Backlist Book Bump, Simone Anderson, Totally Bound

Simone Anderson Is Doing A Little Backlist Book Bumping With A Giveaway For Two Lucky Readers

Thank you, Lisa and The Novel Approach, for the opportunity to share one of my favorite books, Smuggler’s Cove – Knight of Pleasure. I love all of my characters and enjoy telling their stories, even the difficult ones, but some touch me more than others. In the case of Knight of Pleasure, it’s Ethan and Dean, specifically, Dean. I know several real-life Deans. Men and women who have come back from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan changed so completely by their experiences that sometimes simple things have become monumental obstacles. As we enter the holiday season and we see our friends and family, it’s easy to forget that not everyone is as lucky as we are. Most service personnel are not able to be with their friends and family for the holidays; for many it’s temporary, but for some they will never return and those who are left behind are left to find their way without them.

As I reconnect with one of my first releases and celebrate a new upcoming release, I’m happy to give away ANY TWO books of mine to one lucky winner. Thank you and I hope you enjoy your time with Ethan and Dean as much as I do.



I’m also pleased to announce that Totally Bound (formerly Total-E-Bound) has put Knight of Pleasure in their new Safe, Sane and Sexy Box Set along with Sean Michael, Kim Dare LM Somerton, and Sage Marlow.

Knight of Pleasure Buy link


Welcome to Smuggler’s Cove and Discover the treasure of the heart at Smuggler’s Cove.

The brewery was started by three friends and continues to grow and prosper.


Wounded in Iraq, Dean Hudson is forced to give up his dream of a career in the Marine Corps. Nearly recovered from the physical wounds that left him scarred, he resigns himself to a life alone, and begins to deal with the emotional and mental scars the war left behind while he tries to rebuild a life. Having kept his homosexuality a secret for so long, he doesn’t expect to find love or acceptance in the arms of a knight.

On the weekends, successful brewery co-owner, Dom Ethan Moreland dons armour and a sword and fights other knights. The adrenaline rush and stress relief provided by the atmosphere of the renaissance faire also serve as a constant reminder of the love he still hasn’t found and can’t remember having.
When Dean meets Ethan dressed as a knight, he never dreams that he will find happiness and love on his knees while submitting to Ethan.


Swords clanged together as two armoured men fought in the centre of a large, roped- off area. Dean Hudson sat in the bleachers with his sister and her three children watching the by-play, his gaze on the knight in the maroon tunic with a dragon painted on it.

“Uncle Dean?” a young voice called out. A small hand tugged on his shirt.

“What is it pumpkin?” he asked, pulling his five-year-old niece onto his lap.

“Is that what you did when you were in the Ma’eenes?” she asked, pointing to the knights.

“No, we weren’t lucky enough to have swords,” he smiled. “They didn’t even give us horses.”

“That’s not nice of them!” she said, hands on her hips, looking indignant.

“Jennie, you’re not supposed to ask Uncle about that,” Dean’s nine-year-old, nephew scolded.

“Todd,” Dean’s older sister Carla warned her eldest son. “Dean, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dragged you here.”

“I’ve never been to a Renaissance Faire before. Besides, it beats staying home and drinking.” Dean shrugged, turned his attention to his niece. “Look, pumpkin, I think that’s the Queen.” He indicated a middle aged woman in a heavily beaded, dark-green velvet gown.

“Queen Isabella Savoy.” Carla wrinkled her nose. “Ethan and Sean call her a fun-hater and a micro-manager.”

“I see. And who again are Ethan and Sean?”

“Ethan’s in the maroon and white tunic with the dragon on it. He’s fighting Lord Darken, Sean, in the green and yellow tunic,” Carla said, pointing to the two combatants before naming the rest of the men in the fight ring.

