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Release day!

So, of course, the internet would pick today to be a recalcitrant bastard. And I broke my mouse! I hate using the touchpad. Do you have any idea how long it took me to write this post? *grumbles*

Okay, anyway...



Wolf’s-own, Book Four: Incendiary , the final book in the Wolf’s-own series, is now available in paperback and ebook from Dreamspinner Press


Also, Cole was generous enough to invite me to answer some questions for his blog The Armchair Reader. I had a really fun and interesting time comin...

Cover art Wolf's-own: Incendiary

God, I'm going to miss emails from Anne Cain and will forever be her devoted fangirl.

Official release date is June 18th. Thanks to all of you who stuck with me from first draft through release. I will never be able to tell you how much it means to me, but I love you all. *massive hugs*

This is probably a little personal for here

But here in the US it’s supposed to be what today is for. And some heroes are more personal than others.



This banner hangs in my hometown as part of the Hometown Heroes remembrance campaign.



I was very small when my uncle was killed, but that fact, and the lumbering of time, have not dulled his presence in my life, or my respect and gratitude to him and too many like him. He and my family, who have kept him ‘with us’ throughout all these years, are why I know what honor is, and what gives me a constant goal towards achieving a personal honor of my own. His life and the story of his death taught me that, regardless of what one might think about the motives of one’s country, the nobility of spirit of those on the ground—some by choice, and some by circumstance—should never be dismissed as merely a number that sits beside the letters KIA.

This is probably a little personal for here

But here in the US it’s supposed to be what today is for. And some heroes are more personal than others.



This banner hangs in my hometown as part of the Hometown Heroes remembrance campaign.



I was very small when my uncle was killed, but that fact, and the lumbering of time, have not dulled his presence in my life, or my respect and gratitude to him and too many like him. He and my family, who have kept him ‘with us’ throughout all these years, are why I know what honor is, and what gives me a...

Found while goofing off

From George Takei's blog:




Way to go, Marvel.

Meet the Author

I’ll be over on the Dreamspinner Group at Goodreads today from 1:00 to 6:00 (eastern time) to chat, answer questions about Wolf’s-own, and whatever comes up. (Or, you know—stare at the walls and listen to the crickets.) The direct link is HERE . Stop by and wave, if you can.

Also, I’m still at the YA LGBT Books group at May Featured Author and Aisling - Guardian , talking about Aisling (and fantasy and world-building and Lois McMaster Bujold, among other things) until the end of the month.

Hope to see you!

(WHy does GR screw up my spacing when I put text links in? Anyone know? I hate how it looks all... messy.)

Meet the Author

I’ll be over on the Dreamspinner Group at Goodreads today from 1:00 to 6:00 (eastern time) to chat, answer questions about Wolf’s-own, and whatever comes up. (Or, you know—stare at the walls and listen to the crickets.) The direct link is HERE . Stop by and wave, if you can.

Also, I’m still at the YA LGBT Books group at May Featured Author and Aisling - Guardian , talking about Aisling (and fantasy and world-building and Lois McMaster Bujold, among other things) until the end of the month.

Hope to see you!

Erotic Romance Scavenger Hunt

The Erotic Romance Scavenger Hunt is a blog hop featuring nineteen authors, a ton of exclusive material and fantastic giveaways, and an amazing grand prize for one lucky scavenger hunter.

Just joined the hunt? Click here to start from the beginning.

RULES: Hidden within each post on the hunt will be a single letter that is red . Jot those letters down because they're part of the following mystery phrase you'll need to unscramble:

_ _ _ _ I _ _     _ _ _ _ _ _ _     _ _ R     _ _ _ _

At the bottom of each post will be a link to your next stop on the hunt. Once you've completed the hunt, read all the fantastic exclusive material and entered all the individual giveaways, unscramble the letters you collected to reveal the mystery phrase. When you've uncovered the phrase, fill out the entry form in order to qualify for the grand prize. Grand prize is open internationally. You must be 18 or older to enter.

The hunt will only be open for 72 hours so play fast! Entries sent without the correct phrase or without contact information will not be considered. All entries must be received by May 28 at noon Central Time.

On with the hunt!

It’s my very sincere pleasure to introduce Ms. Ava March!

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Ava March is an author of smoking hot M/M historical erotic romances. She loves writing in the Regency time period, where proper decorum is of the utmost importance, but where anything can happen behind closed doors.

She is published with Loose Id, Amber Quill Press, Samhain Publishing, and Carina Press.

Ava loves to hear from readers. Please visit her on the web at www.AvaMarch.com. She can also be found at her blog www.avamarch.blogspot.com, www.facebook.com/avamarchbooks/ or www.twitter.com/ava_march.

NOW FOR AVA'S EXCLUSIVE MATERIAL!

