I was a little nervous about reading this book. I’ve seen The Sopranos, but I didn’t know if a mafia style m/m story was going to click with me. Apparently I didn’t have to worry. Dark Soul is an incredible book with two leads just crackling with sexual tension. Silvio and Stefano have a chemistry that is too often missing from romance novels, and Voinov delights by teasing the reader with it. Add to this the fact that the story is believable, well-researched and expertly written, and you have a must-read. The other books are on my buy list for sure – I have to see where this goes next!
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Delightfully sexy and sweet, Country Mouse was a deeply enjoyable read. I’m not usually the biggest fan of contemporary fiction, but this story struck a personal chord with me as someone who married a wonderfully charming Yank. Owen and Malcolm are believable characters and I was really rooting for them. The best part of love is watching someone bring out the best in another person and watching Owen slowly peel away Malcolm’s defenses was lovely. I read the last ninety percent in one sitting, unable to put it down!
Kyle led Robert from the hospital. Robert’s wrist was bandaged, but he had passed the psych evaluation and was being let go, much to Kyle and Tempest’s relief. They had spent the week training and worrying, imagining Robert’s fate in a psychiatric hospital, withering away without the world of magic.
“Finally,” Tempest said, sitting outside in his car. “What took you so long?”
“Paperwork,” Robert sighed. “Those damn fools think I’m going to kill myself again. It took all of my skills and a little magic to keep them from committing me. Let’s get the hell out of here.” He climbed into the back of the car and slammed the door.
To celebrate the end of Written In The Stars‘ KDP exclusive period and its wider release on September 12th, I’ve written a free short stand-alone story in the same universe, Last Chance.
Last Chance is a story about two space fighter pilots (Anton and Julian) stationed on the Alliance warship Northampton. Facing a suicide mission, they take advantage of what might be their last chance to resolve the feelings that have been growing between them.
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I didn’t just read Skybound, I felt it in every bone of my body. I was afraid for these men, trapped on the losing side of the Second World War – a perspective we rarely ever encounter. Yet they managed to spread warmth through my weary bones by daring to find happiness in each other at a time when even the next day was uncertain. My breath caught in my throat and I had tears in my eyes a few times at the sheer beauty of it all, a beauty tinged with the fear that they wouldn’t make it.
When I first read the blurb, I was excited to read Skybound – an m/m romance set in one of the most interesting and darkest times of human history. I was not disappointed in the slightest. Skybound is a joy to read. Voinov has chosen every word carefully, honed every sentence to perfection. It’s a treasure to be kept and re-read over and over. Skybound is hands down one of the best things I’ve read this year. You won’t regret paying for it or the time you spend reading.
When I first entered the world of self-publishing in June of 2012, I thought I knew a great deal about the subject. I’d been lurking around for years with a “should-I-or-shouldn’t-I?” attitude, browsing through the CreateSpace and Lulu forums, reading about author scams to avoid and wondering if I was ready to dip my toes in the water of the biggest challenge of my life. I wrote a novel in my favorite genre (m/m romance) and decided to get off the fence and take the plunge.
I wasn’t ready at all, but without taking the leap, I never would have been. I’ve learned a lot of things by making mistakes, so I’m going to share with you my five biggest errors, so you can be aware of the dangers before you take a dive into the shallow end of self-publishing.
WARNING: True Nature contains violent sex scenes and scenes of questionable consent that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers.
Senator Abel Valentine comes to the Orion Enterprises Pleasure Dock every year to have sex with the universe’s most dangerous alien, the X’afalel – the last of a race that Abel himself destroyed to end a war marked by rape and slavery. The X’afalel not only runs the risk of killing him, but has a one-in-three chance of transferring a deadly parasite that will slowly consume his organs. Pleasure Dock owner and employee D’hasa Sanxi is secretly in love with Abel and tries to stop him while attempting to fathom the reasons why a man so respected and loved would want to suffer through such a hellish and dangerous experience year after year.
Kyle sat on the back step of the convenience store. He opened a bottle of up-to-date milk, sniffed it, and poured it into a bowl. The alley cats jumped down from the fence and crawled out from behind the dumpsters, racing for the bowl. Soon there were a thousand tiny tongues lapping at the milk and Kyle couldn’t help but smile as he petted their heads.
“You’re all alone, just like me,” he sighed, standing up as it started to rain. He headed back inside as the cats scattered to avoid getting wet.
“Hey, I closed up,” the manager said, tossing the keys to Kyle. “Remember, keep the lights off and the noise down. If anybody finds out you’re living here, I’ll lose my job.”
Kyle sat back down and closed the Penumbra. No, he thought. Even if I could make potions, why would I do something like that? I’m not sure I even feel that way about Robert. Besides, he’s not in any immediate danger. He wants to train his apprentice before he leaves the world. I’ve got time to come up with a better plan to save his life. One that doesn’t interfere with his free will.
“Dinner’s ready!” Robert’s voice was as clear as a bell as he yelled up the stairs, and Kyle pushed his thoughts away, heading downstairs. He sat at the kitchen table and spooned the stew into his mouth until his bowl was empty.
Kyle left the house on the hill and cut through the graveyard, reaching the main road as a heavy rain shower moved in. Damn it, he thought, as rain droplets soaked his head and trickled down to his scalp. I should have brought my jacket.
A bright green Mini pulled over to the side of the road beside him. Tempest rolled down the window and popped his head out.
“Come on, little apprentice, get in,” Tempest sighed impatiently. “Don’t you know us witches melt in the rain?” He giggled at his own joke.