Guestpost, Release Blitz

New Release Spotlight: Out of Focus by A.L. Lester

Out of Focus: the First Story from a Little Welsh Town

Enemies to lovers, a broken wrist, hurt-comfort and pining. A short contemporary gay romance set in a little Welsh theatre.

Hello everyone! Thank you Nell, once again, for letting me pitch up and ramble about my upcoming release 😊

This time I’m here to tell you about Out of Focus, which is a new contemporary novella that was released on 26thMarch. It’s a stand-alone story set in a little theatre in a small fictional town on the Welsh coast and is a new departure for me. Up until now, my stories have tended to be historical and/or paranormal. Even my series of contemporary short stories are myth retellings. 

Out of Focus is a complete side-swerve. It’s not got any paranormal overtones or any historical connections. I began it because I was completely overwhelmed by the idea of writing the final book in my Bradfield trilogy—which is paranormal and historical, set in 1920. It’s got a lot of loose ends to tie up and I’m in a bit of a spin about it. Instead, my publisher suggested I have a break and write something else. 

So I began thinking about where I could set something and eventually drew upon my own and Mr AL’s experiences of the theatre and conference technical industry. Mr AL was a lighting designer by profession for thirty years—although he’s retired now and we are both full-time carers for our complex-needs child. For a while there though, I worked with him, plugging things in and crawling underneath stages and hauling around cables. 

When you go the theatre or you go to a work ‘do’ with speeches and meetings and an evening disco, do you ever think about the people behind the scenes who set all that sort of stuff up? There’s thousands of them (and incidentally the industry in the UK was one of the ones that had a really hard time during Covid because so much shut down). There are specialists for light, sound, video, rigging things in the roof, stage management and all its sub-categories like costumes, shoes and props, carpenters, scene painters and the people who drop in scene panels by ropes and fly people in the ceiling in big theatres. It’s a huge community behind the scenes. They work long and unsocial hours to fit around shows and the industry is full of lovely and unusual people. 

It was a very enjoyable few years that came to an end because I started growing children—people seem to be very unhappy about heavily pregnant people climbing ladders and such, which actually came a huge surprise to me! It’s a background I know well with depth and breadth and that made it easy to write about—no having to stop to research historical detail or think about whether a particular spell or monster will fit in to the existing magic system! It was a huge relief to be able to concentrate on the romance aspect of the story rather than needing to weave it in among a massively complicated plot. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy doing that…but I think I was just too tired to even contemplate it back in January.

This is a lower-heat story than I usually write—and my stories aren’t high-heat to begin with—but in this one, poor Alex falls off a ladder on the first page and smashes his wrist and so he isn’t up for much. And Luke is too much of a gentleman to hit on him when he’s supposed to be looking after him. But the lack of paranormal sub-plot and my innate knowledge of the story setting gave me the freedom to just follow where the characters led rather than having to write them around monsters and paranormal obstacles and generally make them be scared out of their minds all the time. 

I enjoyed writing it so much that I’m planning to write some more. There are a few secondary characters that I am already contemplating happy endings for. I’m not going to make it a series, just a set of stories that will interlock with side characters from other stories that readers will recognise if they’ve read them; but their appearance won’t be crucial to the narrative and people will be able to pick up anywhere in the collection. As per my usual writing style, they will be spread all across the rainbow spectrum, not just gay romance. I hope you’ll stay with me for them!

(Also, I was at Ofelia Grand’s blog earlier in the week with some more about how I created and named the town and the theatre if Welsh place-names and drowned saints are of interest to you!)

For now though, here’s some more about Out of Focus and an excerpt for you at the end. 

Out of Focus

Alex has never quite believed he’s good enough. Not as a person and not as a lighting technician. He hates that however hard he tries he can’t get his boss, Luke, to like him. In the two years he’s been in the job it’s become a Thing with him and he’s got a huge crush on the man. He needs to move on for his own sanity and his career and he’s just about to accept a job at a bigger theatre when one of the volunteers he’s bedded and dumped pushes him off a ladder.

