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Unexpected Demands availble for preorder

The preorders for Unexpected Demands are now up :)
Release Date is Feb 25th.

Preorder: Amazon US
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Here's a brief excerpt (Minor spoiler for book 1)


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Chapter 1

I’m running through the woods, full out on four legs, over leaves so dry they crumble beneath me. The air’s heavy and hot, summer’s last breath.

I’m not running for my life. If he catches me, our fight will mean death for one of us, but the death will probably be his. He’s old now, his hair streaked with gray as a man, his wolf’s muzzle frosted white. A senior, a veteran who never quite made Alpha, and bitter with it. He taught me well; in my desperate fury, I could beat him.

But if I kill him, I’m not sure I’ll be sane afterward. I can feel the black abyss hovering, an emotionless darkness where I could go and let my wolf take over. My wolf wouldn’t hesitate. Hatred runs hot and acid in my throat, and only iron control keeps me from turning to finish this. I’m running for my soul, and there are heavy footfalls coming fast through the dry leaves behind me…

I smacked the side of my head. A stupid gesture, but there was no one else in the room to see it, and the impact jolted me back to the present.

Bad enough that the nightmares had invaded my sleep again, disrupting my scant hours of rest. I’d be damned if I’d let them sneak up on me when I was awake. Well, supposedly awake. I allowed myself a moment, put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. Breathe, for one minute, don’t think and just breathe. I’d taught myself meditation long ago, for control, when control was the difference between life and death. I used those skills now to gather energy. I was tired.

Make that fucking exhausted.

Of course, I was also angry, and grieving for my old Alpha, and worried, and frustrated. And admit it, Aaron David Tremaine, scared. My pack hovered on the brink of disaster. Demands, responsibilities, and threats made my stomach roll queasily. I needed to eat soon, no matter what collection of negative emotions I was juggling.

And then there’s the one that’s really making me jump out of my skin: horny. After thirteen years of locking my needs away where sexual desire couldn’t endanger me, one tumultuous night a week ago had brought my body roaring back to life, worse than ever. And it wasn’t even a night when Igot any sex.

I was still getting the hang of my Alpha bonds— the emotional links that bound my wolves to me, and me to them. I could hardly get worse at it than I’d been the first day. For those first interminable hours, as my pack bonded to me, the fears, doubts, excitements, and damned lusts of all my wolves had come roaring down the open bonds toward me, until I could hardly separate myself from them. Their emotions buffeted me. I’d felt their pains and orgasms as they fought and fucked out the disaster of our Alpha’s passing. I’d finally managed to shut things down, but the echoes still lingered.

Maybe being tired was good. Exhaustion took the edge off all the rest.

I rubbed my face briskly, sat up in my chair, and laid my hands flat on the desk. This was no time to be indulging myself. When you’re the Alpha of a werewolf pack, even a pack as small and non-traditional as mine, you have to be Alpha. No doubts, no worries, at least where the lower-ranked wolves can see you. I’d been faking that all week, ever since pack leadership had fallen into my hands.

Since I ripped pack dominance from Karl’s bleeding, dying body.

A rap on the door startled me, then the door flung open before I could respond. Vincent rushed in. His normal air of detached amusement was replaced with a frown. “Aaron, there’s trouble at Simon’s.”

Damn.” I leaped up immediately. “Local wolves?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know who or how many?”

“Nope.”

"Who’s on guard duty?”

“Andy.”

"Son-of-a-bitch.” That was only a figure of speech. There are no female werewolves. If there were, maybe we’d have a more relaxed attitude about sex and reproduction, and this whole mess wouldn’t be happening.

I didn’t mean the phrase as an insult to Andy either. He was just the wrong person to be on deck for any kind of trouble. Young, submissive, and easygoing, Andy had the softest personality of any of my wolves. And if anyone hurts him and I catch up to them, they’re going to be eating through a straw for a month, werewolf healing or not.

