Jamieson Carr is my best friend, the one bright light in my mostly dark life. He’s sunshine, easy smiles, and a world-class bull rider. Me? I’m just a surly bull fighter with a sixth sense around animals. He thinks I’m the reason he’s so good, but that’s not true at all. Jamieson is a shining star who doesn’t need me. I should be glad I’m the lucky one who gets to stand beside him…but I’ve always wanted more.
Jamieson Griff Shepard saved my life. Of course, that’s best friend goals don’t you think? Without him, I wouldn’t be half the bull rider I am today. He’s my good luck charm, closest confidant, and partner-in-crime all rolled into one. Griff might be a little grumpy, but he’s always got my back and joins in when I sing. Who doesn’t love a good sea shanty? I thought I knew everything about Griff. Until a road trip… and one kiss.
Bull Riders Don’t Swoonis an emotionally charged romance between two best friends who work together in rodeo. A grumpy bull fighter who pines for his best friend finally shares his secrets—all of them. A road trip that turns into romance, heartfelt confessions, and an obsession with blueberries. Bull Riders Don’t Swoon will definitely have you swooning when Jamieson realizes the power of love.
Cat gives this book 5 meows with a 2 purr heat index...
I love this series Kissing Ridge Cowboys book 2 and all the cowboys, but I think this may be my favorite. It is part of a series but stands alone fine, however, reading in order you know all the recurring character's.
Yeah it's not as light and funny as the others but it really fits. It does still have plenty of humor, I thought. And there are so many swoonworthy moments.
I think what I loved most is Griff. I loved the author embraced a character's differences and made him not like penetrative. I also liked they stuck with it and he didn't suddenly love it because it was Jamison. Rarely do you get true to themselves character's but here we did.
It is pretty fluffy as the romance is sweet and fell into place perfectly and so did the changes with Griff's dad. But I think that it made for an absolutely perfect story. I can't wait for Hunter and Gabe but I don't see how it can top this. R.M. Neil outdid themselves with Griff and Jamieson
If you like friends to lovers, rodeo cowboys, bullriders, bullfighting and a truly swoonworthy romance; I highly recommend this read.
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After being traded numerous times over the course of his pro hockey career, all Bellamy Jordan wants is a place where he belongs. Burlington, Vermont, home of the Vermont Trailblazers, his newest team, might just be that place. The bonus: he’s within spitting distance of the grandparents who raised him. The drawback: his long-time rival’s gorgeous brother—who he can’t get out of his mind—also lives nearby.
And he hates Bellamy on sight.
Jason Zervudachi is busy enough trying to diversify his family’s maple syrup farm while completing his master’s degree. Adding in an attractive complication like Bellamy? Hard pass. Even so, there’s something more behind Bellamy’s eyes that draws Jason in, but Bellamy is his brother’s rival. There’s a sibling rule against that, right? There must be.
Except Bellamy isn’t at all what Jason expects—and neither is the connection between them.
With the highest percentage of LGBTQIA+ residents in Vermont, Maplewood is a town where everyone belongs. And with festivals year-round, there’s always something fun happening! This multi-author, low-angst queer series features ten standalone romances—each set against the backdrop of a different festival. Come for the celebrations, stay for the happily-ever-afters!
Cat gives this book 4 meows with a 2 purr heat index (It's pretty straightforward romance I couldn't say much more without spoilers).
This is a really sweet, all the feels romance.
I adored both Jason and Bellamy.
The town is also cute. Lots of fun side characters as well.
If you like sports romance, brothers rival, small town romance, you will love this.
Excerpt
Inhaling a slow breath, Jason rounded the table to face Bellamy. He held two half gallon jugs of maple syrup in the crook of one arm that Jason hadn’t noticed from the back. “Hi.”
Bellamy jolted, clearly off in his own world, and met his gaze. Confusion crossed his face as he shoved his hood back and looked around. “Where’d the lady go?”
“Sheila? She’s gone home for the evening. You get me.”
“But I was going to ask her how to get more of these.” Bellamy held up a bracelet made of green, white, and red beads.
“How many more?”
“Uh…” Bellamy picked two similar ones off the rack and said, “Twenty? No wait. Like, forty? No, twenty. Definitely twenty.”
What did he need twenty bracelets for? Christmas-themed ones no less. In March.
Jason rotated the rack. “These won’t do?”
“No, it has to be these colors.”
