Good Morning Monday and what a bloody week it was!

OMG this week… So busy, but productive, thank God! What I got done this week:

  • Wrote 16,000 words to finish the first draft of On Davis Row 🙂
  • Wrote the blurb for On Davis Row (I swear, the 92K word story was easier lol)
  • Completed edits on 82,000 words for the re-release of Breaking Point (Oct 27th)
  • Organised/ordered 96 paperback pre-order books to be delivered to Denver
  • The Weight Of It All was released on Audio
  • Negotiated a contract for all FOUR Spencer Cohen books to be done in Audio
  • Imagines and Perfect Catch came off KU and went to other retailers
  • Set up a CafePress store!

Not to mention the real life/mum things I’ve been doing all week. My kids go back to school this week, so I’ll have some free hours to get everything ready for my big trip to America next week!

Speaking of my trip, I leave home early early next Monday morning (16th) so there’s a very good chance there will be NO post from me next week. And the following Monday, I’ll be in Denver, travelling back to LA, ready to fly home at midnight. So there might not be a post from me for the next two weeks. I’ll be sure to make up for it though with lots of pics when I return.

I’m so excited to meeting up with everyone again, and meeting new faces! I can’t wait!!


For those who may have missed previous posts, this is the gorgeous cover for On Davis Row. I can’t share the blurb yet because it’s unedited. Release date should be late November 🙂


I can’t remember if I’ve shared with you the new cover for Breaking Point… The very talented Reese Dante made the three covers for the re-releases. Due to be out on October 27th, Breaking Point has been re-edited and tidied but no new content has been added.

Be sure to grab POINT OF NO RETURN (book 1 in the Turning Point Series) while it’s still on special for just 99c!


The audio of The Weight of it All was released this week to RAVE reviews! I’m so thrilled people are enjoying Henry and Reed’s story in audio as much as the book, and the wonderful narrator, Joel Leslie, really brings Henry to life.

You can find it at Audible HERE


Tantor Audio have requested all FOUR Spencer Cohen books!!  I’m beyond stoked for these boys to go to audio, especially Yanni’s Story, which I’d never have been able to afford to self-pub into audio because of its length. No dates yet, but I’m imagining they’ll be spread out over next year! Stay tuned for more details.


All my books will be coming out of Kindle Unlimited for now. If and/or when I decide to put them back remains to be seen. They probably will but I’m happy for them to go wide at the time being. (New releases will be in KU and Spencer Cohen 1 has two more months).

Imagines is the next title to be released wide.

You can now find Imagines at:

Smashwords

Payhip

And I’ll share the links to B&N and iBooks when they become available.


Perfect Catch is also going wide!

You can find it at Smashwords and Payhip!

Other retail sites to follow asap!


And my new swag store is now at Cafe Press!! There are lots of new and fun products, so be sure to check them out!


So that’s all my news this week! This week will be busy with travel plans and getting packed and organised. I have some real life things to take care of this week before I leave, so I doubt there’ll be any writing, maybe some tweaking of drafts etc, but that’s about it.

Until then… ❤

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Good Morning Monday! Point of No Return is baaaaack!!

Yes, that’s right!!  The rights to Point of No Return have been returned to me! I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am about that! It was my first ever submitted book, way back in 2011 (subbed in 2011, published in 2012) and what a roller coaster this poor book has had! It’s had two publishers (the first being Silver – no more needs to be said on that matter LOL) and it’s short lifespan, this new edition will be its FOURTH cover.

No wonder people are confused, right??

Just so we’re clear, this new edition has been re-edited and has a bright and shiny new cover, but there’s no additional content. The story hasn’t changed.

It will have an introductory price of $2.99 for a week before it goes up to the permanent price of $3.99.

I’m waiting on Amazon to approve it (I’m expecting delays because of the proof of ownership/copyright, so stay tuned!)

I simply LOVE the new covers for this series. They’re really getting back to the original cover art design, which was utterly perfect. Reese Dante did an outstanding job recapturing the original. I just love Matt and Kira (and Sal and Yumi) and I’m so thrilled to have this book back!