"Do you want me with you?” Vincent asked eagerly. The old wolf had been a surprise addition to my pack. I hadn’t expected any of the seniors to come my way. He’d appointed himself my secretary and was so useful I had no desire to depose him, even though secretly I thought he decided to be mine mainly out of boredom. Joining my pack gave him a ringside seat at the circus. Some people weren’t made for retirement.

Unfortunately, Vincent also wasn’t above stirring up a little extra excitement, just to see what happened. That was the last thing I needed. “No. Stay here. Call Joshua and tell him I’m about to come down on some wolf of his. Again.”

Vincent made a face. He’d have preferred the chance of a fight over having to call the no doubt pissed-off Alpha of a now-separate pack. Especially since Joshua was too dour for Vincent to have much fun riling him up. But as my secretary, he’d make the call, and— I gave him a hard glare until he dropped his eyes and bent his head— he would control his impulse to be snide. I left him subdued, pulling out his phone.

Simon rented a small house with a white-fenced yard. Bushes and lawn set the building back far enough from the neighbors for privacy, which was turning out to be a good thing. This wasn’t our first go-round with trouble.

When I pulled in the driveway, four men stood at the front steps. On the bottom stair, a stocky, brown-haired man with a reddened face glared upward. He looked in his late thirties, but I knew he was sixty-six. I also knew he was short-tempered, right-handed, of barely average intelligence, and as violently homophobic as they come.

The man on the walkway behind him might’ve been his clone, but for the lighter hair and eyes: Geoffrey. He’d been eighth ranked in our old pack, and was now Joshua’s Third, and not a stupid man. But he was cold and calculating, and had no love for any wolf of mine.

At the top of the steps stood my two men. Andy was dressed for the weather, his gloved hands clenched into fists, the hood of his jacket pushed back to give him a full range of vision. His breath streamed out in puffs of white, and I could practically taste his fear, but he held his ground. Behind him, Simon loomed still as stone. Not tall, but powerful, built like a fighter with muscles rippling under his copper skin, Simon was not a wolf to take on lightly, even with his feet and arms bare to the winter chill. A fact Dan apparently realized, since he was still at the bottom of those stairs.

They all swung their heads to look at me as I got out of the Hummer. Andy’s posture relaxed immediately, and his anxiety across our pack bond vanished. I appreciated his faith in me, even though his confidence might be a bit premature.

Simon held his ground, unmoving, his impassive face hiding the force of the anger and fear still burning across his bond. But then he had his lover, Paul, in that house behind him. No one would get through Simon’s protection to reach Paul. And he trusted no one, not even me, to take that responsibility from him.

My business was with the interlopers. “Geoffrey,” I said coolly. “Dan.”

"This is none of your business, Tremaine,” Dan snapped. I noted that Geoff was holding back and letting the lower-ranked wolf speak up. Interesting. "Of course it is. My wolves, my problem. Tell me what’s going on.”

"I’m here to Challenge that… that… thing that you’re letting walk around like he’s as good as the rest of us.” Dan pointed a finger at Simon. I guessed the slight tremble was due to rage, not fear. Stupid of him to underestimate Simon, but that was Dan.

"In the first place,” I told him, “you can’t. He’s not in your pack now. You want to take on one of my wolves, you have to face me first. And I don’t think you want to do that.” I glared at him and needed less than two seconds for him to drop his eyes. I might’ve been only a few ranks ahead of him in the old pack, but I was an Alpha now, and his body knew that even better than his brain. “In the second place, Simon would wipe the floor with you, if I let him.”

"Bullshit,” Dan blustered. “He’s nothing. Stinking faggot. He’s bowed his head to me a hundred times.”

"Because he chose to. Think, you fool. Simon beat Frank in a fair fight. Frank!” The big tawny wolf had been our Fifth and a vicious fighter. In the scrambling events of that night, when I killed Karl and everything changed, perhaps the biggest surprise had been Simon rising victorious from Frank’s body. I’d known he was holding back, hiding in the middle of the pack. I hadn’t realized how much.