“Everyone has a different name?” He shook his head. “How do you keep them all straight?” His gaze wandered back to Ethan. Dean had seen him without a helmet on and recognised him from the photographs his sister had sent to him while he was in the desert. Familiar memories tugged at him. Refusing to acknowledge them, he became acutely aware of his surroundings. He hoped the sights and sounds of the faire would keep the memories at bay for a while longer. Now was not the time or place to relive that hell. Smiling, he prayed Carla wouldn’t notice. She deserved to see him happy, deserved a day of fun.

His sister shrugged. “From hanging around them, I know all of the Knights of Steel and a good portion of everyone else here—the ones dressed up anyway. All rennies, the people who do this all of the time, adopt a different name and persona. If you’re observant and patient, you can see scenes unfold just below the surface of the show for the public.”

Dean nodded and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wanting to bolt. The crowded open area of the faire set his nerves on edge, and he longed for peace and quiet and solitude. Jennie wriggled out of his lap, and he waited for her to climb down to the bench in front of them to join her two brothers before he edged away from Carla.

Dean rubbed his sweating palms on his jeans, thankful the breezy day spared him the awkwardness of explaining why he wasn’t wearing shorts. He hadn’t worn shorts since before his last deployment, when his body and life were changed forever. It was a day like any other, but one he would never forget the day of his last patrol. Two years later, he was looking at an uncertain future as a disabled vet who couldn’t stand on his own two feet without the aid of a cane.

He watched the maroon-clad knight, Ethan, round on his opponent, swing his sword and drive the man to his knees. Kicking him in the chest, he raised his hands in celebration as the man toppled backwards. Half of the crowd cheered. The other half booed. An armour-less man dressed in a black and white tunic bearing the colours and crest of the entertainment troop rushed forward to help the defeated knight to his feet.

“Honour her majesty!”

One after another, the armoured men dropped to one knee, heads bowed in the direction of a short, round, blonde-haired woman, who despite her smile, looked as though she’d just tasted something disgusting. Ethan stuck his sword into the dirt, removed his helmet then knelt on one knee.

Dean inhaled sharply. Long, light-brown hair was tied at the nape of the man’s neck, and beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face. His angular jaw gave way to the subtle lines hidden beneath armour.

“Ethan’s gay, by the way, and single,” Carla whispered in his ear. “I thought you might like him.”

“You told me in one of the letters you sent me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to play matchmaker,” Dean said good-naturedly, hugging his sister.

“Why shouldn’t I want my brother to find true love?”

Backlist Book Bump, Brita Addams, Charlie Cochet, Jake Wells, Jordan Castillo Price, Marguerite Labbe, Simone Anderson, Sneak Peek, Vona Logan

And Now, Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week!

Jinkies, gang, we’ve got a great week (and month) coming up and I can’t wait to share it with you all.

We’re starting a new series of author visits this month called the Backlist Book Bump. So, what does that mean for you? Well, what it means is that the participating authors who will be coming to TNA throughout the month of November have selected a book from their backlist, one that’s been around for a bit that you may not know about, especially if your new-ish to the M/M genre, and we’re going to show that title a little love, which means you’re going to be given the chance to learn about and maybe even win some great books throughout the month! You’ll definitely want to keep an eye out for that, as well as all the other reviews, articles, blog tours and giveaways we’ll be bringing you in the coming weeks.

Here’s what’s coming up:


>>Monday: Brita Addams drops in for our first ever Backlist Book Bump, with For Men Like Us

>>Tuesday: Jake Wells will be along with an Interview for his debut novel A White Coat Is My Closet

>>Wednesday: Marguerite Labbe is here with her Backlist Book Bump offering, My Heart Is Within You

And, of course, we’ll have A.J. Corza back with her cover critique of the week

>>Thursday: Jordan Castillo Price comes calling for the Backlist Book Bump, featuring the books in the “Channeling Morpheus” series

>>Friday: Simone Anderson arrives with her own Backlist Book Bump for Knight of Pleasure

>>Saturday: Charlie Cochet has kindly made us a stop on her “The Impetuous Afflictions” Blog Tour

And last, but certainly never least,

>>Sunday: Vona Logan will be here on her Hard ‘n Deep Blog Tour


And that’s it for this week, peeps. Watch for lots of great giveaways! Until next time, happy reading. :)

Resplendence Publishing, Simone Anderson

Do You Feel The Tide Changing? Simone Anderson Does, And She Wants To Give Away Prizes!

