THE GARDEN by Rosalind Abel

You can order THE GARDEN by Rosalind Abel now! This is the second book in the Lavender Shores series.

Beautiful Gilbert Bryant designs jewelry for the rich and famous, and he made his escape from his gossipy little hometown of Lavender Shores. However, with so many friends and family, he keeps getting pulled back. When he attends his best friend’s engagement party, Gilbert can’t help but sample one of the new men in town. It’s just some innocent—or not so innocent—fun. Nothing that will even cross his mind once he gets back to his everyday life.

Walden Thompson dreamed about living in Lavender Shores since he visited as a child. He finally gets his chance, and he embraces the opportunity to start over, to become someone new. He leaves both hurts and dangerous habits in the past, where they belong. When Gilbert crosses his path, Walden gives in to his baser instincts. He can indulge in the carnal pleasures this once and still be okay. Their few hours together haunt Gilbert, the two-hundred-mile buffer from home no longer shutting out the past or the sexy man he left behind. Walden is just beginning to recover from the smoldering encounter with Gilbert when they are thrust together once more. This time, neither of them can walk away, no matter how hard they try. But when their pasts crash into each other as surely as the magnetism that pulls them together, walking away may be the only option.

©2017 Wings of Ink Publications, LLC (P)2017 Wings of Ink Publications, LLC

THE PALISADE by Rosalind Abel


You can order The Palisade by Rosalind Abel now! This is the first novel in the Lavender Shores series.

Confident businessman Joel Rhodes sees the small California town of Lavender Shores as nothing more than a business opportunity and a final stepping stone to the position he’s been working toward his entire life. It was supposed to be just one night in town to close the deal, and sleeping with one of the local men, no matter how gorgeous, meant nothing more than a few hours of fun.

Andrew Kelly is perfectly content with the life he has in his hometown. So much so that the only thing missing is someone to share it with. Going to bed with a tourist was never meant to be the answer to his dreams, just a beautiful distraction. He could get back to looking for Mr. Right the next day.

Both Andrew’s and Joel’s worlds are turned upside down when a few hours of pleasure get extended to a couple of days. Even that shouldn’t have been a big deal. You can’t fall in love in that amount of time. That isn’t how it works. However, if destinies collide, a few short days may be all it takes to find your soul mate. Even so, when secrets and motivations get tangled, fate may do nothing more than leave two hearts in pieces.

©2017 Wings of Ink Publications, LLC (P)2017 Wings of Ink Publications, LLC



You can order The Sumage Solution: San Andreas Shifters #1 now!

Can a gentle werewolf heal the heart of a smart-mouthed mage?

New York Times best-seller Gail Carriger, writing as GL Carriger, presents an offbeat gay romance in which a sexy werewolf with a white knight complex meets a bad-boy mage with an attitude problem. Sparks (and other things) fly.

Max fails everything – magic, relationships, life. So he works for DURPS (the DMV for supernatural creatures) as a sumage, cleaning up other mages’ messes. The job sucks and he is in no mood to cope with redneck biker werewolves. Unfortunately, there is something oddly appealing about the huge, muscled Beta visiting his office for processing.

Bryan AKA Biff (yeah, he knows) is gay but he is not out. There is a good chance Max might be reason enough to leave the closet, if he can only get the man to go on a date. Everyone knows werewolves hate mages, but Bryan is determined to prove everyone wrong, even the mage in question.

©2017 Gail Carriger LLC (P)2017 Gail Carriger LLC



You can order Whiskey Business: States of Love, Book 1 now!

Ryder Waites will do anything to keep the tiny town of Gallows Grove, Kentucky, from vanishing off the map – even sell his family’s whiskey recipe to Bluegrass Bourbon in Lexington. Hopeful that the larger company can provide necessary improvements to the distillery, Ryder aims ultimately to get Gallows Grove on the Bourbon Trail…and bring in much-needed tourism revenue. But to keep producing Hanged Man Bourbon in Gallows Grove, he’ll have to convince the company liaison, unbearably stuffy and seriously hot Adam Keller, that he’s worth the investment.

Adam comes from an old-money family, but he’s determined to make his own way in the world. When he’s sent to Gallows Grove, he questions the life choices that led him to a rented room in a funeral home in a town full of macabre-themed businesses. And he doesn’t know what to make of Ryder, the descendant of bootleggers, who’s on a mission to save his strange town from extinction. When Adam and Ryder put aside their initial mistrust, the results are as smooth as good whiskey. But after Adam’s assignment ends, he’ll have to decide if small-town life and a future with Ryder are to his taste.

©2016 Avon Gale (P)2017 Dreamspinner Press



You can order the audiobook of The Imperfection of Swans now!