The memory of that night flitted across Dan’s face too, and he paled a shade, but he wasn’t the kind to ever back down. “Bullshit,” he repeated. “I can take him.”

I turned a calm eye to Geoffrey, who was watching us both. “Is this Challenge sanctioned by your Alpha?”

Geoff shook his head. “I don’t believe Dan ran it by Joshua first. But he does have a complaint.”

More than the standard “gay werewolves are the spawn of Satan and should be destroyed?” “What complaint?”

"My house!” Dan sputtered. “Someone took orange spray paint and wrote things on my house!”

I turned an inadvertent snort into a cough. Not funny, not funny. “What things?”

Dan’s face regained its red hue. “Words. Insults. He did it!” He turned to glare at Simon again. “You know he did. Cowardly, sneaking, afraid to face me. He wrecked my house!” He made a lunge up the stairs.

I grabbed his arm and swung him around to face me. “Shut up and stand down,” I snarled with all the menace I could muster. Apparently enough, because he sagged like the air had leaked out of him. “I will look into this, and if your property was damaged, I’ll see that you get compensation from the guilty party. But it damned well wasn’t Simon. I’ve had men watching him for his protection all week.” I gestured at Andy, hovering on the stoop. “Simon didn’t do anything. Now go home and let your Alpha deal with this. Unless you’d rather Challenge me?”

He didn’t even try to meet my eyes. “No, Alpha.”

"Go.” I gave him a shove toward his parked car.

From where he stood watching, Geoff said, “Maybe the vandalism wasn’t Simon this time. But your pack’s out of control. You’re only asking for trouble, letting this bullshit go on. Follow the law, get rid of the human who knows about us, deal with your fag, and then we can live in peace again.”

“Over my dead body,” I said coldly.

"Perhaps.” Geoff looked me up and down, then shifted his gaze to Simon, and to Andy still trying to look tough and protective. When Geoff turned back to me, his lip curled in a sneer, although he couldn’t meet my eyes. “Perhaps someone will take you down and then deal with this… perversion… the right way.”

"But not you.” I stepped forward, pushing into his personal space, and he backed off a step, then two. “And not today. Get out of here…"

I hope you will enjoy watching Aaron take on the challenge of his embattled pack, and a young man who stirs up more than just his Alpha protection.

Single Dads author giveaway

Until the end of the month, you can enter a contest to win books featuring single dads from 11 great authors -

RJ Scott - Single - signed paperback

JP Sayle - Christmas Beyond Christmas paperback

V.L. Locey - Life According To Liam ebook

Jodi Payne - Stable Hill (mmm) ebook

Brittany Cournoyer - Teaching Tenderness ebook

Garrett Leigh - The Sex Coach ebook

Jay Northcote - The Little Things ebook

Leta Blake - Stay Lucky ebook

Kaje Harper - The Rebuilding Year ebook

Anyta Sunday - Taboo For You ebook

A.D. Ellis - Kade & Cameron ebook

There will be 6 winners and 5 runner-up prizes from RJ Scott, whose inspiration this promo was.

You can find the CONTEST ENTRY here: https://kingsumo.com/g/v0ggik/single-...

There is also a Book Funnel with links to single-dad books, some of them on sale - none of mine, but fun things like Family Camp from Eli Easton for just .99
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Author Interview and Giveaway

I was invited to do an author interview by author Andy Gallo. Come check out our discussion, and there's a drawing for 3 free copies of Unacceptable Risk;

Link: https://andygallo.com/2021/02/03/auth...

Unacceptable Risk re-released

Unacceptable Risk - Hidden Wolves Book 1 - is now available from most ebook vendors. You can find it via this Universal Link for $2.99.

