Tuesday, April 30, 2019

COVER REVEAL - T.A.G. You're Seen by AG Carothers


Book Title: T.A.G. You’re Seen
Author:  A.G. Carothers
Cover Artist: Amai Designs Samantha Santana
Release Date: May 21, 2019
Genre/s: MM Thriller Romance MM BDSM Romance
Trope/s: criminals and outlaws, first time, forbidden love, hurt/comfort, rescue, thrill of the

Heat Rating: 5 flames    

Tagline T.A.G. You better hope you’re not it!


Attention: This book contains explicit sexual content between consenting assassins and not so innocent professors. There are depictions of masochistic masturbation, male chastity, breath play, watersports, humiliation, and torture by eighties hair bands with ginger sprinkles on top.

Phew! Now, that that's out of the way, Hi. I'm Mr. No your friendly communications agent for The Assassins’ Guild AKA T.A.G.

I've been authorized by the head honcho himself, Mr. H, to release approved records from the agent files. 

Agent Code Name Mr. W was recovering from a near death debacle by way of an easy assignment in a small mountain town. Red flags sprang up immediately around the seemingly innocent English professor. Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery Jacob Peters presented, Mr. W made plans to do what he did best, watch, wait , and then capture and interrogate. 

But even the best laid plans can go awry and what Mr. W discovered derailed his plan to kill Jacob.

Find out what brought Mr. W to his knees in this first release from the archives of The Assassins’ Guild.

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A.G. Carothers is actually a dragon very cleverly disguised as a human. They are a non-binary author of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy, who enjoys writing original and entertaining stories. They are very excited to share the worlds they've created with you.
A.G. currently lives in Tennessee with their platonic life partner, who is not a dragon. They yearn to live back in Europe and will some day. In their spare time they are addicted to losing themselves in the lovely worlds created by other authors A.G. is committed to writing the stories they see in their head without restrictions. Love is blind and doesn't see gender, race, or sexuality.

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Monday, April 29, 2019

RELEASE BLITZ - Saint Unshamed (A Gay Mormon's Life) by Kerry Ashton


Book Title: SAINT UNSHAMED: A Gay Mormon’s Life 

Healing from the Shame of Religion, Rape, Conversion Therapy & Cancer

Author: Kerry Ashton 

Publisher: Lynn Wolf Enterprises

Cover Artist: Kerry Ashton 

Release Date: April 17, 2019

Genres: A Gay Memoir featuring M/M Romance & some hard core sex

Tropes: Forbidden love, Rape, Mormon Religion

Themes: Coming out, Forgiveness, Overcoming Religion, Rape, Police Surveillance & Arrest, Conversion Therapy including Electric Shock Treatments, and a 16-year battle with rare cancer

Heat Rating: 5 flames

There are many erotic passages—most are hard core, erotic and explicit passages, all M/M. Many deal with scenes of sexual humiliation, degradation, group scenes, S&M and/or the gay male leather scene.

Length: 120 000 words /348 pages incl. 14 pages of B&W photos from author’s private collection.



The first paragraph of Kerry Ashton's new memoir explains a lot: “I told this story once as fiction in the 1980s, but this time I tell the truth. I even tell the truth, in #MeToo fashion, about being violently raped by another man when I was 18, with a knife held to my throat—a secret I kept from everyone, including myself, for over 40 years. The rape, like other experiences I endured while a student at Brigham Young University, where I came out in the early 1970s, had a profound impact on my later life. But this story is not so much about my rape or my coming of age at BYU, as it is about the lifelong effects of shame itself, not only about how I internalized and inherited a wounding shame from my Mormon upbringing, but also how I eventually unshamed myself. It is about the journey of a lifetime, finding spiritual growth, self-discovery and healing along the way, while encountering many miraculous events that pushed me forward through darkness toward the light.”