In other news, Yanni’s Story is now with some pre-readers and I’ll be sending it to my editor asap. The first draft came in at 119K words! I have shown the cover in my private Facebook readers’ group, but I’ll be showing it off to the world soon, I promise!

I’d like to pick a release date for late August, though it will depend totally on edits. I could very well be crying in my coffee until September… 😉


Personal update on me – I seem to be managing my Chronic Fatigue okay. Though this week, after travelling away and being busy with my son’s tennis from 6am until 9pm every day, I have contracted some god-awful chest infection. I’m on antibiotics and a few other types of medications, but it has wiped me. I’m exhausted. My kids also have this week off school, which does mean that they’ll be home every day in my workspace, but it also means I can sleep in! YAY!  🙂

Now, the biggest question is… which story to start next? Decisions, decisions… Normally I have impatient characters who are yelling at me for their story, but they’ve all gone quiet. Maybe they’re kindly waiting for me to feel better, or waiting until I’ve finished my taxes *lol/sob*   I have ten thousand ideas in my plot-bunny folder, but no disgruntled characters in my head, demanding to be written. It’s kind of a toss-up between three ideas – one crime novella trilogy, one fluffy surfer/lifesaver stand alone, or a hugely plotty paranormal that I love the idea of, but after writing Yannis’ 119k in 8 weeks, I think I need something easy… It will all come down to which guys want their story first. As I’ve always said, I don’t get to choose – I’m just the typist. 😉

Until next week! ❤

 

Retro Reads: Point of No Return

THIRD EDITION

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BLURB:

Matthew Elliot is one of LA’s best detectives. He’s been labelled the golden boy of the Fab Four: a team of four detectives who’ve closed down drug-rings all over the city. He’s smart, tough and exceptionally good at his job.

He’s also a closeted gay man.

Enter Kira Takeo Franco, the new boxing coach at the gym. Matthew can’t deny his immediate attraction to the man his fellow cops know as Frankie. But in allowing himself to fall in love with a man known to his colleagues, Matthew risks outing them both.

Matt and Kira work to keep their relationship and private lives hidden from Matt’s very public life, fearing it would be detrimental to their careers.

But it’s not the other cops who Matthew should be worried about finding out his deepest, darkest secret…it’s the bad guys.

EXCERPT:

