Conquest by SJ Frost

Conquest by SJ Frost


Vocally gifted singer, Jesse Alexander, has dreams of taking his band, Conquest, to the top. Evan Arden was thought of as a musical genius when at the height of his career he vanished from the spotlight. Together, their relationship is just as intense as their music careers. With success pushing down on them, Jesse must decide between his life of music, or his life with Evan.

fairytales and dreams..

Personal Demons by James Buchanan

Personal Demons by James Buchanan

Hunting a notorious hit man, FBI Agent Chase Nozick and LAPD Det. Enrique Rios Ocha delve into the inner worlds of Santeria, Voodoo and Palo Mayumbe. A missing informant, her murdered brother and a ghost from Chase’s past send them on a hunt through mystics and psychic surgeons to find their witness before it’s too late. Can he rely on leads from a child possessed by Orishas? Do cards hold stronger clues than blood? Chase must conquer his own personal demons to bring the killer of his partner to justice and find the strength to take a chance on Enrique.

Got hung up on religion but still good…

Man’s Best Friend by PA Brown

Man’s Best Friend by PA Brown 


New Mexico, the land of enchantment weaves a spell of love around Todd Richards and Dr. Keith Anderson as they struggle to make their love work amid terrible loss, betrayal and rustlers and make their dream of a bed & breakfast in Santa Fe a reality.





There are so many problems with this book I’m not sure where to begin. Perhaps with the truly hideous cover art that preschoolers put together with picture cut outs. For a press that prides themselves on their quality, I’ve yet to see these dominating displays unfortunately and the cover art is just one area. This book is actually a DNF. I got about halfway and realized this book was not worth my time as it was that bad. Also by that point, I simply couldn’t have cared any less about the characters so I wasn’t going to spend anymore time to finish their ridiculous story. What is most surprising is that this is by an established author – who I liked! What happened to her?

Anyway, the book is about a new to town vet, Kevin that meets with Dobie owner Todd. The two hit it off immediately and engage in rampant, raunchy sex before falling in love. Tragedy strikes Kevin and the two end up moving to New Mexico to start a bed and breakfast inn together. I stopped here so what happens in the last 100 pages at the Inn, I couldn’t say.

The plot is weak and the characterization is non-existent. The story is told from Todd’s point of view but neither man is well developed and the author surprisingly chooses to spend the majority of the first half depicting sex scenes in cringe inducing language. The story has some tense problems and the initial part jumps between present and past tense, some of which is exacerbated by the use of the first person narrator. The biggest problems that detract are the language choices. Many of the descriptions are awkward with unattractive prose and the first person point of view, in this case, is too intimate. Examples of prose that is not attractive or enticing and often forget the condom they have on:

I pulled away as he arched his entire body in release. I watched as his cock spewed out gobs of thick, hot cum. I smeared it all over his washboard stomach and abs. Leaning down I licked a path up to his turgid nipples, while he continued to pump out thick, gluey fluid. Five, six times his cock spasmed and poured juice all over himself and me. I released his softening cock and slid up his body, smearing it even more, coating us both in hot, salty cum. I captured his mouth in a kiss that left us both breathless. I rolled him over and pressed my hard cock against the soft skin of his ass.


The bed undulated wildly under us, and I clamped my legs around his waist, pumping with my ass as my own pleasure mounted. Then it broke out into a starburst of pleasure, and exquisite pain, as wave after wave of release slammed through me. My cock twitched and jerked as I came, pumping what felt like gallons of cum onto my chest, face, and hair.


I arched away from him, ripping open the condom pack and unrolling it over my bulging cock. Slathering my fingers with lube, I explored Keith’s damp hole, then lathered my cock with more lube. I eased the cock head in, past the ring of muscle, pausing long enough to let his body adjust to me. Then I sank into him and began to pump.


He used the copious amounts of precum off my cock to coat his hand, and slid it between my ass cheeks. He shoved two coated fingers up my hole.

I threw back my head and rode his hand, bucking and twisting, as he worked me harder and deeper. He had never been so relentlessly aggressive in his possession of me. When he replaced his hand with the head of his cock, I growled. He shoved it into me.


His tongue worked into me, digging and probing, sending wave after wave of raw lust singing along my nerve endings.


Ropey cum shot out of his straining cock all over my stomach and chest, and the sudden tightening of his ass sent me over the edge. I shouted his name and slammed into him, holding his straining legs high over his thrashing head as I poured my liquid seed into his hot, wet hole. We collapsed on the bed, our bodies glued together. I made no move to extricate myself from him.


