiting to take him wherever he needed to go from there. He didn’t wish Micah luck or offer any words of advice.

Armed with only a slim portfolio and his winning smile Micah rode the elevator up to the 15th floor and stepped out into the offices of Gideon and Auberon. He wasn’t really sure what Gideon and Auberon did. He’d looked them up on the internet but found very little. Whatever it was they did, it seemed successful.

The receptionist greeted him cheerfully and pointed him in the direction of Mr. Gideon’s personal office. A second receptionist asked him to take a seat and informed him that Mr. Gideon was running a bit late but would be with him as soon as possible.

Micah didn’t like waiting. But he didn’t like being unemployed either. He scanned the offices and wondered exactly what type of security a business on the fifteenth floor would need. Besides a security guard at the elevator he couldn’t think of anything. Unless the company was up to it’s neck in sketchy dealings this wasn’t his idea of work. He’d left uniforms behind years ago. And wasn’t going back now.

The door opened behind the receptionist and a tall man stepped out. Gideon, Micah surmised when he held out his hand and flashed a set of straight white teeth any Politian would be proud of. Probably caps. Micah shook his hand.

“Mr. Beasley, thank you for coming on such short notice.” Gideon pumped his hand a couple more times, his smile growing wider, and more insincere with each pump. “I trust your hotel is to your liking and your trip in was uneventful?”

Micah nodded. He wasn’t one to bite the hand that might be feeding him, before tasting the food. “It was pleasant and the room is comfortable.”

“Good, good,” Gideon ushered him into the office and Micah heard him ask the receptionist to hold his calls. “Have a seat. Or if you’d rather I have a full bar, just help yourself. Or coffee. Dinah could have coffee sent in.”

“I’m fine.” Micah took the club chair Gideon indicated and sat across a glass and chrome coffee table from the man instead of the desk as he’d expected. So this was going to be informal. Nothing big. Micah placed his portfolio on the table and leaned back. He propped his ankle on his knee and waited.

Gideon cleared his throat he seemed oddly uncomfortable. Maybe it was the scar. Maybe it was that Micah just didn’t seem friendly. He wasn’t friendly. He’d never been friendly. He’d never needed to be friendly. He was military and then law enforcement. He was a grunt and field work made for ugly work. He wasn’t up on his ass kissing skills. “I guess you’re wondering how I came by your name?”

“That would be my first question. I’m not exactly easy to find and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t on any security head hunter data base.” Micah tried to smile. The scar pulled tight and he winced instead. Gideon looked away, he seemed…repulsed. Well, join the crowd.


10915152_748347598567595_7014123571263879277_n (1)About the Author: Mercy Celeste is the pen name and super hero persona of mild mannered MJ Colbert….which is bull, I’m not mild mannered. I was, in fact, raised in a barn—or several. We even had grain silos. My motto growing up, anything a boy can do, I’m right behind him doing it just as well or better. I’ve broken too many bones to begin to count. Scraped, skinned or scarred pretty much every thing that can be scraped, skinned or scarred. How I’m still walking and talking is a miracle.

Mercy can be found on her blog, Facebook and her Amazon Author Page.

Stay current on Mercy Celeste’s news at http://www.mercyceleste.com/. All of Mercy’s books can be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and ARe.

A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Sneak Peek

Cheers, everyone! I hope you all are well and have been buying, reading, and loving all the books. We have a great week coming up, so without further ado, here’s what we have in store for you to enjoy.


Monday – Kicking off the week, we have Jeff Adams here for a visit and a giveaway of his new book Hat Trick: Overtime

We’ll also have K.C. Wells with us on her A Bond of Three blog tour, with a giveaway

Tuesday – Author J.A. Rock is here today on her Take the Long Way Home blog tour

Brita Addams is also joining us to talk about promotion and to tell us what’s on the horizon for her in 2015

WednesdayDraven St. James is our guest today on the Wolf’s Sacrifice blog tour, with a giveaway

Thursday – Joining us today is author Mercy Celeste, with an exclusive interview and cover reveal

Friday – Authors Racheline Maltese and Erin McRae join us today on their Doves blog tour

And we also have J.A. Jaken joining us today on The Last Door blog tour

Saturday – Wrapping up our week we have Meredith Russell joining us on the Just Jack blog tour


And that does it for this week. Until next time, happy reading!


Loose Id, Mercy Celeste, Self-Published

In Which I’ve Discovered That Having Mercy Is A Really Good Thing – Behind Iron Lace & The 51st Thursday by Mercy Celeste

No man is rich enough to buy back his past. – Oscar Wilde

Darcy Butler moved from Oregon to New Orleans, following the woman he’s been in an on-again-off-again relationship with for the past decade. It’s a new beginning for the online magazine he’s made a success of, even while the economy has made it difficult to build a business, and Darcy’s friendship with Bailey, one that happens to occasionally include sex, is a habit he’s formed over the years, so following her didn’t necessarily make sense as much as it was just a case of abiding the status quo. It’s a relationship that has become a convenient crutch for Darcy, but it’s about to become painfully obvious that he’s been wasting far too much time living a lie.