The four of us hit the gym like we always did after a stressful day and were met by a round of applause from the other cops who were there working out. The gym itself was a main floor space with various fitness equipment, a service desk and some rooms off the far wall for different classes. It smelt like sweat and dirty socks. I loved it.
On the wall facing the treadmills was a row of TV screens, usually showing repeats of different sports. But not tonight. The TV screens were tuned to the five o’clock news, and all the guys there were watching the four of us standing outside the West Street headquarters.
A reporter introduced the story. “Breaking another link in one of LA’s biggest drug chains, Croatian expat Pavao Tomic was taken down in what can only be described as a successful drug heist by police.”
I waved them off, heading straight for the treadmills. I didn’t need to watch it.
I’d been there.
“Detective Elliott, it must be a relief after weeks of hard work to finally have this notorious drug supplier in custody.”
“Yes, it is,” I heard myself answer diplomatically on-screen. “The streets of LA are safer. The people of LA are better off with Tomic behind bars.”
What I couldn’t say on air was that the slimeball deserved everything he got. With no regard for human life, types like Pavao Tomic were best left to rot in jail.
Instead, all suited up out in front of HQ, the television version of me went on to say it wasn’t just me who did all the work, like the press insinuated, but a team effort.
I didn’t outrank the other three men on my team. I didn’t do anything they didn’t do, but that wasn’t how the media portrayed it. To them, I was the leader of the media-dubbed ‘Fab Four’—one of four detectives in the Narcotics Division who had broken crime rings right across the city. My partner, Detective Mitch Seaton, and detective partners Kurt Webber and Tony Milic made up the rest of the team who had seen a record number of criminals behind bars.
“Yeah,” Mitch snorted from the treadmill beside me. “The one-man show here did it all on his own.”
I rolled my eyes before looking over at the other guys. “Any time either of you three idiots want to speak up when the cameras start rolling, be my guest.”
Kurt laughed. “No freakin’ way! I’d rather your ugly mug be all over the news than mine.”
“The general public would too,” Mitch joked. He reached over and tapped the side of my face. “This pretty-boy makes all us cops look good.”
Tony laughed at me, and the three of them started talking crap just like the media did. But they gave up trying to goad me when they realised I wasn’t going to bite. I tuned them out and tuned into the rhythm of my feet hitting the treadmill instead.
They’d settled in to running it out on the treadmills with me when Kurt told us he couldn’t stay long because he had dinner plans with his girlfriend, Rachel. “Workout first, then we hit the bar, just for a few. It’s been a helluva week.”
And so it had.
We’d spent months watching Tomic, waiting for the intel to pay off, nabbing him red-handed in a multi-million-dollar drug bust. It had paid off today. No one injured, no casualties, several million dollars’ worth of cocaine, ice and meth off the streets and one more link in the crime chain behind bars.
So we did what we always did. The four of us hit the gym, then we hit the bar. They didn’t drink much, and I drank even less, but we’d blow off steam in the gym then unwind in the bar, talking crap and having a laugh. It was a cops’ gym and a cops’ bar. I’d been a cop for ten of my twenty-eight years. Police work was all I knew.
The guys I worked with were like my family, like brothers. I knew almost everything about them, as they did with me.
Almost everything. There was one part of my life they knew nothing about.
When the other guys commented on me being the blond-haired, blue-eyed playboy of the police force, the one all the ladies wanted, I was reminded of exactly what it was they didn’t know about me.
Because it wasn’t the ladies I wanted at all.
That was what they didn’t know about me. That was what I kept secret. Hidden. Private. Would the guys I worked with treat me differently if they knew I was gay? Maybe…probably…
I wasn’t ashamed. I wasn’t scared. I didn’t flaunt being gay because I didn’t want it to precede me. I wanted to be known for being a good cop, not a gay cop. But above all, I kept my sexuality to myself because it was no one else’s goddamn business.
After twenty minutes on the treadmill, I jumped off, ready for my bag workout. Boxing was my thing. The gym had a sparring room—no ring, just mats and pads. It was mostly just a form of fitness, and a little self-defence. The other guys on my team didn’t bother with it. They’d watch me spar sometimes, and they’d tease and taunt me, but not one of them had the balls to spar with me.
I headed into the boxing room, and Chris, the owner of the gym, followed me. “Hey, Matt!” he called from the door. “There’ll be a new trainer taking your session today.”
“No worries,” I replied. “Is Vinnie okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Chris nodded. “Just a change in his timetable, that’s all.” He looked over my shoulder and called some guy over. “Frankie, this here is Matthew Elliott. He’s your five-thirty appointment. Matt, this is Frankie.”
I looked at him then, my new boxing trainer. And I got stuck.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I did a double take, trying not to give myself away. But he was fucking beautiful. He had dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes. He was European, or Asian. Or both.
He smiled. Oh, fuck. His smile.
“Frankie’s real name I can’t pronounce,” Chris went on to say with a laugh. “But he knows I’m an ex-cop and not overly bright, so he forgives me.”
This Frankie guy extended his hand and introduced himself formally. “Kira Takeo Franco.” I couldn’t detect an accent, but his name rolled exotically off his tongue. I shook his hand, and our eyes met. It was like I couldn’t look away. His stare deepened for just a second and his eyes flashed, as though he could tell I found him attractive. Then he smiled and said, “You’re the guy on TV.”
“The one and the same,” Chris said. “Anyway,” he continued to me, with a smile, “I’ve seen Frankie in action and thought I’d come in and watch how he does with our best student.”
Then the door behind me swung open, and Mitch, Kurt and Tony walked in.
I looked at my team standing in the door, all smiling, then back to Chris. “And what are they here for?”
Chris answered hesitantly. “Well, Frankie’s pretty good. I might have told them it could be…entertaining.”
I looked at the three smiling cops, my so-called partners. “And you guys have come in to watch me get my ass kicked?”
They nodded and laughed, and Mitch defended me…well, kind of. “I got twenty on ya,” he said. He threw his thumb back at Kurt and Tony. “These two aren’t so confident.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled at them, then started strapping my hands. When I turned around and saw my sparring partner, I almost lost my breath. He was stretching out—his broad shoulders were barely concealed by his singlet top, revealing well-defined muscles and beautiful, olive skin. My dick twitched.
Goddamn it.