Telling about his experiences during his four years at BYU—the rape, falling in love for the first time, police surveillance, harassment and arrest, while enduring three years of conversion therapy and electric shock treatments—provide the structure of Kerry’s memoir. But intermittently, the author shares memories from his childhood, growing up Mormon in Pocatello, Idaho, and later from his adulthood, as well as from his professional career as an actor and writer, both in L.A. and NYC, describing encounters with Barbra Streisand, Elizabeth Taylor, Bette Davis and Julie Harris, while detailing his experiences with Tennessee Williams and his brief affair with Stephen Sondheim. Lastly, he talks about the 12 years he spent in therapy, about his 16-year battle with cancer, how he eventually rid himself of the shame internalized from his Mormon youth, sharing glimpses into his sexual journey from his innocent youth through S&M and the gay leather scene in mid-life to the loving monogamous relationship he now enjoys.


My Rating - 5 Stars!

I have to admit I was weary of reading Saint Unshamed just because it is a memoir. But, wow. Just wow. I am elated to have discovered this amazing and heartfelt story by Kerry Ashton.

The author holds nothing back in retelling his life. His account his raw, real, and gritty, and will have the reader feeling all the emotions along with the author.

I found myself saddened and angry that anyone has to be brought up in a church where homosexuality is viewed as an extreme sin. If you want to understand the harm the Mormon church has done to it's homosexual children, read this. I am hurting for all those former Mormons who are now openly gay, as well as any lgbt child currently being raised as Mormon. 

Kerry's life story consists of vivid retelling of rape, learning about sex, and conversion therapy. The rape scene is graphic, rough and downright horrific to read, and even worse are the lifelong consequences of this assault. A victim of conversion therapy, those scenes are gut-wrenching and will have the reader devastated on Kerry's behalf.

An absolute must read for anyone looking to understand more about the Mormon church's feelings on homosexuality. A retelling of growth, healing, and acceptance, it's honest, painful, and haunting.

This book centers around the realistic opinion that organized religion is something where views and thoughts are forced upon people, instead of allowing one to make their own opinions. To know this story is true, not just to Kerry, but to many gay Mormon men, is devastating. Absolutely horrid and vile. My heart hurts for all of these men. 

Kerry's writing is fantastic and heartfelt, with a non-stop pace and a vivid recounting of his upbringing. My only complaint is that the author jumps around with the time line throughout. Other than that, the writing is perfect, as it's written with depth and precision.

Sometimes you just find a story that you feel for weeks afterwards. Saint Unshamed is one of those stories. Kerry Ashton's life story if full of homophobia, shame, and family issues, along with fear and despair. It is an excellent memoir that I'd recommend to anyone. 

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I told this story once as fiction in the 1980s, but this time I tell the truth. I even tell the truth, in #MeToo fashion, about being violently raped by another man when I was 18, with a knife held to my throat—a secret I kept from everyone, including myself, for over 40 years. The rape, like other experiences I endured while a student at Brigham Young University, where I came out in the early 1970s, had a profound impact on my later life. But this story is not so much about my rape or my coming of age at BYU, as it is about the lifelong effects of shame itself, not only about how I internalized and inherited a wounding shame from my Mormon upbringing, but also how I eventually unshamed myself. It is about a lifetime journey of spiritual growth, self-discovery and healing, including many miraculous events along the way that pushed me forward through the darkness toward the light.

Growing up in Pocatello, Idaho in the 50s, in the heart of Mormon Zion, was like growing up in Oz, where Mormons kept me on a religious path the way the Munchkins told Dorothy to follow the yellow brick road. Most American families felt pressure in those years to appear like the perfect U.S. family seen in TV shows likeFather Knows Best and Ozzie and Harriet. But in our insulated Mormon community in southeastern Idaho, the expectations of appearing like a perfect family increased dramatically.

With a population of 35,000, Pocatello was Idaho’s second largest city in the 1950s. It is now twice that size if you count the suburbs. Home to Idaho State University, Pocatello was and still is very LDS—as members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints call themselves.