There are also several continuity errors in the book. The time line of days seems fluid and without much structure, causing some confusion and I was left wondering if I’d missed part of the book, until the men meet up at a dog event on a beautiful Sunday. They go immediately to have sex and spend the night together, yet the next morning after about a page of detail about the eggs, bacon, toast, and brimming cups of coffee, there is a comment “Nine,” he said, glancing at the wall clock. It was eight-fifteen on a Friday morning.

So it was Sunday night last night and the next morning it’s Friday morning. All of this occurred within the first thirty pages and the sheer volume of examples that could have been included is staggering. For an author I have previously enjoyed quite a bit, I’m shocked at the lack of solid writing and tight editing. There are obvious errors (such as the continuity problem) that should have been caught on reading let alone the writing and editing process.

Moving on with the story, the two men admit the day after their first night together (mere days from their first meeting), that although neither is experienced, they’re both convinced the connection between them is love. Here, Kevin is a thirty something vet who is a virgin, never giving or receiving in gay sex, which leaves much to be wondered about his previous experiences. He then immediately tells his parents about Todd after they’ve declared their love, which prompts Kevin’s parents to call and grill Todd about his job prospects and ambition. This entire scene is unbelievable, beyond reality and cemented the lack of depth to the men and the story.

The lack of weight to the various details included is shown over and over in the minute and frankly unimportant bits of information that litter the story. Frequently the men are seen eating and there are extended descriptions of the food which just serve to give the story a boring and superficial layer of information. Repeated descriptions of food without action or conversation are superfluous when adding nothing to the story as is the case here.

These are some very brief excerpts from longer examples:

We dug in, and I found I had a developed a hearty appetite, which necessitated a full helping of omelet, tomatoes, and bacon, several butter-slathered pieces of sourdough toast, and two brimming mugs of coffee.

Keith proved to be an excellent cook. He grilled the salmon steaks on my barbecue, tossed the watercress with a light vinaigrette dressing he whipped up in my blender, and boiled the new potatoes. He served them with butter and chives.

Tonight it was stuffed manicotti shells with herbed spinach and cheese filling. I’d made up a fresh pitcher of ice tea—we made it a habit not to drink at every meal. Everything in moderation, you know. Well, except for sex. We hadn’t gotten around to moderating that yet. 

“So, did you have a busy day?” I asked, spooning some extra sauce onto my pasta, along with a generous sprinkling of Parmigiana Reggiano—until Keith, I’d never realized there were top-shelf cheeses right up there with premier wines.


At this point, ~page 60, the emotional upheaval of the book is in full swing with the death of Kevin’s parents right before their big visit. However, the parents still had time to rewrite their will and include the barely known boyfriend of their son.  

He cleared his throat. “Er, yes. At any rate, they had me draw up another will. I can go over the details later today in myoffice, but the crux of the document is simple. The entire estate is deeded to you, Keith, as their sole heir, with the exception of this property.” Bartlett’s washed out blue eyes scanned the cozy living room, with its infusion of southwest artifacts and decor. “This, and the ten acres surrounding it, are deeded to Mr. Todd Richards and you, sir. Your parents gave it to both of you equally.”

At this point, Kevin freaks out and kicks Todd out, back to San Francisco. However, not to worry Kevin comes back with a ring and a blowjob and all is wonderful again for the two as they plan to open up a bed and breakfast. This is about halfway through the book and I question do I really care what happens with the bed and breakfast and can I really stand more horrific writing? The answers are no and no.

Ultimately, the plot is utterly ridiculous and the writing is horrible. I have read other books by PA Brown, even a stunning BDSM themed mystery, and yet this book almost points to an entirely new author. I’m shocked this is under the same name as books I really enjoyed. The raunchy and cringe inducing sex descriptions filled the first 50 pages of the book, to the exclusion of any plot development or characterizations. In between the sex, mundane details and inane conversations filled the pages.

I could go on but you get the point. I can’t recommend this book and this is likely to color my opinion of the author (it was that bad). Why did no one catch this? 


Studs and Spurs by JL Langley, Dakota Flint, Kiernan Kelly, Angela Fiddler

 Studs and Spurs by JL Langley, Dakota Flint, Kiernan Kelly, Angela Fiddler


Saddles, spurs, Stetsons . . . and love? Sexy cowboys grab hold of more than a saddle in these entrancing stories from four talented authors of the genre. Kiernan Kelly takes us on an adventurous cattle drive to the Oregon Territory with a greenhorn and an old hand. Angela Fiddler’s retired rodeo men accept each other and the black riders. Two men overcome grief, rebuild a ranch and find love in Dakota Flint’s story. And JL Langley offers a light-hearted tale of a city boy and a rancher filled with love, laughter and a marriage of convenience?