 

New Reviews of Turning Point Series

Thank you to Prism Book Alliance who reviewed the Turning Point series.

Point-of-No-Return5* for Point of No Return….”In Kira, Matt finally finds a reason to come out of hiding. Add in a little mystery, some good friends, and some seriously kick ass fight sequences, you have a fun read.”

 

 

Breaking-Point5* for Breaking Point ….”Breaking Point is heartbreaking. It is violent. It is a struggle to read. That struggle stems from how much I love these two main characters. I want them to have that happy ending. However, they have to work hard for it. They have to examine themselves and their relationship. What they see isn’t always pretty, and they have to deal with that, together and as individuals.”

 

To Will Parkinson… Twelfth of Never – Blind Faith 3.5

Over the last year, Will Parkinson (the man, not the character from Blindside) has pestered hounded harassed encouraged me to write a little more of the Blind Faith series. And while it might not be a full novel, I have done a very short (as in only 8500 words) FREE Christmas story instead to shut him up make him happy. 🙂

Will has demanded requested demanded Mark and Will (the characters, not the men) become parents. But we all know Mark doesn’t have a clue paternal side, and truthfully I just didn’t see Mark filling that role. He is, after all, a child himself.

So what we have, is this…

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The very beautiful cover was made my the VERY talented and awesome Sara York. I am so blessed to have her skills representing my books.  

BLURB:

Will Parkinson has been with Mark Gattison for five years and, in his words, there has never been a dull moment. Will has always been the serious one, the responsible one. Mark is the irresponsible man-child who loves nothing more than to make people smile.

But Will has an ache for something Mark won’t give him.

Until he does.

Join Will, Mark, Carter, Isaac and Brady, Hannah and her family (and some other special guests for Christmas) and have yourself a Merry Twelfth of Never.

Now, what’s with the title you ask?

Well, Will bloody Parkinson has asked me so many times when the next Blind Faith book was coming out, that I eventually gave him an expected release date of, yes you guessed it, the Twelfth of Never.  Which, for those who don’t know, means IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, WILL, SO STFU ALREADY  it’s not likely to happen.

But it did happen.

And I hope you love this little insight into the Blind Faith family’s future.

Oh, and there’s a guest appearance in this book from another couple of mine who some people have been dying to see more of. It’s only very brief, but we see how happy they are, and I must extend a very warm thank you to Totally Bound for allowing these characters to turn up in another book.

Disclaimer: This book has NOT been professionally edited. My very awesome writing buddies looked it over for me and fixed it, but any and all remaining errors and typos are mine. This little story is also free. So if you do find a typo or a continuity error, just smile and wave, k?

Another disclaimer: This is it, Will. There is no more. Their story is done. Kaput. Fin. Just because I like you doesn’t mean I won’t inflict bodily harm. 

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This book will be available from All Romance eBooks  HERE  from December 12th.

It will not be on Amazon, because I don’t want anyone to have to buy it before Amazon will reduce the price to zero.  I will also be adding it here to by blog after December 12th. Check the pages menu under Books > Blind Faith.

Much, much love ❤ ❤  And please, have yourself a very safe and merry Twelfth of Never.

Update on Starting Point

As you may or may not know, I’ve really struggled with writing these last few months.  Without going into details and the whole woe is me song, for the last seven months I have been trying to write the final installment in my Turning Point Series.

Well, it’s done.  The first draft anyway.

I’ve sent it to my editor (who graciously read it when it was half done and I was about ready to quit writing all together) and I’m sure there will be major edits, rewrites and additions to be done. As it is now, it’s 90,600 words exactly. (I deleted the epilogue – but will add it if my editor thinks it’s necessary).

It’s bittersweet to finish this series. I have LOVED these boys more than words can express. I honestly feel like I know them, like they’re real, and they are very much a part of my life.  I have loved writing them, and while it’s sad to let them go, I am also relieved to be at the end.  

In the first book, Point of No Return, we meet Matt and Kira, Matt’s workmates and Kira’s parents.  In the second book, Breaking Point, we meet the guys at the FC.