I hope new readers will enjoy meeting gay werewolf Simon, his human mate Paul, and the ruthless and messed-up pack they must deal with. When Simon falls in love with Paul, a human man, even his Alpha's grudging tolerance won't protect him. He must keep Paul from discovering the truth about him and the secrets the pack jealously guards, or it’s not just their love that’ll end up dead.

For those who have read this story, this is a light re-edit, with the 1.15 short story Unsettled Interlude included.

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Here's an excerpt from Chapter 1:

Simon hurt, worse than he ever remembered hurting before. And that was saying something. Over the years he’d had torn muscles, lacerations, even broken bones, from fights, from punishments. He was barely tolerated in the pack, and plenty of wolves had made that plain to him, with fists or teeth. But he’d never felt pain like this.

They didn’t kill me, but it feels like they came close.

The pack Second and his followers had dumped Simon on the road, laughing about his odds of freezing or getting run over, and he’d understood that stopping before they did the final deed wasn’t meant to be a kindness.

He’d landed bleeding in wolf form on the icy pavement, unable to force himself to his feet, barely fighting off unconsciousness as his tormentors drove away. Even in fur, he’d felt the pavement’s chill seeping into the very marrow of his bones, felt the flesh of his paws numb and begin to freeze. The cold had slowed his blood loss, but heat and life seeped out of him onto the black ice.

Shift. Heal. Better. Less pain. Shift. That promise tempted him as he lay fighting for breath. But a shift took more energy than he had left and would’ve left him naked in his human skin on the snow. He drifted, dreaming of shifting and healing, too weak to try. By the time he raised the energy to even push to his feet, he was frozen tight to the surface.

He’d fought then to free himself, his efforts too feeble to work. He couldn’t catch his breath. A great weight seemed to press on his chest, binding his lungs and robbing him of air. He’d thought his legs were moving, but black spots filled his vision and he was no longer sure. Then as he paused to gasp for air, he heard the rumble of tires. Saw headlights approaching. He’d raised his head to look his fate in the eye. Werewolves were hard to kill, but in his condition, he’d never survive being hit by a truck. He wondered dully if death would at least stop the pain. The vehicle approached slowly, inexorably, tires crunching on the icy road.

And then it stopped.

Now he swayed in the back of the SUV, feeling the truck slide as the driver pushed the limits of safe traction. The heat was on full, blasting warmth over him. It was glorious and excruciating, as the throbbing burn of returning circulation clawed its way up his legs and down his ears. He shivered uncontrollably, feeling his cells suck in the heat. Werewolves were tough, and his body was doing its best not to die after all.

The scarf muzzle around his face was driving him crazy. He wanted to rip it off, except his legs didn’t seem to work right. He strained his jaws apart as hard as he could, and the soft fabric gave a little, but the added opening didn’t help him get his breath. His vision tunneled in around the sole task of pulling in the next gasp of air, and the next.

He barely noticed as the truck slowed, turned, and stopped. The driver got out, letting in an icy draft that shook Simon out of his daze. His sensitive hearing picked up a building door opening, then after a pause, an unfamiliar metallic rattle. The back door of the truck opened.

“Okay, sweetie,” the man’s light tenor said behind him. “I’m going to pull you out now. Don’t fight me, baby. Just stay, okay. Stay.” Hands gripped Simon’s hips, pulling him backward. For a moment pain flared, and he hung onto consciousness by a thread, clenching his whole body on the brink of darkness. Then he was flat on his side on a cool surface, moving, vibrating and swaying. He forced his eyes open, and recognized some sort of metal trolley, barely big enough to support him. The man pulling it cursed as the wheels bumped and caught in the snow. Then he was hauled through a doorway into wonderful warmth and dryness.

“Stay. Just stay.” The man pushed the cart down a hallway and into a larger room, switching on the lights. Simon looked around and choked, a half-sob half-laugh coming out like a strangled cough from his laboring throat. It’s a veterinary clinic!