Luke likes Alex a lot and has done since the day he walked through the door of Theatre Fawr two years ago. He doesn’t date his staff though, or do casual—and Alex is the epitome of casual. So Luke keeps his distance despite Alex’s constant flirting. 

Will Alex’s injury give Alex and Luke the push they need to open up to each other? Or will Luke’s inadvertent discovery that Alex has a secret job offer push them further apart?

A 17,500 word short story in the new Theatr Fach universe.

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About A.L. Lester

Writer of queer, paranormal, historical, romantic suspense, mostly. Lives in the South West of England with Mr AL, two children, a terrifying cat, some poultry. Likes gardening but doesn’t really have time or energy. Not musical. Doesn’t much like telly. Non-binary. Chronically disabled. Has tedious fits.

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Excerpt from Out of Focus

Luke was furious. Bloody furious. His theatre. His crew. Alex.

He’d got back after a leisurely look round a potential new supplier of scissor-lifts and harnesses followed by a pub lunch with the business owner to find the theatre in uproar. Alex had tipped over on the zargees…which was bloody ironic given it was the approaching new height restrictions about using ladders to rig that had sent Luke on his errand.

He’d gone straight to the hospital and found Alex about to check himself out against the doctor’s advice. Bloody Alex, as well. 

Alex had been a thorn in his side since he’d started in post two years ago. It was a tiny theatre and the chief technician was responsible for anything with a plug on it as well as showing the film programme and doing the lighting and sound for shows. They’d done a panel interview and Luke, a couple of members of the board and Lacey the theatre manager had seen half a dozen people. Alex had come out head and shoulders above the rest. 

He’d walked in on his first proper day on the job and looked at Luke from underneath his ridiculously long eyelashes and smiled and said something perfectly professional that Luke hadn’t heard, because he was gone. Gone, gone, gone. His heart had given a big thump, he’d flushed from his chest to his hairline and he’d taken an actual physical step back because otherwise he’d have done something stupid.

Everyone on the circuit knew about Alex Tilsom by reputation. Not his professional reputation, although that was solid. His unprofessional reputation, as Luke privately thought of it. 

It was a small industry. 

Luke had seen whole companies explode because people fell into bed with each other and the detonation when they fell out of bed again meant they couldn’t work together. He’d been at Theatr Fach for a long time now and although there were no actual rules against it, his personal tenet was to keep his professional relationships professional. 

So he let Alex’s good natured flirting roll over him, he didn’t respond like he wanted to and he never, ever commented or ribbed him like the others did about his latest conquest. It was worse because strictly speaking he was Alex’s boss. He tried very hard not to be the older creep who letched on his staff.

Newsflash. In this case he did not always succeed. 

It made him feel uncomfortable and itchy inside his own skin. Alex was a funny guy. He worked hard, he was good at his job. He charmed passing crew and volunteers into bed and out again with no drama before or after. He’d be gone in two or three years…he was the sort of person who saw Theatr Fach as a stepping stone to something bigger and more challenging. 

All Luke had to do was hold on to that thought and not smile back.

He’d thoroughly fucked that up in the last twenty-four hours, hadn’t he? It was his job to go and see what was going on at the hospital. And he supposed he could argue it was his job to stay with Alex overnight if no-one else could, if the stupid arse wouldn’t stay in hospital like he should have. 

It wasn’t his job to mostly fail to sleep in the armchair in the corner of the man’s bedroom and creepily watch over him all night. Or was it? Was that on the right side of the line? Fuck it, who knew any more. 