“Okay, well…” Jason scratched his cheek. Why was he finding it adorable that Bellamy wanted twenty beaded bracelets? “I can ask Sheila to get in touch with the maker tomorrow. Can’t guarantee they’ll have enough beads in those colors for another twenty bracelets, though.”
Bellamy shrugged. “It’s cool. I’ll start with these.”
“And the maple syrup?” Jason asked, leading Bellamy to the cash desk. “Are those for your grandparents? Guessing you didn’t drive an hour out of your way for something you can find easily enough in Burlington.”
“My grandparents,” Bellamy repeated tonelessly, avoiding Jason’s gaze. “Sure. Yup. This is for them. They love to buy local.”
“Most people do around these parts. Vermont’s philosophy might as well be buy local, shop small.”
“Hm. So what’s the deal with these bracelets?”
“They’re made by a local artisan,” Jason told him as he rang up Bellamy’s products. “Everything in here is.”
“Yeah?” A smile pulled those pouty lips upward. “Cool. Do you have any keychains with the Trailblazers’ logo? Little ones, like those maple syrup-shaped ones over there?”
“The ones you said were unimaginative?” Jason snapped, despite telling himself he didn’t care.
The smile fell off Bellamy’s face. “What?”
“The other day when you were here with your friend.” Jason scanned the second maple syrup jug and plopped it onto the counter with a loud thunk. “You said it was unimaginative. I heard you.”
“I didn’t…” Bellamy’s brow furrowed. “I didn’t mean… I just wanted to…” He trailed off, and his entire body seemed to wilt. “Never mind. What do I owe you?”
Well, fuck. Now Jason felt bad, and he couldn’t say why. “We used to have keychains in the shape of the Trailblazers’ jersey,” he found himself saying. Bellamy’s gaze flew to his, eyes wide with surprise. “We haven’t had any since the beginning of the hockey season, but I can get in touch with the artist. If she’s okay with me passing on her contact info, I can send it your way if you want to commission something.”
“Just give me her social media handle and I’ll look her up,” Bellamy said, his phone already in his hand.
“She’s not on social media. Here.” Jason flipped over one of the shop’s business cards and slid it across the counter along with a pen. “Give me your number.”
Bellamy began to scribble it down, then peered up at Jason a little mistrustfully. “You’re not going to sell it, are you?”
“Who would want it?” Jason quipped, gratified when Bellamy laughed.
No, not gratified. He was—oh, fuck it all.
Jason inspected the top half of Bellamy he could see—his bottom half was blocked by the counter—while Bellamy wasn’t looking. For a hockey player, he wasn’t overly big, though Jason supposed that wasn’t saying much. These days, there were a lot of smaller players.
Not that Bellamy was small, not in the usual sense. He was just leanly muscled rather than bulky.
His black winter coat was open over a plain blue sweater, a well-worn scarf dangled around his neck, and his hair flopped over one eye as he wrote his number on the back of the business card.
What was that on his scarf? Were those…?
“Here.” Bellamy slid the business card back toward Jason. “I appreciate it.”
“I like your scarf.”
Instant scowl. “Don’t be a dick.”
Jason blinked at the vehemence. “I’m…not? I like it. The little embroidered dragons are cute.”
It took a moment for Bellamy’s frown to reverse itself. When it did, a slight furrow remained between his eyebrows. “Thank you,” he said tentatively, like he was waiting for the punchline. “My grandma made it for me.”
Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.
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Fiery Rescue: Fisher Cats Player Heating Up the Sheets with Handsome Stranger?
Fourth line center, Dominic Olson, was spotted with an unidentified man following a fire at the High Park Towers building in Liberty Village late last night.
The fire was contained to the fifth floor where—according to firefighters from Toronto Fire Station 346—it began in one of the condo’s kitchens. Thankfully, only minor injuries were reported.
After being treated by paramedics, Olson escorted the mystery man to a black SUV and helped him inside. Although they left together, their destination is also unknown.
Traded to Toronto from the Los Angeles Suns, Olson was a major player in the team’s 2013 Stanley Cup win.
However, it’s become obvious in recent years that the aging forward is no longer the superstar he once was.
But what exactly was Olson doing at High Park Towers in the wee hours of the morning with a strange man? “Just friends,” or something more?