The second scene in chapter 7 of BROOK STREET: THIEF was originally started in Benjamin's POV. Then I got into writing the sex and realized the scene needed to be from Cavin's POV. Because I'm one of those who saves everything, I kept the old intro to the scene. And here it is, Benjamin's thoughts as he takes Cavin up to his bedchamber after a short stay in the study....

Benjamin stopped short in the corridor and opened the door at his right. Moonlight streamed through the windows, providing enough light for him make his way to the side of the bed. With each step, his cock, still wet from Cavin's mouth, rubbed against his drawers, keeping the lust roused in the study honed to a razor sharp edge. As he quickly pulled back the coverlet and sheet, he heard footsteps enter the room. The door snapped shut.

A familiar pair of hands palmed his hips.

"Not here," Benjamin murmured, though he belied his own words by pushing back. The hard arch of Cavin's erection pressed against the crease of his arse. Benjamin let out a little grunt. "My bedchamber's at the end of the corridor. This one is officially yours, but in the event my housekeeper checks the room in the morning, I want it to appear as if you actually spent the night here."

Lips nuzzled the small space behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Wise man."

Benjamin turned in Cavin's arms. "I try, though it's my first time displaying such wisdom."

With a tug on Benjamin's hips, Cavin brought their bodies together, his mouth covering Benjamin's. He gave himself a moment to indulge, but only a moment, then pushed on Cavin's chest.

"Let's get to my bedchamber so we can get rid of these clothes."

Cavin nipped at his lower lip. "I couldn't agree more."

A handful of minutes ago, he'd discovered how to gain Cavin's agreement to stay the night – a repeat of their prior activities on the study floor, except this time he'd had the presence of mind to stop before Cavin's seed had coated his tongue. Cavin had only hesitated long enough to take Benjamin's cock out of his mouth before he'd replied with a hasty, "Yes. Bed."

Determined to keep Cavin's mind focused on satisfying the erection tenting the placket of his trousers, Benjamin grabbed Cavin by the hand and quickly led him down the corridor. Mrs. Gilroy never entered his bedchamber until after he'd made an appearance at the breakfast table, and he rarely had guests stay the night – most of his friends resided on the same street, within an easy walking distance even for those who left foxed – so the housekeeper wouldn't assume there'd be a need to check the guest bedchamber.

He barely had time to notice the fire in the hearth in his bedchamber was already lit when Cavin shoved him back, using Benjamin's body to snap the door shut. Cavin's lips slanted across his, hungry and eager. As Benjamin shoved his tongue into Cavin's mouth, he blindly slapped the door near his hip. His fingertips found cool brass, and he turned the lock.

They made very quick work of divesting each other of their clothes. Hands tugged, buttons gave way, fabric was pushed down and off and over heads. They tumbled onto the bed, mouths crushed together, hands roaming over bare skin.

Cavin shifted, moving onto his back and taking Benjamin with him. Sprawled over Cavin, Benjamin pushed and looked down into Cavin's shadowed face.

That wouldn't do at all.

He leaned left, toward his bedside table. "Need to light a candle."

"But the fire's lit."

"Not enough," he said, grabbing the tinderbox. "I want to be able to see you in all your glory."

Cavin let out a sound that was halfway between a snort and a chuckle. "All of my glory?"

The candle flared to life.

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Mm, yummy, yeah? Many thanks to Ava for sharing and participating in the hunt. Keep following the breadcrumbs and collecting your clues, and maybe you'll win Ava's book along with many other fabulous reads.


Ready to move on? The next stop on the Erotic Romance Scavenger Hunt is... Marie Sexton!

Good luck!

Erotic Romance Scavenger Hunt

The Erotic Romance Scavenger Hunt is a blog hop featuring nineteen authors, a ton of exclusive material and fantastic giveaways, and an amazing grand prize for one lucky scavenger hunter.

Just joined the hunt? Click here to start from the beginning.

RULES: Hidden within each post on the hunt will be a single letter that is red. Jot those letters down because they're part of the following mystery phrase you'll need to unscramble:

_ _ _ _ I _ _     _ _ _ _ _ _ _     _ _ R     _ _ _ _

At the bottom of each post will be a link to your next stop on the hunt. Once you've completed the hunt, read all the fantastic exclusive material and entered all the individual giveaways, unscramble the letters you collected to reveal the mystery phrase. When you've uncovered the phrase, fill out the entry form in order to qualify for the grand prize. Grand prize is open internationally. You must be 18 or older to enter.

The hunt will only be open for 72 hours so play fast! Entries sent without the correct phrase or without contact information will not be considered. All entries must be received by May 28 at noon Central Time.

On with the hunt!


-----
Ava March is an author of smoking hot M/M historical erotic romances. She loves writing in the Regency time period, where proper decorum is of the utmost importance, but where anything can happen behind closed doors.