In Starting Point, along with all our favourite characters from the first two books, we meet some more special people.

I’d like to introduce you to two kids Matt teaches at the FC, Claudia and Reuben. 

Claude
Claude
Ruby
Ruby

These two kids, brother and sister, Claude and Ruby, come with a world of problems that Matt and Kira weren’t quite prepared for. Still dealing with ramifications from his stint undercover, along with worries that the FC might be financial trouble, Matt finds  the course of his life heading in a new direction.  But with Kira by his side, Matt realises it’s not a bad thing. In fact, it could be the beginning of something great, and this is just the starting point. 

More news when I have it – but I believe it will be a late May publication.  Thanks to all who have read and loved these boys. I hope I have given them a HEA they deserve. 

 

Breaking Point excerpt

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I walked downstairs to find Kira cleaning up and putting things away. He wouldn’t look at me. “You sleep okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He didn’t answer. “We need to head back this morning,” he said instead. “I have to work tonight.”

“Okay,” I said, turning around. “I’ll just go pack my things.”

“You can have some breakfast first,” he said. He looked at me then. “Your eye looks better.”

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen it.”

“You haven’t looked at it, at all?”

I shook my head. “No.” I scratched my not-sore cheek through the four-day grown stubble. “I haven’t been game enough to shave, so I haven’t looked at myself…” I let my words trail off because I knew how pathetic I sounded.

I suddenly wasn’t very hungry. “I’ll just grab a shower.”

I’d no sooner walked into the bathroom when Kira was behind me. He surprised me. “What are you doing?”

He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around in the small bathroom so I faced the mirror. “Look at yourself.”

I kept my eyes down. “Kira,” I started.

“Look at yourself,” he said again, interrupting me. “Why won’t you look at yourself?”

Because I don’t like what I see.

Because I don’t know the man staring back at me.

I shrugged, still unable to look at my reflection.

He stood behind me and made me look up. I looked at his reflection first, his beautiful, sad and resigned eyes, and couldn’t bear to see the pain in them. It was easier to look at me.

My hair was a dirty mess, my face unshaven, and the left side of my face from my cheek to my temple was dark purple. I had a cut above my eyebrow and dark red grazing beside my eye. My nose was swollen and cut along the bridge, with dark purple bruising from my nose down under my right eye. My left eyeball was bloodshot, the whole area was still swollen and the skin stretched tight.

I looked like fucking hell.

Kira just stood there, behind me, watching me. He didn’t need to say anything. It was written all over his face.

I exhaled a shaky breath, blinking back tears. I looked at him and nodded.

I was a mess.

Kira turned me around, and I was expecting him to tell me I was a disgrace and that I’d ruined everything. But he didn’t. He leaned me against the bathroom counter, and turned the tap on with hot water to fill the sink.

He took the shaving cream and spread it over my stubble, then with a love that almost broke my heart, he started to shave me.

Without a word, he turned my face, lifted my chin and with such care and a gentle hand, he ran the blade over my skin. He concentrated on his task at hand, studying me, and taking the most gentle care with the left side of my face. There was nothing but love in his eyes, in his touch.

I fought tears the entire time.

He tapped the razor on the side of the sink one last time and pulled the plug. “All done,” he said softly. “Have a shower. I’ll start packing.”

I nodded again, and by the time I could finally say “Thank you”, he was gone.                                 

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Matt Elliott
Matt Elliott

Breaking Point excerpt and buy links!

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Excerpt

(As seen on Totally Bound site HERE <– click on the link

It was a usual Friday night at the bar. Except it wasn’t.
My partners Mitch, Kurt and Tony were there with me. My boyfriend Kira was there too, along with my boss, Berkman, and most of the guys from my division. There were celebratory drinks, a tab on the bar and congratulations all round.
I should have been happy. And part of me was. But part of me wasn’t. The smile on my face and laughs with the boys didn’t quite sit right, but the more I had to drink, the easier it got.
“Here it is!” someone called out. “Turn it up!”