Had to be. There were posters of the internal organs of a dog and cat on the wall, and a microscope on the counter beside other medical-looking equipment. Glass-fronted cabinets displayed pill bottles and supplies. A rack held fabric muzzles.

Out of all the gin joints in all the world, I’ve been plucked from my icy grave by a veterinarian.

He was so fucked.

A Midnight Clear released

If anyone didn't get the chance to get this second-chances friends-to-lovers novel on special in the big Winter Wonderland giveaway, I have now released A Midnight Clear wide.

Can a painful goodbye become a second chance?

Adric's pretty sure his hopeless crush on his roommate Royce has an end date. They'll finish their EMT training course before the holidays and take the exam. When they pass—fingers crossed— he has plans for job hunting, but even when he teases or nags, Royce refuses to discuss anything beyond that looming test date. That has to be a red flag.

Adric tries to be resigned to a bromance goodbye at Christmas. But when he and Royce end up in bed together, that changes everything. Doesn't it?

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Available on Smashwords in all formats: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...

AZ US: https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Clear...

And hopefully soon wider

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Excerpt
A Midnight Clear

“Blood pressure’s dropping!” My partner bent over the injured man in front of us, adjusting his oxygen mask. I struggled to get a good pressure wrap around the patient’s shoulder and arm, where the welling blood was bright and arterial red. The man sprawled limply on the pavement, eyes closed. Around us, I heard the moans and bustle of other casualties being treated, but I shut that out to focus on this man, keeping my hands steady despite the pounding of my pulse.

“Dingggg!” A bell rang. “Time!” Our head instructor rose from where she’d been squatting next to one of the groups.

My “patient” sat up with a grunt and winked at me.

“Get your equipment picked up and stowed, then gather round,” the instructor told us. “Five minutes.”

I took a deep breath and let the adrenaline seep from my body. Even in a training exercise, the first sight of “casualties” had thrown me into high focus. Which was good, because somehow I was much less of a klutz under pressure. I began unwrapping the man’s bandage, saving the stretchy outer wrap back on its cardboard roll, because the school let us take home clean used supplies.

Carole, my temporary partner, unvelcroed the blood pressure cuff from the man’s other arm and wiped the Ambubag mask. The “patient,” once he was free of our mummification, pulled together his torn and sliced-open clothing, made some adjustment in his shorts with a grin at us, and headed off across the parking lot to where a big coffee urn beckoned. Together, Carole and I picked up the litter of bandage wrappers and disposables, and pulled off our gloves.

The bell rang again, and all us students formed a semicircle in front of the instructor. I looked across the group to where my roommate, Royce, stood next to one of the older students, the woman he’d been lucky enough to score as a partner today. Or who was lucky enough to score Royce. My roommate was super smart and cool under pressure. I wiped an arm across my sweaty forehead, because cool didn’t describe me at the best of times.

The instructor went through a critique of our “car hit multiple people picnicking” scenario, beginning with the triage from the students in the advanced class, and then getting to everyone’s individual performances. Royce threw me a smirk when his and Mary’s attentions to the “pregnant” woman were deemed satisfactory. That was about the top end of Ms. Smithson’s rating scale. Smug bastard. But I couldn’t really resent him because he was damned good.

“Adric and Carole.” Ms. Smithson turned to us. I straightened my shoulders and met her eyes. “Satisfactory job on your first patient. You recognized some fairly subtle signs of head trauma. On your second, you addressed the obvious trauma appropriately, but the patient’s blood pressure kept dropping. Any thought as to why?”

Carole volunteered, “Shock?” then glanced at me.

Ms. Smithson’s expression made my gut feel hollow. “We missed something? Another bleed?”

“Give the man one point. Where?”

“Abdomen?” I suggested, because the odds were good.

One of the instructor’s eyebrows climbed.

Not abdomen. I could’ve kept guessing but that was pointless. “I don’t know.”

“The patient had a closed proximal femoral fracture.”