Though Olson has been notoriously tight-lipped about his personal life, rarely choosing to attend events with a plus one, we all know the old adage: where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS:
The Blame Game contains scenes with an apartment fire, parental neglect/estrangement, mild internalized homophobia, accidental mixing of medication leading to a health scare, and two short scenes with sexual harassment from a side character.
This romance also includes found family, fake relationship, out for you, and he falls first/he falls harder tropes, along with a positive attitude toward escort work as a career (MCs are only with each other in the book).
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Cat gives this Audiobook 5 Meows overall...
This is book 5 in the Relationship Goals series. It's probably best in my opinion to read in order, however you possibly could follow on its own. You meet Dom in especially book 4 and find he has a secret, that's why I feel it's best to read in order. It's a good series and great characters so you have nothing to lose.
Dom and Sawyer have an arrangement and have for 4 years. It's a secret life on each of their parts tgat could cause both of them problems if it comes out.
A fire breaks out in the apartment building they meet in under the guise of Sawyer being Dom's fashion consultant. Jock Gossip a sports Gossip column gets wind and the issues and twists begin.
I love all these characters. They are intriguing and well developed. The overall romance is really good and the subplot like who's the mole in the organization ( another reason you need to read the other books) and Dom's injury and ending contract are interesting. Several twists.plus lots a good hockey plays if your Into that too. Even if your not a great big sports enthusiast the blend of the sport, romance and touch of mystery is perfect.
If you like sports romance, hockey, gay for pay, fake relationships, great friendships, family drama and allover good romance this is definitely for you.
Audio update...
I really enjoyed the narration a lot. Easy voice, great pacing and emotion. This is a great series to read but found I loved listening more.
Brigham Vaughn is on the adventure of a lifetime as a full-time author. She devours books at an alarming rate and hasn't let her short arms and long torso stop her from doing yoga. She makes a killer key lime pie, hates green peppers, and loves wine tasting tours. A collector of vintage Nancy Drew books and green glassware, she enjoys poking around in antique shops and refinishing thrift store furniture. An avid photographer, she dreams of traveling the world and she can't wait to discover everything else life has to offer her.
Her books range from short stories to novellas to novels. They explore gay, bisexual, lesbian, and polyamorous romance in contemporary settings.
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I'm headed back to Riverton and the foster brothers I left behind. But this homecoming isn't going to be sweet. I left without a word to them after getting outed and disowned.
The fences don't just need mending. They need rebuilding. My brothers and I had a code to always be there for one another, and I broke it.
Now, I have the chance to step up and help them with their floundering business. To prove myself and make good.
Then one night, while on a job, I see the town's golden boy shoved to his knees by none other than the jerk who got me outed in high school.
I run to his rescue, and everything changes...
Emory is a fragile, beautiful man trying to find himself--even as he struggles under the weight of guilt, grief, and expectation. And I'm the bad boy he's never let himself have.
I could be the key to his salvation or his ruin.
And suddenly, my brothers aren't the only ones I'm fighting for.
But can I really have it all--love and family--or will I just lose everyone all over again?
Outcast is Book 1 of Foster Bro Code, set in Riverton near the fictional town of Granville, which appears in Games We Play and Rules We Break series. It includes found family, bisexual journey, and bad boys with hearts of gold! TW: for attempted SA and harassment, as well as childhood trauma and death of loved ones off-page.
Cat gives this book 5 meows with a 3 purr heat index...
What a great beginning to a new series. I've been highly anticipating this and I wasn't let down.
I loved all the characters both main and Secondary.
The story is sweet, charming, intriguing. I figured I was gonna love Gray and I did but something about Emory just stole my heart.
Gray has come back to town to help his stepbrothers after their stepfather passed away nearly running business to the ground. He faces challenges from his bothers, the towns people and himself.
Emory is living a dreamlife as VP of the family bank but it's his family’s dream not his but he doesn't want to let anyone down.
There are a few twists and axel has some cute strays that add to the story.
If you like bi awakening, coming out, opposites attract, school crushes, found family, and small towns you will love this.
DJ Jamison writes romances about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie.
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Uncover the conspiracy, outrun the enemy, and trust no one—survival is the ultimate test.
Oberon Wycherley never thought his dull London life could take a deadly turn—until a frantic neighbour, American journalist Art Carew, claims to have uncovered an international conspiracy. A Greek industrialist is marked for assassination by a shadowy cabal called the Black Stone and that's only the beginning.