In Pocatello, like all LDS communities, church membership divided into wards. My family and I were members of the Pocatello 15th Ward, one of several wards within Alameda Stake, and among the more than 40 LDS wards in Pocatello. As LDS Brothers and Sisters, we proselytized Gentiles—as we preferred to call non- Mormons—but we never socialized with them, since the Prophet had warned us “to avoid the mere appearance of evil.”

To survive in my LDS family and Mormon community, I had to pretend to be a perfect Saint the way my parents did.
Both of my parents were raised dirt poor during the Great Depression. Mom was barely 17 and Dad only 20 when they married during his military furlough, prior to Dad shipping out

with the Navy to serve in the South Pacific during World War II. After Dad returned from the war, my parents had four babies in six years. The firstborn, my oldest brother Dennis, was expected to be the responsible one. When he couldn’t live up to all that was expected of him, he became the family scapegoat. My sister Denise was assigned the role of Daddy’s little girl, his perfect Mormon princess, and the sweetest of all of us. Craig would later make Dad proud as a popular athlete in school and in his later and highly successful career in public education. Without knowing it, Dad had claimed the first of his three children as his own. So when I came along, being the youngest and Mother’s last chance, she claimed me entirely for herself. As my New York therapist noted decades later, “Whether you were a boy or a girl, she knew she would name you Kerry, since she expected you to carry and meet her emotional needs from then on.”

Both of my parents had dormant and repressed shame boiling within each of them. Sometimes, as my siblings and I made our way down the LDS yellow brick road, my parents’ shame came sailing at us like the fireballs thrown by the Wicked Witch.

I don’t know how old I was when Mom lay me out naked on a changing mat, as I waited for a new diaper. I only remember that when she wiped down my genitals, my “little pee-pee,” as Mom called it, sprang to attention. “Oh, dear!” Mother exclaimed, removing her hand from my penis as though she had just touched a hot poker. What Mommy had been doing to my pee-pee had felt pleasurable. I wanted the feeling to continue, but when I reached down with my right hand, to rub the spot that had felt so good, Mom smacked my hand away. “No, Kerry Lynn!” she said. “You mustn’t do that. That’s naughty!”

My little hand stung and I cried, but the real pain was in the shame I had just internalized. It was sinful to give myself pleasure! The next time I remember being shamed happened when I was

five. My father Allan Ashton, an insurance salesman, was 35 at the time. My mother Millie Jane Ashton was a 32-year-old homemaker. At 11, my oldest brother Dennis was already a bully. At ten, my sister Denise was the saintliest among us. At seven, my brother Craig already fit in the way he was expected to. And I was Mom’s “baby.”

Getting in our car after spending hours in church, I announced my true feelings from the backseat: “I hate church. It’s so boring!”

Enraged, Dad turned to face me in the backseat. Looking directly into my eyes, he gave me a dire warning: “Kerry, I don’t ever want to hear you speak that way again about our Church!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whimpered, already repentant for my out- spoken honesty, behaving like the best little Mormon boy in the entire world. Yet, it was not my father’s rage but the look of disapproval on my mother’s face that had me cowering.

My mother was the only source of love I knew or had ever known. I could no more live without her approval than the earth can live without the sun. Clearly, I was trained from an early age not merely to be her baby boy, but to behave like her exclusive property. Not that Mom or anyone in my family would have seen it that way; her complete commandeering of my psyche and all that I was, of my very soul, was not something that she was aware of consciously, any more than any member of my family was consciously aware of their assigned roles in our dysfunctional family system. But the fact that I was my mother’s personal slave is true nonetheless.

Mom had trained me well: A lifted eyebrow meant she was dis- pleased with me, that my only source of love and companionship might abandon me. At five, I had already learned the truth: To survive, I had to lie; I had to become inauthentic and false.

When I was six, I performed in a church play with my family on the stage of our LDS ward’s reception hall. It was my first appearance on stage and I was nervous. Some little girls giggled backstage as Mom stripped me out of my clothes for a quick costume change. Naked and mortified, I was Mother’s property to do with as she pleased. Once dressed, I stifled my tears and made my entrance holding my owner’s hand.