Landing an interview with award winning photographer and artist Caleb Mitchell was a stroke of good fortune and exactly what the magazine needs—Caleb’s vision and talent to help revamp the graphic art department and take the publication to the next level of polished professionalism. But, oh, Caleb is far from a polished professional. He’s a sublimely seductive, smooth talking French Cajun, whisper that in my ear one more time, bebe! sex god, and he takes an immediate interest in the very straight, very staid Darcy, something Darcy isn’t at all flattered by or interested in exploring.

Until, of course, he is.

Darcy has never been interested in men, and outside of Bailey, has never been particularly interested in women either. Mediocre sex is all he’s familiar with, so he has no idea there’s any other way for it to be. But Caleb is eager to seduce the man he can’t seem to keep his eyes or hands or lips off of, and eventually, he smooth talks his way behind Darcy’s walls of resistance, obliterating Darcy’s belief in his heterosexuality and blurring the lines between what’s lust and what could grow into so much more in the space of just a few days, and proving beyond all reasonable argument that sex and mediocrity don’t belong in the same frame of reference.

The sex these two guys partake in is about as hot and steamy as the city of New Orleans herself, though Darcy grows much fonder of one than the other, which is a conflict that bubbles just beneath the surface of whatever it is that’s going on between these two men. Their story is complicated by lots of drama and doubt and ghosts of the past that hang on like a miasma of self-abuse, the kind of pain that won’t allow for anything like peace. It’s a torment that Caleb eventually misuses as a weapon against Darcy and one that nearly ruins everything they could need or want from each other.

Four hours. That’s exactly how much sleep I got while I was reading this book. I didn’t want to put it down; then once I did, I think I must’ve dreamt about it because I couldn’t wait to wake up and start reading it again. I’d be lying if I said Caleb didn’t make me want to go all Gomez Addams on him every time he spoke. (And if you get that reference, give yourself a pat on the back.) Basically, I wanted to attack him with my lips. I know, that sounds a little scary weird, but it’s truthiness wrapped in weirdity, so there you go.

I really, really liked this story a lot, though, for reasons that go beyond my obsession with Caleb and Darcy. I loved the struggle and the tragedy and the passion and the rage inherent in their relationship, as they fought not only each other but the things that’d already happened, things they couldn’t change, but things that intruded on their relationship nonetheless, things that brought them to the breaking point and forced them to face the question of whether they could be together and build a future with each other.

You can buy Behind Iron Lace here:

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain. – Vivian Greene

Shelby Bainbridge has made a habit of living his life the way everyone else, especially his Senator father, the same father who has presidential aspirations, has dictated he should live. Once a ‘Bama football star, now nothing more than the shell of a broken man, Shelby has made it a habit of showing up at Deacon’s Place every Thursday for the past year of Thursdays, for a few beers, and, if he’s lucky, to find a woman who’ll take him home and make him forget who he is and everything he’s lost for a little while.

Joe Deacon is the proprietor of Deacon’s Place, and has been watching Shelby, each and every one of those Thursdays, not knowing who he is or what his story is, though he knows it’s not a happy one. On the night a hurricane is bearing down upon the city of Mobile, Deacon doesn’t hold out much hope he’s going to see “Thursday” at all that night, something he realizes he’s come to count on, but he’s seriously underestimated just how much the “come-for-the-beer, stay-for-the-atmosphere” routine means to the man Deacon has taken an intense interest in.

Playing out against the threat of a storm the likes of which neither man has ever experience—and I’m not talking about the hurricane—Deacon and Thursday give in to their mutual attraction to each other, creating a firestorm of need and emotion that leaves them both reeling and causes Shelby to run away as soon as Mother Nature’s storm blows over.

There’s too much baggage and too much pressure weighing Shelby down to allow him to admit he wants Deacon for so much more than just that one night of passionate sex. It’s too much for him to process, knowing that if he’s outed it’s going to cause a shit-storm for his father’s presidential run, not to mention throw him and whomever he’s involved with into the media spotlight. It’s so much better that he hide from himself and from the truth that he’s gay than it is to deal with the repercussions. Or it would’ve been easier if Deacon were an easier man to resist.

The 51st Thursday is a story of passion with a side of tragedy mixed in, set against an atmosphere of longing and denial. It’s not a long story but it’s not lacking in emotion or a connection to the characters. This is one of those books that I finished and asked myself if I wish it’d been longer and can honestly say, maybe. Probably. But then again, it’s always that way with the characters I want to spend more time with.

You can buy The 51st Thursday here:

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OH! More Of The Shares

I wish I’d known about this contest sooner. ::grumbles at my clueless ways:: There are only a couple of days left to enter, so hurry on over to Babes in Boyland and leave a comment to win some Mercy Celeste goodies! I just finished reading Behind Iron Lace–review coming next week–but here’s a hint: Go. Enter. Now. Just click on the banner image to get where you need to be.

And, Good Luck!