When Carew is found dead in his flat, Oberon finds himself the prime suspect—and the only one who can stop the plot. Fleeing to the rugged Scottish Highlands, Oberon must decipher Carew’s cryptic notebook while dodging assassins and evading the police. Along the way, he forms an unlikely partnership with the enigmatic Syd Whatten, a man whose charm is matched only by his secrets.
As the Black Stone’s sinister plan accelerates, Oberon and Syd race against time to unmask the conspirators. From explosive escapes to a high-stakes standoff on a storm-battered coastline, every step brings them closer to the truth—and deeper into danger.
Will they foil the plot in time? Or will Oberon become another casualty of a deadly game?
A gripping blend of espionage, danger, and unexpected alliances, The 39 Steps will leave you breathless to the last page.
Cat gives this book 3 meows with a 4 purr heat index...
This is a pretty good but spicy mystery suspense. It's really better if you can just drop all belief and treat as it is full on fiction because for me I kept trying wrap my head around a few things then finally said to heck with it and let go and enjoyed it much better.
Oberon finds himself tangled in a mystery when a neighbor asks for help. The man is murdered and Oberon goes on the run from cops and bad guys.
He meets a sexy guy on the train and a romance ensues as well. There are lots and lots of twists, action and heat.
Excerpt
“I’m gonna go sit in the corner and browse my phone like a normal human.” Oberon paid for his drinks and the wine he’d be taking home with him then took his glass and snagged a table in the corner next to the window. His job meant keeping an eye on the news so he could justify a bit of doom-scrolling as work. The media sites were full of the usual rubbish about the royals, D-list celebrities and the cost of living. Oberon browsed anything he could find that was remotely related to mining and mining companies. There was a particularly interesting piece about deep seabed mining for polymetallic nodules. Potato-sized lumps containing copper, cobalt, nickel and manganese…hmm, all crucial to battery manufacture. The mention of potato was enough to make his stomach rumble. He took his glass back to the bar, said goodbye to Marley, who handed him a bag containing his bottles of wine, then headed for home.
The rain had stopped, leaving a fine, clear evening. Everything smelled freshly washed. As Oberon walked back to his flat near Portland Place, the crowds surged around him, busy and chattering, snapping pictures of anything and everything. He envied their easy-going camaraderie and excitement even if he didn’t understand the attraction of countless selfies. The shop assistants, office workers in sharp suits, street cleaners and buskers all had things to do and places to be. He gave a few pound coins to a homeless guy hunched in a tatty sleeping bag in a closed-down shop doorway because he saw him yawn; he was a fellow-sufferer. At Oxford Circus, Oberon looked up at the sky and made a vow. I’ll give this place another week and if nothing exciting happens, I’ll stick a pin in a map and buy a one-way flight.
His short-term home was on the first floor of a newish block behind Langham Place. He was flat-sitting for a friend who’d taken a six-month engineering contract in Brazil and the rent he was charging Oberon was peanuts compared to the going rate in the area. The building was upmarket enough to merit a security desk in the entrance hall, along with mailboxes and a well-maintained noticeboard. The lobby smelled of lemons.
His friend had a cleaner who came in three times a week and though Oberon didn’t make enough mess to justify it, he didn’t want to take the woman’s income. Magdalena traded light duties for baking, leaving him Polish sweets and pastries that did nothing for his waistline. There was a lift, which Oberon rejected in favour of the stairs, thinking of those pastries.
He was fitting his key into the lock when another man made his way up the stairs. He moved quietly and his sudden appearance made Oberon start. He was slim, with a short reddish-brown beard, orange-streaked hair and washed-out grey eyes. He was half a head shorter than Oberon’s six feet one.
“You’re my upstairs neighbour, aren’t you?” Oberon recognised him as the occupant of a flat on the next floor. They’d exchanged hellos once or twice in passing but nothing more.
“I am, Mr. Wycherley. I’ve been hanging around waiting for you,” the man said. “Can I come in for a minute?” He seemed to be making an effort to steady his voice, and he reached for Oberon’s arm but didn’t touch him. “My name is Art Carew. I won’t take up much of your time.”
Oberon didn’t feel he could refuse. He got his door open and motioned Art in. No sooner was Art over the threshold than he made a dash for the kitchen, where he peered out of the window before coming back.