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Guestpost, Release Blitz

New Release Spotlight; The Blood Witch by Holly Day

Hello everyone! Thank you so much, Nell, for allowing me to steal a spot on your blog again. I’m sorry, but I’m going to ruin your day 🙄

As you might have guessed, I’m here because I’ve written another story. This one is a gay paranormal tale about a werewolf king and his witch – who initially doesn’t want to be his at all. That alone is enough to apologise to Nell since it’s an I-don’t-want-to-have-a-boyfriend book, but I see that as a minor offence. What’s about to come is so much worse. So. Much. Worse.

The heat level in The Blood Witch isn’t particularly high, they’re too busy fighting for their lives than to get it on, but there is one scene… And – Nell, close your eyes, dear – it happens in the shower.

If you wondering what the heck I’m talking about, you should take a quick break from reading this post and hop on over to A.L. Lester’s blog where Nell wrote an awesome post about how shower scenes make her fear for the characters’ health.

The funny thing is, I’m on team No Sex in the Shower, tooShowers are slippery, and while the water might be warm, the shower stall walls are not! And in books, it’s always easy to lift someone and press them against the wall, right? Have you tried it in RL? I panic if hubby lifts me outside of the shower where it isn’t slippery. What if he falls? I’m no whisp, we’re talking some weight here, so what if his back gives out or something? 😳 Stupid man *shakes head*

So I’ve firmly planted myself on the No Sex in the Shower team, and with firmly, I mean I prefer to keep my feet on the ground. No lifting or carrying!

But… There is a shower scene in The Blood Witch – no lifting! But backs against the cold shower stall wall. Though no one is complaining about it 😁

The shower scene is toward the end of the story. Before they get there, Conri, the werewolf king, has to catch Nick, our witch. And once the catching is done, he has to convince him to stay – not an easy thing to do.


Nick Adore has been in hiding for six years. He does his best to pass himself off as human and only wants to be left alone. But one day, he walks in on a robbery. Instead of quietly walking away, he reveals himself as a blood witch, and now the werewolf king demands to see him.

Conri Biast is king. He has been the king of Norbridge for eleven years, but someone is trying to take him down. For months, he’s known there’s a blood witch in his territory who refuses to pay his respects, and that puts him on the top of his list of suspects. But when he goes to confront the witch, things don’t turn out the way he’d planned. The witch is his mate. 

 Nick doesn’t want to be anywhere near Conri. Being close to kings always ends with him getting hurt, but he finds himself sucked into the power struggle. Conri doesn’t know who he can trust, but he knows he needs Nick by his side. Together, they’re strong, but are they strong enough to keep the throne?

Gay Paranormal Romance / 43,009 words

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The pleading tone in the witch’s voice rubbed Conri the wrong way. He should want to be with him, not want to get away from him. Conri was his mate, he should know it, should feel it.

Only a witch wasn’t a shifter, and only shifters had mates. Vampires could bond, but they could pick who they bonded with. Shifters had one mate—one. And his was a blood witch who could kill him without lifting a finger.

“No, you’re coming with me.”

The pressure around his rib cage built slowly. A spark of blue traveled from one fingertip to another on the witch’s hand. “Let me go.”


The pressure increased, and Conri gasped. He couldn’t breathe, and he couldn’t move. Pain built in his chest.

“Let. Me. Go.”

Conri wheezed out a breath, and Jared, the young wolf who’d found the witch, took a step in his direction. Conri’s vision blurred as the pain increased. It was like last time, but last time had been quicker.

The witch moved fast, not as fast as a shifter or vampire, but fast all the same. Last time he’d fainted, but last time Conri had scared him by breaking into his apartment. This was far more controlled, the witch looked calm while Conri was dying.

He slipped away, left the dining room while Conri tried telling Jared to get him, but no sound left his mouth.

One second became two and the tightness around his chest slowly eased. “Get him.”

Jared hesitated.

“Don’t let him get away.”

Jared sprang into action, running after the witch. Conri got to his feet, drew in a ragged breath, and took a stumbling step to follow. His body was sluggish, but he was moving. A faint breeze greeted him as he made it out of the hotel and onto the sidewalk. The train station was full of people, and Conri cursed. They couldn’t be too obvious about searching for someone. Humans would call the cops, and Conri had had enough of cops to last for some time now.