Thank you, Lisa, for the opportunity to say ‘hi’ to everyone! I’m looking forward to GayRomLit coming up in Atlanta in a matter of days! It’s a great chance to meet readers and hang out with friends, both new and old.

Changing Tides, a New Reality book, is coming out on Wednesday, October 23rd from Resplendence Publishing, and in celebration of my new release, I want to give away two copies of Changing Tides and two books from my backlist (winner’s choice), one each to two winners!


About Changing Tides –

Growing up in a world where change is feared, life is planned and predictable. The final step into adulthood is celebrated at age 25 with three life-altering choices.
Brett DeMarco is a First Lieutenant in the country’s Security Forces and is pretty sure he knows what his choices will be. When his lover dies, he throws himself into his work until he runs into gorgeous Orion Hellman, a manual laborer on base who never talks and changes everything he thought he knew.

UNEDITED Excerpt –

The gray, early morning sky matched his mood.

First Lieutenant Brett DeMarco pushed himself harder. The same cloying emotions that had motivated him in the field and helped him secure his promotion into the intelligence arena grabbed hold of him, driving him through the base along an increasingly difficult course. Familiar terrain slipped away as images of Teran Prescott’s battered body pushed its way forward. Brett ground his teeth and clenched his fist, his chest tightened and tears fell fast.

No! He chastised himself.

No. He was stronger than this. Stronger than a memory. Stronger than images that would never leave him. Grasping for other emotions and memories, he pushed his body harder, needing to outrun the pain. Brett stumbled and fell. He landed awkwardly, sprawled over the ground and a body. Shaking his head, he tried to make sense of what had happened and where he was.

“What the—” he started to say, pushing himself up. Brett stopped and stared at the man beneath him until he started squirming. Carefully Brett pulled himself to his feet and held his hand out to help the other man up. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you okay?” Brett asked looking down at the man in the dirty tan coveralls. Shorter than himself, haunted golden brown eyes looked up at him before turning away. His dark brown hair was long enough to be pulled back. Very few men he’d met had hair that long and certainly no one on a military base. “Excuse me, are you okay?” He asked again, laying a hand on the man’s arm.

The man shrugged and tried to turn away.

“I’m Lieutenant Brett DeMarco. Are you hurt anywhere?”

Concern flooded Brett. A head injury maybe. He’d never heard of injuries that rendered a person conscious but speechless. Brett worried the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t a doctor and his knowledge of medicine was limited to little more than what was needed on the battlefield. Medicine had been Taren’s plan. His lover had wanted to be a trauma surgeon, but the state education counselors hadn’t thought his aptitude high enough for that. Two weeks before his twenty-fifth birthday, his fiancée had learned he’d been assigned to general medicine instead. Teran had been irate. Brett pushed the memories aside.

“Are you okay?” Brett asked again, not hiding his concern or softening the demand.

The man shrugged again.

Brett tried again. “What is your name?”

The man frowned and shook his head.

“What is your name?” Brett insisted. Taking a deep breath, he ran his fingers up the other man’s arms, watching for signs of pain or discomfort.

The other man flinched and stepped back.

Brett instinctively tightened his grip on the man’s biceps. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to make sure you’re not injured. I don’t think you’re okay.”

The man frowned again, but stepped forward.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

The man nodded.

“At least it’s not a language issue,” Brett muttered. “Where are you hurt? Point to it, if you won’t tell me.”

The man shrugged again.

Frustration welled up. Brett took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “If you don’t answer me, I’ll have to take you into the base hospital.”

The man’s features contorted into fear and he pulled back, struggling to escape.