I managed not to look at Carole, who’d done the quick assessment of femurs, femoral arteries and groin, but the instructor had no such qualms. “Carole, you can’t get polite about sticking your hands in a man’s groin in an emergency. If you’d taken a good firm feel in there, you’d have felt a knob of displaced bone. As it is, you had unexplained shock, and missed a big stabilization issue.”

“Sorry.” Carole dropped her gaze.

“Sorry kills people.” The instructor moved on to the next group, eviscerating someone for failing to verify that his portable oxygen tank wasn’t empty.

I gave Carole a little nudge with my shoulder in sympathy. She meant well, and really wanted to help people. She just had trouble getting down and dirty and crude. That time the instructor gave her an “object in rectum” case to triage had been secretly hilarious, and I now had a new standard for how red the human face could get.

The instructor wrapped up with some general comments on multi-casualty triage and management, and then called for a round of applause for our patient-actors. I happily pounded my palms together and added a whistle. You couldn’t pay me to lie back covered in fake blood in a chilly parking lot and let inept students handle my body.

Although, we were far enough into the semester now to not be quite so inept. I shivered as a sharp wind blew across the pavement. My sweat-damp clothes clung coldly to my body. Minnesota in early December was not fun outdoor weather, even on a near-perfect day like today had been.

Ms. Smithson added, “EMT-2s, practical assessment on hemostasis tomorrow. Get deeply familiar with your wound-packing products and tourniquet guidelines. I’m not going to give you time to think about it on the spot. See you all in the morning.”

Royce caught up with me as we trudged back into the Woodfield Technical College building. “Hey, Adric, fun, huh?” Royce’s changeable eyes sparkled gold-green in the setting sun. I shouldn’t be noticing his eyes.

“You would say that.” I relented when a little of the sparkly dimmed. “Yeah, good practice. Even if we probably killed one of our patients.”

Royce shoulder-bumped me like I did to Carole. And meant just as platonically. Down boy. He murmured, “Because I wasn’t your partner, with my mad skills.”

I went to step on his foot for bragging, except I missed, tripped over his shoe, and would’ve crashed to the pavement if he hadn’t grabbed my arms to steady me.

“Jesus, Adric. How someone as klutzy as you turns competent on the job I’ll never know.”

“Shh.” I tried to ignore how much I liked his strong grip on my biceps. “It’s my secret identity. They never suspect Klutz-boy is actually Paramedic-man. Or will be when I get through about three more years.” Our five-month EMT course was almost over, but to become a full-fledged paramedic was going to be a longer haul.

Royce set me back and let go. “I like Klutz-boy. But yeah, I wouldn’t let him tie my shoelaces, let alone my sutures. Good disguise.”

That stung even though it’d been my idea, because my real self is a lot more Klutz-boy day to day. I turned for the building, striding out fast.

Royce had to jog after me because I’m four inches taller and my legs are a lot longer. He’s built like a swimmer, and I’m built like a giraffe. He caught up with me in time to pull the door open first. “Hey, I didn’t mean anything.”

I shrugged like it didn’t matter. I’d had a crush on Royce since the second week of rooming together, but I thought I’d managed to keep it hidden. He didn’t know he could shake me up with a word. “No problem, Shortie.”

“You want to grab take-out on the way home?”

“Nah. I have to work.” I had a student loan, but needed every dollar I could earn for rent and food. “You want me to bring home pizza?”

He groaned. “I never thought I’d say it, but I’m kinda sick of pizza. I’ll pick up some Thai and put yours in the fridge.”

“I shouldn’t.” My job was working the prep line at Poppa Tom’s Pizza, and at the end of the night, we got to take home the orders that came out bad or weren’t picked up. I was more than kind of sick of pizza, but it was free food.

“My treat.” Royce laid a hand on my arm, an oddly gentle touch. “Special for Klutz-boy.”