Kevin Bivanti’s dream is to open a wedding dress shop, a place with the stunning gowns to make every bride-to-be feel adored. At 38, he quits a successful advertising career to buy an old brownstone in a trendy Boston neighborhood and to make his dream a reality. When one of his cosigners drops out, fate intervenes, ushering in Casper James, who hopes to open his own bakery. With Casper willing to take the risk, their ambitions meld into a wedding dress and wedding cake boutique.

Extensive renovations to the brownstone, an affair with his ex-husband, family drama with his mothers, and the anxiety of significant life changes push Kevin to the brink of a nervous breakdown. In the midst of stress and uncertainty, Casper becomes more than a business partner, a mutual attraction that adds another layer of intensity and risk.

With their dreams on the verge of reality, Kevin and Casper must find the courage to face the stress of managing their attraction, the gamble of a new business venture, and the resurgence of Kevin’s personal demons.

©2015 Brandon Witt (P)2017 Dreamspinner Press

The year I fell in love with forensics

I took my forensics team to their first tournament of the year this weekend. Most were at a tournament for their first time. They are young but full of potential, and I genuinely enjoy working with them. Of course, there is a part of me that would be happy to have a full team of singularly talented students who need little coaching but walk away with team trophies every week. It’s the part of me that likes to win, which anyone who has ever played a board game with me will tell you I like to do.

That part of me shrinks a little bit every year, as I learn to appreciate forensics more and more. When you don’t have a team of ingenues, what you learn to fall in love with is the progress, the personal milestones that more often than not go unrewarded outside of a hushed conversation in a high school stairwell. “I think I did my best performance yet in that round!” “I made it through my speech without a single stumble!” “I didn’t get any 5s today!”

As my appreciation of the activity grows, I’m reminded of the year I fell in love with forensics. Before I can tell you that story, however, we have to go back to my introduction to high school speech. And in order to tell the story of how I joined the forensics team, I have to explain Flan.

Kathy Flannery was a legend in the forensics world when I unwittingly stepped into her line of sight. I loved her immediately but not for the right reasons. She was a cartoon of a woman, pastel sweater-clad, cat-loving, shoeless, messy long gray braid placed over one shoulder and cascading over an ample and poorly supported bosom. My teenage brain could barely take her all in at once. When she spoke, I was reminded of Luna of the Lunataks, a group of adversaries from Thundercats. Her voice was childlike but raspy at the same time. I had only stopped by the forensics meeting to meet a friend who was going to give me a ride home, but now I was caught in Flan’s web. Earlier that day, I had given a speech in front of the freshman class to be their class president, and with that fact loaded like a bullet in a forensics gun, Flan had me. (She would tell me I am using too many metaphors for one paragraph if she were editing this blog post.)

With Flan’s assistance, I wrote my first Public Address, and after my first round of competition, this forensics thing clicked in my brain. By week two, I was taking home trophies. The part of me that likes to win was jumping up and down. She and I repeated that success my sophomore year. I loved the accolades. I loved how valued I felt because I was a points-earning machine. But I didn’t yet love forensics, though I didn’t know it at the time.

My junior year, a lot changed. I moved into a harder category and success was not so easy. Because my motivation for competing was to do well, forensics lost its spark. (In hindsight, I wasn’t doing poorly. I often found myself in finals rounds, I just wasn’t winning those final rounds.) To go to state, you had to be one of the top 25 most successful entries on the team. North High was blessed enough at that time to have a very large team, and I was number 26. By every measure of my adolescent brain, I had failed miserably.

And this was when I learned to love forensics. When I could no longer confuse my love for winning with a love for the activity, I saw all the great things forensics had provided for me. I would never again need to worry about getting up in front of people to speak. I had become a better writer. And most importantly, I had found my people. My teammates, who I had assumed were being nice to me because I was adding value to the team, were nice to me even when I wasn’t winning. I looked around the room at a meeting, and I saw my friends.

I feel like being a teenager gets harder every year. The young people on my team know so much more about each other without interacting in real life, and I think that puts a strain on personal relationships that is unhealthy. I hope that they, too, can look around the room at a meeting and see their friends. I hope that they, too, can learn to love forensics not for the successes, but for the many ways it will benefit them later in life. I hope that, like me, one or two of these young people grow up to coach forensics. I love this activity. I’m so happy to be sharing it with my team.

I’m also thrilled to share my love of forensics with listeners of the Forensics Faces podcast, which started its weekly regular season episodes this week. If you want to learn more about forensics, I recommend you take a listen.



You can order the audiobook of Murmuration by TJ Klune now!

In the small mountain town of Amorea, it’s stretching toward autumn of 1954. The memories of a world at war are fading in the face of a prosperous future. Doors are left unlocked at night, and neighbors are always there to give each other a helping hand.