She is published with Loose Id, Amber Quill Press, Samhain Publishing, and Carina Press.

Ava loves to hear from readers. Please visit her on the web at www.AvaMarch.com. She can also be found at her blog www.avamarch.blogspot.com, www.facebook.com/avamarchbooks/ or www.twitter.com/ava_march.

NOW FOR AVA'S EXCLUSIVE MATERIAL!

The second scene in chapter 7 of BROOK STREET: THIEF was originally started in Benjamin's POV. Then I got into writing the sex and realized the scene needed to be from Cavin's POV. Because I'm one of those who saves everything, I kept the old intro to the scene. And here it is, Benjamin's thoughts as he takes Cavin up to his bedchamber after a short stay in the study....

Benjamin stopped short in the corridor and opened the door at his right. Moonlight streamed through the windows, providing enough light for him make his way to the side of the bed. With each step, his cock, still wet from Cavin's mouth, rubbed against his drawers, keeping the lust roused in the study honed to a razor sharp edge. As he quickly pulled back the coverlet and sheet, he heard footsteps enter the room. The door snapped shut.

A familiar pair of hands palmed his hips.

"Not here," Benjamin murmured, though he belied his own words by pushing back. The hard arch of Cavin's erection pressed against the crease of his arse. Benjamin let out a little grunt. "My bedchamber's at the end of the corridor. This one is officially yours, but in the event my housekeeper checks the room in the morning, I want it to appear as if you actually spent the night here."

Lips nuzzled the small space behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Wise man."

Benjamin turned in Cavin's arms. "I try, though it's my first time displaying such wisdom."

With a tug on Benjamin's hips, Cavin brought their bodies together, his mouth covering Benjamin's. He gave himself a moment to indulge, but only a moment, then pushed on Cavin's chest.

"Let's get to my bedchamber so we can get rid of these clothes."

Cavin nipped at his lower lip. "I couldn't agree more."

A handful of minutes ago, he'd discovered how to gain Cavin's agreement to stay the night – a repeat of their prior activities on the study floor, except this time he'd had the presence of mind to stop before Cavin's seed had coated his tongue. Cavin had only hesitated long enough to take Benjamin's cock out of his mouth before he'd replied with a hasty, "Yes. Bed."

Determined to keep Cavin's mind focused on satisfying the erection tenting the placket of his trousers, Benjamin grabbed Cavin by the hand and quickly led him down the corridor. Mrs. Gilroy never entered his bedchamber until after he'd made an appearance at the breakfast table, and he rarely had guests stay the night – most of his friends resided on the same street, within an easy walking distance even for those who left foxed – so the housekeeper wouldn't assume there'd be a need to check the guest bedchamber.

He barely had time to notice the fire in the hearth in his bedchamber was already lit when Cavin shoved him back, using Benjamin's body to snap the door shut. Cavin's lips slanted across his, hungry and eager. As Benjamin shoved his tongue into Cavin's mouth, he blindly slapped the door near his hip. His fingertips found cool brass, and he turned the lock.

They made very quick work of divesting each other of their clothes. Hands tugged, buttons gave way, fabric was pushed down and off and over heads. They tumbled onto the bed, mouths crushed together, hands roaming over bare skin.

Cavin shifted, moving onto his back and taking Benjamin with him. Sprawled over Cavin, Benjamin pushed and looked down into Cavin's shadowed face.

That wouldn't do at all.

He leaned left, toward his bedside table. "Need to light a candle."

"But the fire's lit."

"Not enough," he said, grabbing the tinderbox. "I want to be able to see you in all your glory."

Cavin let out a sound that was halfway between a snort and a chuckle. "All of my glory?"

The candle flared to life.

-------------

Mm, yummy, yeah? Many thanks to Ava for sharing and participating in the hunt. Keep following the breadcrumbs and collecting your clues, and maybe you'll win Ava's book along with many other fabulous reads.

Ready to move on? The next stop on the Erotic Romance Scavenger Hunt is... Marie Sexton!

Good luck!

Rainbow Awards Cover Art Prelims

Anne Cain’s cover art for Weregild is in round one for the preliminary stage of elisa_rolle ’s Rainbow Awards. This stage will determine if the cover art moves on to the actual judging stages later on.

Now, this is not for me, this is for Anne, who I know you all agree did a fab job on the entirety of the Wolf’s-own series. So if you get a moment and wouldn’t mind, pop by and give her a click on the poll.

I found the easiest way to do it was to open two windows--one for the cover art itself and one for the actual voting poll.

Some are okay, some are kinda ‘meh’ but some of them are really amazing. So even if you end up not voting for any of them, you’ll at least get some decent eye-candy. ;)