"The House on Sheridan Street" is out from Torquere Press!

Gale Solomon is a real estate developer, buying properties and renovating them for profit. The latest house has been giving him nothing but headaches, though. Protestors are picketing the old Sheridan house, demanding that it be 'saved'. On top of that, Nathan Oakley has shown up, claiming to be a long-lost grandson of the previous owner, demanding his inheritance back.

Gale knows that Nathan’s not Mrs. Oakley's grandson; no living relative was found by the estate, so Nathan must be running a scam. Too bad Gale likes Nathan. Maybe more than likes him. Will a mysterious letter help clear things up or make them worse? And what exactly is going on in the attic of the old Sheridan House?

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"Best Laid Plans" reviews

Reviews of "Best Laid Plans" have begun coming in, here's a few links!

http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-laid-plans.html

http://rainbow-reviews.com/?p=566

http://www.mrsgiggles.com/ebooks/kane_plans.html

Best Laid Plans, Out Now from Liquid Silver Books!

The inspiration for Best Laid Plans came from flicking through the plethora of `real life` documentary channels. I'll confess that one of my guilty pleasures is the suspense of watching people salvage something decent from the jaws of disaster, and when one documentary featured a mediaeval-themed wedding, complete with falconry displays, I remember thinking: "Imagine the mess if someone decided it'd be a good idea to release doves at a wedding while a falcon was loose…"

That wedding went off without a hitch, but the germ of the scene remained. And so, Eliott, my well-meaning but chronically luckless wedding co-ordinator was born. Of course, I love my happy endings--at least, once I've tormented my characters enough--so Eliott needed his own Prince Charming. Dylan, however, has secrets of his own…

Well, who said any of this was easy?!


Here's an excerpt!

At least Dylan finally seemed to be taking an interest in proceedings, though Eliott wished fervently that his client’s enthusiasm was for some other reason. Suit fabric. Gaudy ties. Extortionately expensive cufflinks. Anything but the pretty young man kneeling at his feet, face far too close to Dylan’s crotch for Eliott’s liking, and doing things with a tape measure that Eliott couldn’t watch for fear of whimpering.

It was ridiculous. He was sneaking around with a nearly married man; he had no right to feel jealous of some kid.

He was making Veronica feel this way. Regardless of what anyone said, Eliott failed to see how he couldn't be causing this same kind of pain. While she didn't need to sit here and watch someone else paw her man, the awareness that it was going on couldn't be any kinder.

Still, she wasn’t the one watching this, and for that small mercy she should be grateful. As for himself, Eliott figured he’d seen enough when he caught himself staring at the outline of Dylan’s cock through his shorts, monitoring it for the slightest twitch at Henry’s attentions.

Dylan eventually followed him to the dressing rooms, still dressed in the T-shirt and underwear, jeans slung over his arm, as if wandering half naked around a store was a common occurrence.

"You didn’t tell me he was part of the service."

Eliott didn’t reply, just browsed a little more viciously through the assorted garments on the rack, making the coat hangers scrape and whine against the pole. If Dylan wanted to call him on it–if he even noticed–the tailor rescued Eliott from the awkwardness, bustling in with another armful of clothes.

"These will be more in your client’s size." He added them to the rack. "Anything else, just give Henry or myself a call."

Eliott grit his teeth while, in his peripheral vision, Dylan smiled.

"Thank you, we’ll certainly do that."

If Dylan dared call Henry into the maelstrom of tension that used to be the tailor’s dressing room, Eliott thought he might scream. And he didn’t do screaming, he much preferred rational, polite conversation. Dylan just brought out the screaming tendencies in him.

"Then I'll leave you to it." The tailor smiled, leaving the dressing room, even as Eliott tried in vain to think of another reason to make him stay.

He watched the door forlornly, before turning back.

Dylan tugged off his shirt, the action leaving his hair mussed, and even before he looked up, dark eyes locked on his, Eliott's mouth had gone sandpaper dry.

"I get this odd feeling you don't want to be alone with me." A smile tugged at the corners of Dylan's lips. With his head lowered, dark bangs obscured his eyes, but Eliott could imagine the amused glint sparkling in them.

"Why would you think that?" He strode over to the clothes rack, picking out anything at random. "Why don't you try this first? It's a very popular style right now, and the color would suit you."

Arms wound around his waist, Dylan's bare chest warm against him as he pulled Eliott back. Lips nuzzled the back of his neck, the contact searing through Eliott like a lightning bolt. Dylan smiled.