The attention in the bar was drawn to the TV as the barman turned up the volume.
“…in this breaking story, after almost eleven years, Detective Matthew Elliott has announced his resignation from the LAPD…”
There were cheers and applause from around the bar, a few claps on my shoulder. Kira squeezed my thigh under the table. I smiled and lifted my beer in a salute before taking another swig.
I hated press conferences. I had a healthy distaste for the media and the paparazzi and I hated having to put my life on display for the public. Yet there I stood in front of a dozen cameras and even more reporters about to give the biggest announcement of my career.
It was ironic that the biggest would be my last.
I was on screen announcing to the good people, and the not-so good people, of LA that I was no longer a detective. I was no longer a part of the Fab Four. I was no longer a cop.
The questions started and I heard myself reel off the well-rehearsed answers on the TV. I’d given dozens of press conferences over my time with the LAPD narcotics division, and I’d never dreamed I’d be standing there announcing to the world that I was walking away from all I’d ever known.
Yet there I was, doing exactly that.
The questions on screen continued.
“Can you tell us why? Why are you retiring, Detective Elliott?” one reporter asked.
“Does this have anything to do with being outed as a gay cop last year?”
“Where does this leave the Fab Four? Do you have a replacement?”
“Are you planning a career in politics?”
I laughed at that, on screen and at the table in the bar. Mitch, who was sitting across from me, laughed as well. “No plans for running for Governor? Come on,” Mitch joked. “You’d make a good politician.”
I finished the last mouthful of my beer and pointed my empty bottle at him. Instead of telling him to get fucked, I said, “My turn to buy. ’Nother beer?”
“Hell yes, if you’re payin’,” he slurred.
I turned to Kira and leaned in towards him and asked, “Drink, baby?” He shook his head at me. I must be drunk if I’d called him ‘baby’ in front of the boys. Fuck.
“Nah, I’m fine,” he said. “Someone has to make sure you lot get home okay.”
“’M sorry,” I said, trying to apologise. “S’been a big day.”
Kira smiled sadly. “I know it has.”
I nodded, and stood up off my stool. I swayed as I made my way to the bar. I was drunk. It had been an emotional day, after an emotionally charged few weeks since I’d announced that I was leaving.
It hadn’t been easy. It had been one of the hardest decisions I’d ever made, but it was the right decision. My partners at work, Mitch, Kurt and Tony, were surprisingly okay with it. My boss had warned me against it, but ultimately agreed it was the right thing, but Kira…Kira didn’t like the idea at all.
He didn’t understand why I was leaving the department. No matter what reason I gave him, he didn’t believe me. He knew I loved my job, it was a part of who I was, he’d said.
And it had been a bone of contention between us since.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t being supportive. He just didn’t understand. I told him it was a decision I’d toyed with over the last twelve months, since he was abducted and tortured, beaten, held hostage because of me. And that wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth.
The whole truth was something I couldn’t tell him.
Kira knew there was something else to it. Of course he did. We’d been living together for almost twelve months, he knew me. And I’d never lied to him before. I’d never had to. And he knew I wasn’t telling him something.
He’d get quiet whenever I talked about leaving, waiting for me to explain the truth, but I never did. The night I told him I’d handed in my resignation was our first real fight. He yelled, and I yelled back, and he threw a glass into the sink and I slammed some doors.
We hadn’t spoken for two days afterwards.
It had damn near killed me.
A hard thump on my arm and a large hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my memories. My boss, my ex-boss, Berkman stood beside me and threw some twenties on the bar. “Whatever this man wants,” he told the barman.
I ordered some shots of bourbon under the watchful eye of the man who’d been like a father to me. I looked at him and gave him the best confident smile I could fake.
“You sure about this?” he asked quietly.
I nodded. “Yeah…”
The older man’s jaw bulged and he exhaled through his nose. “But?”
I looked back to where Kira was sitting with Mitch and the others. “I’ve never lied to him,” I said, suddenly feeling every drink I’d had.
Berkman nodded. “It won’t be easy.”
“Mmm,” I agreed, swaying where I stood. I didn’t want to talk about it. Not here, anyway. Not that Berkman would have said anything. “Need another drink,” I mumbled, picking up a fresh shot of liquor. I threw back the bourbon and when I put the glass back down, the bar wasn’t as close as I thought. Berkman put his hands on me, I realised, to steady me. Fuck, I was drunk.
“I’ll carry these to the table,” Berkman said, indicating to the drinks on the bar. Then he faced me in the direction of where Kira and Mitch were sitting. “You go that way.”
The bar was loud and busy and as I crossed the floor, I bumped into familiar faces with pats on the back and rounds of good luck and best wishes. Berkman beat me back to the table with my drinks, and when I finally got there, everyone was smiling at me.
I slid my arm around Kira’s shoulder and he manoeuvred me onto my stool and handed me a drink. I held up the single shot, and Mitch, Kurt, Tony and Berkman all raised theirs. Kira held up his soda and they all bumped their glasses against mine.
“To Matt,” Berkman declared. “To the future and wherever it may take you. We wish you well.”
“Cheers!”