Urien was still in custody—sleeping now—and Conri was sure the majority of those who had been hauled out of Twilight would be locked up for weeks.

Few lawyers worked with shifters. It had taken a great deal of money to get Lev to agree to be his lawyer, and as far as he knew, he was the only supernatural he represented.

“I lost his scent in the crowd.” Jared came to stand by his side.

Conri didn’t reply. He needed the witch, needed him for his own sake, but also because a blood witch in his kingdom would earn him power. He needed him to make sure he hadn’t turned any of the blood on the body they’d found by the river into his.

The cops hadn’t asked him about it, but if Urien had enthralled one of them, and he’d said there was a body with Conri’s DNA on it, it was only a matter of time.

They’d probably taken him in on the charges of running a business and planned on laying the murder on top of it, so he’d never see the light of day again. But then one of the officers had gotten carried away, and Conri would never again growl at the bills Lev sent him. He’d managed to get hold of the surveillance tape, had raged and threatened, only to grin at Conri when they walked out of the station. Conri didn’t believe Lev cared for him, but there was no denying the satisfaction he got from arguing with the police.

“What do we do?” Jared’s eyes swept over the people entering and exiting the waiting hall.

“We have to find him.”

Jared nodded. “Because?”

Conri tried not to growl. “I need his help.”

“Oh…” Jared’s shoulders slumped. “I thought we were to kill him. Getting him to help is much better.”

Conri frowned. “Why would we kill him?”

“Because he tried to kill you, my king.”

Conri rolled his eyes. He wanted to be king, he loved being king, but he didn’t want people to call him my king.

“He could’ve killed me in a second and didn’t, and that’s twice he hasn’t, so no, no harm will befall him.” Conri might lock him up, though.

About Holly Day:

According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If she’ll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldn’t last a day without coffee. 

Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time. 

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Read Around the Rainbow Web Ring

Read Around the Rainbow: My Ideal Writing Shack

Today is the first post for our brand new webring, Read Around the Rainbow, and the topic is My Ideal Writing Shack. I was the one who picked the topic from a list because I’m fascinated with the concept of a writing shack, of a space dedicated just for me and my writing.

To be fair, I already have such a space. I have a lovely office in my house with a big desk and space for my fountain pen collection. Aside from the desk, it’s currently pretty bare, though. I have room for book cases and a comfy chair, but we haven’t gotten to that yet; we moved into the house almost a year ago, from an apartment that was four times smaller than this house, so we’ve got a lot of space to fill, and furniture for my office hasn’t been a priority for many reasons.

I like my office, it’s open and bright and airy, but sometimes the openness can be troublesome. When the hubby wants to talk to me while I’m in the middle of writing for example. Or when we have guests; my office is located next to the guest room, and my writing doesn’t stand a chance if the guest in question is my darling grandbaby; then I abandon what I’m doing in favor of cuddling with her.

So sometimes I wish I could have something more private. A little cottage just for me, with a lock on the door, where no one could disturb me unless they were invited. Something like this.

The keywords for my ideal writing shack are water and solitude. I love lakes and oceans and rivers, I love trees and open skies, so that would be necessary. No neighbors is a must. At least one fireplace is also a requirement. And I want it to look rustic, but it needs to have all the modern amenities like a proper toilet (if there’s an outhouse = no deal), running water, electricity, and excellent wifi. Because even if I like to be alone and undisturbed in my physical space, I need to be able to connect to the internet and the morning office, because writing is so much easier in the company of other authors.

The shack also needs a kettle, a teapot, my favorite teacups, and a large variety of teas to choose from. I also need a few bottles of red wine, so I can have a glass as sit outside and look at the sunset while contemplating what’s going to happen next in my WIP. I need a stash of chocolate if the story isn’t going well, and a never-ending supply of fika, because I’m Swedish and we can’t live without fika.