The people here know certain things as fact:

Amorea is the best little town there is.

The only good commie is a dead commie.

The Women’s Club of Amorea runs the town with an immaculately gloved fist.

And bookstore owner Mike Frazier loves that boy down at the diner, Sean Mellgard. Why they haven’t gotten their acts together is anybody’s guess. It may be the world’s longest courtship, but no one can deny the way they look at each other.

Slow and steady wins the race, or so they say.

But something’s wrong with Mike. He hears voices in his house late at night. There are shadows crawling along the walls and great clouds of birds overhead that only he can see.

Something’s happening in Amorea. And Mike will do whatever he can to keep the man he loves.

©2016 TJ Klune (P)2017 Dreamspinner Press

My New Year’s Evolution

Because I spend a lot of time with high school students (there is no way to make that sound less creepy. I tried several variations), I am often reminded how many years stand between me and my high school career. The turning of the calendar signifies so much more than a new year. I find myself reflecting more than looking ahead. What opportunities did I miss this year? Am I where I thought I’d be by this age? Will I ever know what I want to be when I grow up?

I consider it both an asset and a flaw that I tend to overthink…well, everything. When faced with a decision or an obstacle, I quickly weigh every outcome, how others will react, and how I’ll describe my actions to some future person who has the misfortune to ask what I’ve been up to lately. This is a good thing because I tend to move forward with an efficient sense of confidence when a decision has been made. The same overthinking, however, can also cripple me. If I’m not sure what I’m doing will lead to a positive outcome, I will wait patiently for someone to notice that I’m standing with a vacant expression on my face to say, “Sir, are you OK? Should I call someone for you?” I’ll snap out of it, but only because this kind stranger called me sir, and when did everyone start doing that?!

I lived in a state of indecision for years. I worked in an office because I made decent money and liked most of the people there. Was it the career I hoped to have? No. Did I know what career I wanted? No. So stick around a few more years? Why not.

In 2016, a series of what I now know were fortunate events forced me to snap out of my malaise. If I ever hoped to be fulfilled in what I did every day, I needed to make a change. So I quit.

This is the part at which I feel I should say things like, “I did it because I realized that I’m worth it,” and, “Happiness is something you work hard for every day.” Those things are probably (hopefully?) true. But they didn’t affect my decision to uproot my professional life and pursue my passions. More than anything else, I was spurred to action by the people around me.

For a couple years now, I’ve noticed the social media feeds of friends filling up with messages of self-empowerment, healthier living, and taking control of their lives. And, damnit, I was jealous. And I knew it was petty to be jealous, so I pushed those feelings away and went on with my life.

Until I didn’t.

With the support of my fiancé, I let the jealousy morph into motivation. I summoned the courage to put into words the unhappiness I felt. And when I finally said it out loud, I realized how long I’d been coasting.

Then, with even more support from my fiancé, and even more encouragement from friends, I identified what my passion was and I started to pursue it. I’m three audiobooks and two podcasts into living my dreams, and I don’t have any plans to slow down now. With the emotional cobwebs swept from my personality, I feel like I’m enjoying the full spectrum of the human experience again. I laugh more. I’m playful. I make a point to reach out to friends to just enjoy their company. I still overthink things, but I don’t lose sleep over them anymore. I know that everything I do is either advancing my personal and professional goals, or it’s not. And that simple truth should freeze me in my tracks because I can’t possibly know whether every decision is the right one. But I’m not standing still anymore.

At least not metaphorically. I still occasionally need some time to think, and everyone should just let me mutter quietly to myself. And if you care for me at all, you won’t call me sir.

EARTHLESS by Jason Letts


You can order the audiobook of Earthless by Jason Letts now!

In 2166, Earth was destroyed. It wasn’t an alien spacefleet firing from above. It was a bomb planted in the center of the planet before humanity even existed. In an instant, the human population dropped from 11 billion to 1,066.

I’m Loris Roderick, set to take command of the Magellan space station. I didn’t know I was to become the de facto leader of our species when its survival hung by a thread.

We should run, hide in some corner of the galaxy to eke out what existence we can. But I’d rather we get our revenge.

©2016 Jason Letts (P)2016 Jason Letts



You can order the audiobook of Wolfsong by TJ Klune now!

Ox was 12 when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left.

Ox was 16 when he met the boy on the road, the boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane.

Ox was 17 when he found out the boy’s secret, and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet.

Ox was 23 when murder came to town and tore a hole in his head and heart. The boy chased after the monster with revenge in his blood red eyes, leaving Ox behind to pick up the pieces.

It’s been three years since that fateful day and the boy is back. Except now he’s a man, and Ox can no longer ignore the song that howls between them.

©2016 TJ Klune (P)2016 Dreamspinner Press