That same year, our family visited my Aunt Ruth and her family at their home in Ogden, Utah. Aunt Ruth had a little girl named Carrie who was just my age and, like me, loved to sing and dance. After Carrie got up on the kitchen table and sang, “On the Good Ship Lollipop,” we all applauded.

Wanting me to have my turn in the spotlight, Mom encouraged me to sing “If I Were King of the Forest” from The Wizard of Oz, since I did a good impression of Bert Lahr’s performance, complete with dialogue and dance steps, and I always got rousing applause. “Go on, Kerry Lynn!” she said, nudging me onto the kitchen table. “Sing the Cowardly Lion’s song!”

I got up on the table, but when I sang, “It’s hard believe me Missy, when you’re born to be a sissy,” Dad yelled, “Stop singing that song!”

“What?” I asked, surprised as everyone else.

“Get off that table, young man!” he hollered. “No son of mine is going to perform on a table like a ... like a ...”

“Like a what?” Mom interjected, getting up in Dad’s face.

Dad shouted back at her, “Millie Jane, pack up! We’re leaving!”

Before I knew it, we were in the car driving home. Sitting in the backseat, I knew Dad was ashamed of me, but I didn’t understand why. “Why didn’t you let me finish my song, Daddy?” I asked.

As I began to cry, Dad warned, “That’ll be enough, Kerry Lynn! I don’t want to hear any more about it!” Dad gave my mother a warning glance. “This is your fault, Millie Jane!”

“My fault?” Mom retorted. “Why? Because I stand up for him against you and all your bullying?” Clearly, I was the reason for their fight, but I still didn’t understand why.

As my parents fought over me, I cried even more.

“Stop crying, young man,” Dad shouted, “or I’ll give you something to really cry about!” But the more I tried to repress my tears, the more I sobbed.

“That’s it!” Dad shouted, pulling the car to the side of the road. “You’re getting a beating, Kerry Lynn!”

Wild with shame, Dad jumped out of the car. Deciding that his belt was not harsh enough, he went along the road and tore a two- by-four from a nearby fence. Bringing the board back with him, he dragged me out of the car.

“Allan Ashton!” Mom exclaimed. “You are not going to beat our child with that two-by-four! I will not allow it!” But Dad already had my pants down and was paddling me when Mom got between us. “Allan, that’s enough! What is wrong with you?”

Undeterred, Dad continued my beating as the drivers passing by looked on in horror.

That incident was so emotionally painful for me that I blocked out any memory of it. It was only after years spent in therapy decades later, and only after my sister Denise shared with me her memory of the entire event, that I finally faced the truth.

Regardless of what had made my father so angry that day, he made it clear to me then that I was a source of shame for him, one he either had to ignore or obliterate.


The Holy War, as I have come to think of it, began on a hot day in early September 1971, the day I left Pocatello to drive four hours south to Provo, Utah, to attend Brigham Young University. As in all wars, whether holy or unholy, it would not be without its casualties.

I spent the morning packing things in my ‘56 Chevrolet, parked in the spot on the lawn where our driveway would have been had my parents ever had the money to pave it. A yellow-and-bronze, two- door coupe with cream interior, a huge cream steering wheel, and black dashboard, the car had class, which is why I named it Oscar— after the Academy Awards I hoped to win one day.

About the Author

Raised in Pocatello, Idaho as a Mormon in the heart of Mormon Zion, Kerry attended BYU in the early 70s, where some of the most dramatic events recounted in his memoir took place.

Always interested in pursuing a career as both an actor and writer, Kerry wrote his first play, BUFFALO HEAD NICKELS at the age of 17, and published it at 18. Since then, he has published several works, among them most prominently THE WILDE SPIRIT, a one-man play with music, in which Ashton starred as Oscar Wilde, and also wrote the play’s book, music and lyrics. The play won Kerry critical acclaim for both his writing and performance, and three 1977 L.A. Civic Star Awards for Best Actor, Play and Direction. The play ran for three consecutive seasons in Provincetown, MA from 1990-1992, and was produced Off-Broadway in 1996, winning Kerry a National Award of Merit from ASCAP. The author now makes his home with his partner Victor Ramirez in South Florida. For more info, visit www.KerryAshton.com.