“Is the door locked?” he asked, not waiting for a response before fastening the security chain in place himself. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m taking advantage, but you look like the kind of man who might understand. I’m in trouble and I need a favour. It won’t cost you anything.”
Oberon debated throwing him out there and then but he was bored and the man was intriguing, if a bit odd. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll listen. Can I get you a drink?” He looks like he needs one.
“That would be kind and very welcome.”
There was a tray of decanters and glasses on a table next to the couch. Oberon poured his visitor a generous neat whisky. Art downed it in one. “Another?”
“Thank you but no. I should keep a clear head, but that one helped steady the nerves.”
“My landlord appreciates a single malt. Take a seat. I’ll just be a minute.” Oberon carried his wine through to the kitchen then took off his jacket before returning to the living room. “So, tell me what’s going on.”
“Yeah, I should, shouldn’t I?” Art said. “I’m a bit shaken up and not thinking straight. You see, I’m dead.”
Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.
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Modern witches from rival factions. A marriage of convenience. Spells and sparks fly in this slice-of-life fantasy romance.
Whittaker Crawford is the perfect winter sorcerer—practical and self-reliant—but his quiet life is turned upside down when his grandfather gives him an ultimatum. If he wants to inherit the ancestral home he’s spent years restoring, he has to get married. In need of cheering up, his friend convinces him to do something dangerous: crash a summer witch party.
Clover Bronwen is an average summer witch—free-spirited and optimistic. But lately she has longed for a change. A masked stranger at a Halloween party is just the sort of intrigue she’s looking for.
The centuries-old feud between the summer and winter factions may no longer be an all-out war, but their rivalry and disdain are still very much alive. As Whit and Clover adjust to one another, their bonds with family and friends fray. How much are they willing to sacrifice for an enemy they just met?
Cat gives this book 4 meows with a 1 purr heat index...
This is a refreshing, sweet slow burn romance.
All Whit has ever wanted was his Grandfather's house. He has lived there and worked a long time restoring it.
He's supposed to inherit it when book starts but grandad calls him in to tell him there's been a change he's leaving it to his cousin. Unless Whit marries before the solstice. So he only has a few months to get married and he isn't involved.
He and his best friend crashes the Summer witches Halloween party and he meets Clover who is unlike anyone he's ever met.
The next day he decides to find her and propose... oh there is a feud between the Winter and Summer factions.
I really loved Clover. She's sweet and believes in omens and feels this is her goddesses plan for her. She's in feet first.
Whit I yo yo about him. I'd like one minute then not so much the next then finally did.
The story line is really good and I love how it kind of deals with a race type theme.
There are so many good characters I can see a few more interesting books in the future I hope.
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Excerpt...
Out of the night, a hand gripped her wrist, snatching her off the path.
She gasped and filled her lungs to scream. Her eyes whirled around to her attacker.
“Shhh,” the sorcerer in the horned mask hushed, putting his finger to his lips.
“Hey! Where’d you go?” Rune said, not far away now, his light flashing as he searched.
Clover’s heart ran wildly as her body pressed against the solid warmth of the masked sorcerer. She lifted her chin to gaze up at him, trying to see more than just his outline in the moonlight.
Releasing her wrist, he laced their fingers. “Shadows surround us, hide us from sight / let us be one with the darkest night,” he whispered.
Magic swirled around them, flowing between them in an alluring but unfamiliar exchange. Clover shivered as his magic poured into her. It was sharp and refreshing like balsam fir and cedar wood and had the sweetness of candied apples and winter berries and the spice of cinnamon and clove, tickling her stomach like sparkling wine.
“As long as you don’t make too much noise,” he murmured to her in an intimate low voice, “he’ll walk right by us without seeing us.”
Clover strained her eyes to see the masked sorcerer. She was sure now. She’d never felt anything like his magic. Who is he? It was strong and serious with just a hint of mischief.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
D. Lieber has a wanderlust that would make a butterfly envious. When she isn’t planning her next physical adventure, she’s recklessly jumping from one fictional world to another. Her love of reading led her to earn a Bachelor’s in English from Wright State University.
Beyond her skeptic and slightly pessimistic mind, Lieber wants to believe. She has been many places—from Canada to England, France to Italy, Germany to Russia—believing that a better world comes from putting a face on “other.” She is a romantic idealist at heart, always fighting to keep her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds.
Lieber lives in Wisconsin with her husband (John) and cats (Yin and Nox).
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