Cowboy sex the only requirement…

Hard Fall by James Buchanan

 Hard Fall by James Buchanan


Deputy Joe Peterson is Mormon and in the closet. Then ex-con Kabe Varghese lands in town on parole. When a tourist falls off the mountain, Joe finds he needs the help of this cliff climbing adrenaline junky to solve the case. Will Kabe tear him apart or does Joe need to fall hard before he can start living?



There is a lot going on in this book, yet the amazingly succinct blurb summarizes pretty well. The only addition to note is that good portion of the story deals with the fallout on all levels once Joe and Kabe’s impromptu encounter is exposed. Honest and realistic actions, emotions and depiction of small town life within the LDS church combine to make this a great book on several levels. Add in a satisfying and well-written mystery subplot and this is a must read for not only climbing enthusiasts, but also romance lovers. 

Told from Joe’s point of view, his voice imbues genuine honesty in his portrayal as a country hick. He makes no apologies for his love of his religion, conflict with himself over being gay, the lack of sophistication in his life, and most of all the man he is. Joe is entirely comfortable with himself, if struggling with the knowledge that his desires are against his religion. Joe shows incredible maturity and insight in believing that he still maintains Gods’ love in the face of his sexuality, believing in the truth of God made him this way and therefore must be good. This is an essential aspect to Joe’s progression in the book from deeply in the closet to living openly with the consequences of his actions. 

Also equally important to understanding Joe’s desire and need to live where he is, even amongst the judgment and scorn of once friends. This small town in Utah is his home, his blood, and fits him down to the core. He may no longer be welcome in the Church he loves, but he practices his faith loyally within his life as much as possible and frankly won’t leave the area he feels so connected to. Kabe says it best towards the end of the book when he remarks on how Joe doesn’t need games to express who he is, he simply is. His voice charms from the onset, even with the kind of down home hick charm that has potential to be weary over the course of a longer novel like this one. With deft handling though, the narrative stays fresh and interesting dealing with a variety of emotional issues yet never denying the connection between the men. Joe’s strength in standing up for himself multiple times without resorting to petty antics and violence, while never turning away from Kabe, build the backbone of a wonderful romance. 

Moving on from my waxing poetic about Joe, Kabe is a wonderfully complex character as a mixture of mischievous, caring, surly, playful, and kinky. His past makes him wary, yet he’s unashamed to stand up for Joe or be there to comfort him. His rock solid support and alternating playful manner made him shine as a character just as his instant chemistry and rapport with Joe created a sizzle within the pages early on. Kabe’s honesty about himself, his situation and his needs was refreshing without the need to tack on a false ending. 

Similarly, secondary characters all had weight and importance, none just a name to pass along the story, but individual identities that added to the story. From the Sheriff Simple and Ranger Slokum to the Ward Bishop and Jessie, each character offered a unique perspective and purpose to the multi-layered and intricately crafted story. From a Mormon background myself, I was impressed with the incredibly genuine accounting of the highs and lows of the Mormon faith. There is certainly information given that delves into aspects the religion would rather not have highlighted but it only raises the level of authenticity in the telling. 

Although a fan of Buchanan’s work, this particular offering gave a much more balanced story juggling all the different aspects of the book. The well crafted murder mystery was neither short sighted nor extended past implausibility, but given a thorough presence moving the plot quickly along without diverting attention for too long from other elements. The entirely believable resolution and introduction to the beauty of rock climbing added a cherry to a great story. Eventually, the rock climbing terms ran together for me and I was fatiguing on it towards the end but there was just enough balance that it didn’t tip over into too much for me. Although, I was one more scene of rock climbing away from my eyes crossing over. So rock climbers will no doubt get off on the intricate detail afforded the sport. 

As I’ve rambled let me sum up – this is a fabulous story dealing with love, hate, religion, death, and acceptance. It’s wonderfully written with three dimensional characters and believable conflict. Personally, I think it’s one of the author’s better stories in a solid list of back titles. You can’t go wrong. 

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I Do Anthology




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I Do Anthology


21 authors contributing 20 stories of love and commitment

Do you support the right of any human being to marry the person they love? The right to say ‘I Do’ to a life of commitment and sharing with that one special person? We do.

We hope that marriage will soon be a dream that everyone can share.

That’s why the following authors of LGBT fiction have donated stories to this anthology, in aid of Lambda Legal Fund’s fight for marriage equality:

Tracey Pennington, Alex Beecroft, Charlie Cochrane, Clare London, Storm Grant, Lisabet Sarai, Sharon Maria Bidwell, Jeanne Barrack, Marquesate, Z.A Maxfield, P.A Brown, Allison Wonderland, Erastes, Zoe Nichols and Cassidy Ryan, Emma Collingwood, Mallory Path, Jerry L. Wheeler, Moondancer Drake, Fiona Glass, Lee Rowan.

Combining great stories and a worthwhile cause…