I was left staring after him as he jogged toward the supply room, where he was on inventory this week. He didn’t glance back before swinging around the door, calling a greeting to whoever had made it there before him…

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I hope readers will enjoy meeting Adric and Royce, and watching them work toward a forever-after.

Favorite Reads of 2020

Welcome to a new reading year. It's a good moment to look back on all the book goodness from 2020. I posted my top 10 on my blog, https://www.kajeharper.com/?p=3324

Although that meant leaving out other wonderful stories like Anna Butler's "The God's Eye", Amy Lane's latest Fish, Adira August's "Hunt&Cam4Ever" books, Kasia Bacon's "When I First Saw Red", EJ Russell's "An Everyday Hero", Angel Martinez's "By Imperial Decree", Lyn Gala's "Earth Husbands Are Odd", and many more.

What book (or books) did you find yourself loving or recommending in 2020? What new authors did you discover? (Mine included AH Lee, Aster Glenn Gray, and I read my first Bey Deckard, and Lissa Kasey.)

Bound by Memories released

The Christmas book 3 for my Necromancer series is now available. Bound by Memories is up on Amazon, Smashwords, and soon other ebook sellers.

Christmastime brings out memories, and ghosts.

Silas tracks down a poltergeist haunting a local tree farm. Darien hopes to convince Silas that despite experiences with demons and hells, Christmas can still be fun. Pip tries to catch his first rat. And Grim watches from a high vantage point and a position of moral superiority—he has holiday memories of his own, but cats know how to keep a secret.

- A 23,000 word holiday novella in the Necromancer series.

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08R24SHLD/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08R24SHLD/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...

Smashwords End of Year Sale

From Dec 18 to Jan 1 Smashwords is having a big End of Year site-wide sale. Books will be 25, 50, 75% off and Free. I have 3 free, and 2 at 50% off.

There are a lot of M/M books in this sale (do note some - including mine - are in all formats including .mobi, some are only epub.) I spotted stories on sale or free from R. Cooper, Clare London, Lisa Oliver, Liam Livings, Josh Lanyon, Kate Aaron, Brent Hartinger, Michael Jensen, Steve Berman, Matthew J Metzger, and more.

For direct links to sale books from RJ Scott, Lilian Francis, Rachel Ember, KP Maxwell, Ian O Lewis, and my own 50% off books: Sole Support and Second Act, you can go through BookFunnel here: Book Funnel

You can also find FREE copies of The Rebuilding Year, Tracefinder: Contact, and Changes Coming Down ; For all the LGBT books from all authors, including mine, check this link - Smashwords Sale

Or my Smashwords author page with all my own book links : Kaje on Smashwords

Free and .99 Holiday stories

Author Leta Blake has organized a book sale and giveaway Nov 30 - Dec 4 with a bunch of free or .99 holiday stories.

My freebie is Rejoice, Dammit - free through the 4th on Smashwords in all formats. (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...)

Check the full event out - https://bit.ly/ChristMMas2020

Blogging on Joyfully Jay and Giving away books on A-OK and NR's Walker's group

Today I'm blogging about my writing change and the release of Powered by Ghosts on the blog Joyfully Jay - When I said this book was releasing, Jay didn't have a regular slot but she kindly slid me into the schedule. I so appreciate the blogs in our genre who do so much to keep readers and authors connected.

Joyfully Jay : https://joyfullyjay.com/2020/11/excer...

And tomorrow (Sat Nov 28) I will be on a Facebook Group - Arden O'Keefe's The A-OK Squad along with a bunch of other authors giving away some books.

A-OK - https://www.facebook.com/groups/theao...

Today and tomorrow (27th and 28th) there is also an ongoing giveaway party on NR Walker's Facebook Group - lots of authors will be dropping in at various times to say hello and offer book giveaways. I'll head over there on Saturday, since I am working hard today to finish a Holiday novella for beta readers. (Well, novella - it just passed 50K)

NR's group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/52467...