What the hell was going on? Brett asked himself. “Okay. Okay. Stop. No hospital.” Brett frowned and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. The man understood him, but refused to answer his questions. “Can you talk?” he asked finally.

The man shook his head no, giving Brett one of the first definitive answers since he’d bumped into him. “Okay, so you can’t talk. Do you have a name?”

A nod this time.

Brett rubbed his neck again and returned his hold on both of the smaller man’s arms. It was a start. It didn’t answer the big questions though. “Can you write your name down? In the dirt maybe.”

A head shake no.

“Do you have anything that tells me who you are?”

The man stepped back, pulling against Brett’s grasp.

Brett blew out a breath. Something was seriously spooking the other man. “You look about my age.” Brett bit his cheek again. “You don’t have to show me your ID.” Muscles flexed under Brett’s fingers. “Since you can’t tell me if anything hurts, I want to check you for injuries. I landed pretty hard on you. Okay?” Brett softened his voice. “I promise, nothing more than that.”

The man hesitated then nodded.

Brett ran his fingers along the other man’s arms and shoulders, down his back, up his neck and over his head. Pushing occasionally, watching him closely for any reaction. It was a technique he’d learned from Taren. The man stiffened, flinching when his fingers traveled to close to the man’s ass. “Does it hurt from the fall?”

The man shook his head.

“Do you hurt anywhere else?” Brett asked, standing in front of him once more, rubbing his thumb over the other man’s hand. “Thank you. I wish I knew your name, you’re cute.”

The man shook his head and opened his eyes wide. Unzipping the coveralls to his waist, he pushed the fabric to one side and pointed to a patch on the right side of the shirt above where a pocket had been at one time.

“Hellman? Your name is Hellman?” Brett asked. “This is your last name?”

The man nodded.

Brett smiled then frowned. The man’s brow furrowed in response. The shirt under the coveralls might have been military issued at one time, but the slight fading and missing pocket meant it should have been thrown away. It wasn’t something security forces personnel would wear. Nor were they ever allowed to have long hair. Most civilian males didn’t even have long hair, the government frowned on it. “You aren’t in the military,” Brett said flatly. “Who are you and why are you here?”

A look passed quickly over Hellman’s face and disappeared before Brett could pinpoint it. Hellman blew out a breath and showed him the other patch. He pointed to himself and the ground, then to Brett and away from them.

Brett hesitated before nodding. Special staff personnel were civilians assigned to the security forces and as far as he knew there were only a handful. It was a special position reserved for certain selected people.

Brett mentally stepped back. The other man was gorgeous. He wasn’t ready for a relationship of any kind. But sex was something he could handle though, if the other man was willing. Sex without a permanent relationship was encouraged by government officials, who in the interest of limiting the number of children people had and the drain on resources, had ruled that anyone not married underwent sterilization the day after they turned twenty-five. Brett ran his thumb across the man’s arm slowly, hoping for a sign of encouragement from him.

Hellman stepped back breaking all contact. He pointed at Brett again, then to the road he must have come down.

Brett looked around. At some point he’d left the main road and had taken a hard dirt-packed trail. “What is it?” Brett asked, reaching for Hellman.

The other man slipped from his grip and pointed from him to the road and stomped his foot. Brett backed away as anger and fear chased each other across Hellman’s face. There was no mistaking what the smaller man was trying to tell say. Brett needed to leave. Now.

“Okay, I’ll leave,” Brett said, raising his hands. “Will you be safe here alone?”

Hellman nodded.

“Can I see you again?”

He shook his head no vehemently and picked up the shovel.

Brett nodded, reached out and cupped Hellman’s cheek, wincing internally at the man’s flinch and weary gaze. Stroking his thumb along Hellman’s face, Brett closed his eyes briefly and memorized the sensations before turning and running back toward the main part of the base. Something was off about the entire situation, Brett knew it in his gut, the same way he knew there was something special about the smaller man.