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Sunday, April 28, 2019

Aurora Borealis (A Cold Case Psychic Spin Off #8) by Pandora Pine


The big day has finally arrived for Cold Case Captain Kevin Fitzgibbon. He and his fiancĂ©, Jace Lincoln, are getting married in a lavish wedding high atop Boston. Making their special day even more remarkable is a rare appearance by the Northern Lights. The happy couple has said, “I do,” taken hundreds of pictures, and shared their first dance. All is well, until Kevin’s phone rings with news of a mass casualty shooting event a block from their wedding venue. With the suspect still at large, Kevin’s duty as a police officer takes precedence over his long-awaited wedding reception.

Newlywed, Jace Lincoln can’t help feeling like the appearance of the Aurora Borealis is a harbinger of bad things to come. He can’t believe his new husband is leaving him in the middle of their reception, but knows this is what he signed up for as the husband of police captain. Jace sends Kevin off with his blessing and a kiss, praying he won’t go from husband to widower in the same day.

Events take an even more unexpected turn when Kevin’s search for the armed suspect leads him to find something truly astonishing: a newborn baby girl left abandoned in a dumpster. In that moment of heartbreaking magic, Fitzgibbon knows he was meant to fight for this tiny soul.

As the fight to save the baby girl begins, the prediction made months before by Madam Aurora begins to take shape. Fitzgibbon can only hope that he and Jace are ready for the battle to come.

My Rating - 5 Stars!

As if I wasn't already addicted to Pandora Pine's Cold Case Physic series, now we get Aurora Borealis, an amazing spin off book.

A wedding and a baby, all in one book? Oh hell yes! We also are treated to the typical Pandora Pine humor, in this sweet romance. 

As you'd expect from any Cold Case story, the writing is phenomenal, with a fast pace, and spectacular characters. 

Aurora Borealis might just be my new favorite Pandora Pine book. It's a beautiful tale of the importance of family and love. And of course, it's charming in it's delivery.

Only The Devil Knows (Criminal Delights: Serial Killers) by Katze Snow & Tiegan Clyne


My name is Max, but people call me The London Whipper. I’ve been silent for many years. Now I’m ready to make my final move.

Only The Devil Knows follows the people trapped within my web of lies:

Nathaniel Harris, a psychologist who works with the criminally insane.

Genevieve Knight, the Chief Inspector determined to find me once and for all.

Wyatt Pearson, the beautiful boy who believes I’m a hero instead of a cold-blooded murderer.

Each of these people has one thing in common—they all want me. But what happens when my whip tangles around them and distorts everything they believe to be true?

I’ve kept my identity under wraps… until now. It’s time to show the public what I’ve been working on. After all, what’s a serial killer if he doesn’t have some artistic flair and his favourite boy at his side?

This book is part of CRIMINAL DELIGHTS. Each novel can be read as a standalone and contains a dark M/M romance.
Warning: These books are for adult readers who enjoy stories where lines between right and wrong get blurry. High heat, twisted and tantalizing, these are not for the fainthearted.

My Rating - 5 Stars!

Wow. Only the Devil Knows is a dark, grimm, and crazy story. As the description at the end states, it's deliciously dark.

The writing's phenomenal and fast paced, with non stop action and a whole lot of twists and turns. This tale is full of crazy/morbid fun. In a nutshell, if you enjoy dark and morbid, do not miss this one! It's riveting, and I absolutely had to read this one in one sitting.

Only the Devil Knows is the first book in the series that I've read, but I definitely want to go back and read the first ones. From the start, this book is gripping, and that never stops. 

Back to You (Against All Odds #1) by Kim Breyon


One of you, one of me…

As a private investigator, I have a perfect record when it comes to closing cases…as long as you don’t count the only one that ever really mattered to me.