"You're still prettier than Henry."

"That's not funny."

"Wasn't meant to be."

In his defence, Dylan wasn’t smiling anymore, but the predatory hungry look that had replaced it didn’t make Eliott feel any safer. Needy, hot, flustered, yes, but not safe. He decided Dylan was smug enough with himself right now, he didn't need to know how that reassurance had soothed Eliott's frayed nerves like a security blanket.

He wanted to be everything. Not just prettier, but more important than anyone or anything. Selfish and foolish, and while Dylan didn't know, it was tolerable.

Dylan’s kisses were like a drug, addictive from the first taste and with each one Eliott needed a little bit more to get the same effect.

He yanked the cubicle curtain closed as Dylan dragged him inside, as if it'd really help when the tailor or one of the apprentices came in. Eliott never knew them to do that, not when he was attending to a client, but this wasn't the usual sort of attending.

"Want you." Dylan dragged a lick along his lower lip, kissed him hard. "Don't want anyone else's hands on me."

Eliott nodded his head, wordless agreement that neither did he, hands sliding up Dylan's chest, tracing the lines of his collarbones, his shoulders, drinking him in through touch, knowing it would never be enough but content to tease himself. Lifetimes with Dylan wouldn't be enough, let alone ten minutes in a dressing room.

Mine, he thought against the kisses, I wish you were really mine.


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Best Laid Plans by Cat Kane



Sometimes, nothing goes according to plan...

Wedding co-ordinator Eliott doesn't think his nose-diving career can get much worse. After the wedding disaster of the decade, the last thing he needs is to get involved with his new client. Dylan's wedding is supposed to be Eliott's new start, his second chance, but not when it risks everything he's worked for, everything he thought was right.

Dylan never intended to fall for the wedding planner, and despite his `bride's` encouragement he can't bring himself to tell Eliott the truth behind their plans. If Eliott knew the real reason they'd approached him, everything would be ruined. But as time goes on and his feelings for Eliott deepen, how long can he keep pretending the wedding is nothing more than convenience?

Another Review!

Literary Nymphs have a great review of "The Sun Child" here!!

They gave it 5 Nymphs, and said:

"Returning home from a hunting trip, Yaotl is informed that it is time to start his duties as guardian to the Sun Child, the human incarnation of the Sun God. When Yaotl is presented to him, the Sun Child requests that Yaotl refer to him as Eztli, his real name. Neither man can resist the attraction between them, nor does Yaotl believe that Eztli is truly the Sun Child. Eztli knows the truth; he is an orphan stolen from his village as a child, and raised by the priests to be a sacrifice. Yaoti is faced with losing the man he loves or exposing the deception.

The Sun Child: The Eight of Cups is a sensuous and brilliantly compelling story of how myths and rituals are performed as a scheme to take advantage of peoples ignorance. Ezytli has blond hair and green eyes, which is uncommon among the tribe. Cat Kane provides a marvelous example of how righteous illusions are used to pacify the people rather than explore new ways to support finding a resolution. This is an outstanding and very enjoyable read."

Reviews

Collecting together a bunch of reviews into one post.

Sanctuary : Four of Swords (Torquere)
http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/Sanctuaryfourofswords.html
http://cocktailreviews.wordpress.com/2007/04/20/sanctuary-torquere-press/

The Spirit Of Giving (Phaze)
http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/Apr08/thespiritofgiving.CK.html
http://rainbow-reviews.com/?p=271
http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/205393.html

Under This Cowboy's Hat (Torquere)
http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/May08/underthiscowboyshat.ANTHO.html

Shifting Back (Torquere)
http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2008/05/shifting-back.html
http://cocktailreviews.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/shifting-back-torquere-press/

"The Sun Child" is out from Torquere Press!!

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Years ago, Yaotl left his Aztec village to lead the life a soldier, but he has never forgotten a boy he met when he was a child, or the shell he gave his new friend to keep safe. When Yaotl returns to his village, much has changed, and he's in charge of keeping someone else safe, Eztli, the Sun God's vessel

Eztli is nothing like Yaotl's people. Blond and green eyed, strangely seductive, he calls to Yaotl, who does not believe that Eztli is meant to be a sacrifice. When the tribe begins to resent Yaotl questioning their beliefs, he knows he's on to something, Can he save Eztli and love him at the same time?

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