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You can buy BREAKING POINT from Totally Bound from October 25th, and from Amazon and ARe from November 22nd.

The link to pre-purchase is https://www.totallybound.com/breaking-point   and you can check out Totally Bound’s new site!!  

Breaking Point, expectations and the opposite of fluff

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Are you ready?

In less than two weeks, Breaking Point will be available for pre-release purchase from the TEB site. Which means you can buy it there, to read immediately, four weeks before it becomes available on other sites like Amazon. 

Yes,  I’ve had a few releases. The nerves and anxiety do get a little easier with each one, but I doubt the trepidation of putting myself out there will ever fade completely. To be honest, I don’t want it to.  

But this one is different.

I’ve NEVER been this nervous about a release. 

Will it be good enough? Will I do Point of No Return justice by continuing the story? Will people forgive me for the direction I take it?  

In my opinion,  Breaking Point is the angstiest (like my new word?) thing I’ve written to date.  It’s also the most violent and grittiest, and not like my usual fluff and sunshine. At all.

Breaking Point is based on the sport of Mixed Martial Arts (MMA, or cage fighting) so yes, it’s violent. 

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The violence of MMA

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Adding that Matt, the main character, has masochist tendencies and is in a dark place, it’s not a particularly easy read.

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Matt Elliott

I know that most readers expect a certain style from me, and that’s fine. It’s great, even.  A reader knows, more often than not when they read something of mine, it’ll be romance (sickly sweet sometimes lol) and there’s a comfort in that, for a reader, knowing there will be fluff and rainbows.  That’s why I’m a little nervous, or a lot nervous, that people might not like Breaking Point because it’s so removed from my usual thing. I guess I just want to warn people before  release day that if you want warm and fluffy, this isn’t it.

That being said, I also think it’s one of the best things I’ve written.

It’s also possible this nervousness is completely unwarranted and people think my idea of angst is crap. LOL  Granted, I don’t read a lot of angst, so I have little to gauge by, but it’s one of the toughest things I’ve written. 

Anyway, the book has gone through it’s final editing stages, so even if I wanted to change something, I couldn’t.  And I wouldn’t. I love this book, and am extremely proud of it.

I guess I’ll leave it to the general public to read, review and judge accordingly.   I’ll just leave some story inspiration pictures and hope for the best.  

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Point of No Return

Point of No Return has been re-released!!  

I’m so excited about this. It was the first book I ever submitted for publication  (not my first release; Taxes and TARDIS was an anthology release and beat it to the table).  To say I was devastated when it was taken down would be an understatement…

But Total E-Bound took it on, and it lives again!! 

Here is the new cover…

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I’ve added about 9K to the story – a few extra scenes, but mostly adding depth to conversations, editing and fixing a few things I’d wish I’d done the first time around. Essentially the story remains the same. 

You can buy it now from the TEB site  HERE    It will hit other sites like Amazon in about four weeks 🙂

The sequel, Breaking Point, is due out late October and I’m currently working on the third and final book, titled Starting Point.  Matt and Kira have been a huge part of my life. I adore them. I hope you do too. 

My character inspiration pics, just to remind you are:

Matt –

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Kira – the most gorgeous Marlon Tiexeira *sigh*

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The cabin at Wrightwood:

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You can actually rent this gorgeous cabin, in Wrightwood, where these boys go. Site is HERE

The plane hangar:

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And then there’s this…

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I hope you love these boys as much as I do. I love Kira – his strength, his heart and his ability to love.  I’d love to know what you guys think…