Even after a decade, the memory of the foster boy I once shared a room with continues to haunt my dreams. For five years, Riley helped me laugh when there was so little in our lives to laugh about. His gentle touch and stormy gray eyes were the only thing that could calm the swirling and turbulent thoughts and emotions within me.

But in the blink of an eye, the safe harbor my best friend provided was ripped from my life without warning or reason. His unexplained disappearance set sail to a lonely and hopeless journey. Now, I am no more willing to let the memory of my best friend go than I am ready to give up the search for him, as hopeless as it may seem to those around me.

And then a client asks me to locate a stolen treasure box. Clues have me heading from the city of Atlanta to a small, picturesque town in South Carolina called Reedsport. There, I hope to find the missing box; what I never expected was to find something else that I’d been missing for far too long. Could I have finally found a beacon of hope that would lead Riley Tanager back to me?

My Rating - 5 Stars!

Back To You, by Kim Breyon, the first book in the Against All Odds series, is beautiful and full of emotion.

As Beckett reconnects with Riley after seven long years, he finds he can't live without him. Their tale is about discovering their missing years, learning who the other man is now, and falling even deeper in love. It's a story of wasted time, and deep feelings. It's about finding the one who makes your heart beat stronger.

The writing is great. The pace is fast and perfectly done. And the mystery of Riley's disappearance is wonderfully revealed bit by bit. I love the author's use of frequent flashbacks to let us know Beckett and Riley when they were younger. It's great to see their former relationship as well as their newly developing one. 

Back To You's definitely one of those stories you can just sink your teeth into and relax for a bit. It's riveting and compelling, with some great twists and turns. I highly recommend it to any fans of second chances. 

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Captive (The Greaves Brothers #3) by Crista Crown


Camden has a tough shell. His history of neglect has taught him no one can be trusted, so he holds his foster family at arm’s length, and everyone else even farther. When a little flirtation starts up with his new boss, Brian, he has no expectation of that shell cracking anytime soon.

Brian has already been down the commitment road, and he’d crashed and burned. He’s hesitant to start an office fling, but can a one night stand cause too much trouble?

But the temptation of the forbidden relationship is too much, and soon the men find themselves sharing more than the expected—not just their bodies, but their hearts. But for their relationship to move further, Camden will have to share his deepest darkest secret… about the relationship that prompted the government to take him from his parents and the pregnancy he lost.

Captive is the third in a contemporary mpreg trilogy of three men with broken pasts who became brothers, thanks to the only man who gave them a chance. It can be read as a standalone. Trigger warning for drug use. Warning! This book contains adult situations, with adults doing adult-only things, so 18+ readers only! Guaranteed HEA.

Trigger warning: contains past references to miscarriage.

My Rating - 4 Stars!

Crista Crown continues her Greaves Brothers series with book three, Captive. And it's a great ride.

Camden's a wanderer till he meets his new boss, Brian. As they start a fling, they aren't looking for anything serious. But, soon, their relationship becomes more than they expected.

Their romance is hot and intense. I enjoy their age gap, as they both bring different things to the table. Both men have tough pasts that have left them scarred. Only together can they overcome their fears and move forward.

My favorite line is "a touch of forbidden combined with a challenge? It was a trap tailor-made for me." 

Camden and Brian's tale is one of risks and insecurities. The miscarriage issue is well developed and touched upon in a great manner. The mental scars are long lasting and have definitely effected Camden's mental state.

I also love the wandering aspect of Cam's character. We all know that person who keeps looking for his/her place in the world, making this part of Cam relatable. It's emotional seeing him finally find his home.

Captive's a beautiful and riveting story of two men who aren't looking for a relationship. Crista Crown's whole Greaves Brothers series is a lot of fun and worth a read. 

PRE ORDER BLITZ - Nice Guys Don't Win (The Boys #2) by Micalea Smeltzer

Title: Nice Guys Don't Win Series: The Boys #2 Author: Micalea Smeltzer Genre: New Adult College Romance Release Date: May 19, 20...