I need a shelf full of notebooks, all my fountain pens, and bottles of ink in all colors of the rainbow. I need a wireless speaker so I can listen to music when I need inspiration, or just a dance party break from my writing.

I also need a room for my husband, because no matter how lovely this all sounds, I don’t like to be completely alone. Especially not in a remote cottage with no neighbors…who knows what can happen?? What if someone breaks in and steals all my tea? Or my fountain pens? 😱

So maybe I already have my ideal writing shack? I have a proper toilet next to my office, I have two fireplaces in my house, lots of tea and red wine, and space for my fountain pens. (I also have an alarm system if someone tries to break in and steal them). I have a modest creek behind the house and a pool for hot summer days, so the water is checked off. Our closest neighbor isn’t very close, I can connect to the morning office, I have a room for my husband, and so what if my darling grandbaby “disturbs” me when I’m writing? A cuddle break never hurt anyone, did it?

My ideal writing shack?

Check out the other posts on the topic from these lovely people or clickety-click the links in the sidebar widget:

Addison Albright :: A.L. Lester :: Ofelia Gränd :: Amy Spector :: Ellie Thomas :: Lillian Francis :: Fiona Glass :: K.L Noone

It Rained All Night, Read Around the Rainbow Web Ring, Strike a Pose, Writing Update

Writing Update

It’s been a while since I did one of these. A quick check in my archive tells me it was January 25 2021, so more than a year ago. I don’t really know why I stopped doing them, but lots of things have happened since then. I moved to my lovely house, I started the Time-Stealing Day Job. And we can’t forget about The Plague, of course. My social media presence has lessened in general, because I want to spend what little free time I have actually writing than on posting stuff on SM.

But I thought it’d be a good thing to bring back to the blog, and my plan is to post about it once a month. I have another monthly thing planned for the blog, but more on that later. First; what’s going on with my writing?

It Rained All Night

My publisher JMS Books have posted in-house submission calls for “this-or-that” short stories. And by this-or-that, I mean for example sugar or spice, where the author picks either sugar or spice and writes a story about it. I did. I picked sugar, and wrote Secrets on a Train, where the two MCs hit it off when Runar notices Valentin putting ALL THE SUGAR in his coffee. There are more this-or-that submission calls, like rain or shine, where I picked rain and wrote It Rained All Night.

Wanna see the blurb?

Can a chance meeting in the rain change someone’s life? 

Meeting someone who can make him stop going is an eye-opener for Henrik. The man, Mikko, is his complete opposite, a steady rock in the wild rainstorm that is Henrik’s life, but the connection between them is both unexpected and instantaneous. Their encounter only lasts a few minutes, but before they part, they exchange phone numbers.

They live far away from each other, but soon they text and call daily, until Mikko is Henrik’s dearest friend and most trusted person. But a late-night question on the phone has Henrik re-evaluating his feelings. It’s impossible to love someone you’ve only met in person once…right? 

Is the connection Henrik and Mikko forged long distance enough to sustain them when they meet again? And will their love be strong enough to give them the happily ever after they deserve? 

It’s 7673 words long and will be released in April, and you can look forward to more short stories about rain. I know for example that the lovely K.L. Noone has written a story for this submission call that I look forward to reading.

I had a hard time coming up with the title for the story, until one day when I listened to one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists, Thom Yorke (lead singer of Radiohead.) The song’s name is It Rained All Night, so I borrowed it for my story because it fits perfectly; it does rain all night. But that’s all the song and my story have in common, I promise.

And if you’ve never heard it, here’s a YouTube link where you can check it out.

Strike a Pose

The first Saturday of May is World Naked Gardening Day. That sounds like something my friend Holly Day would write a story for, because she writes stories inspired by all the weird and wonderful holidays out there. And she has written a story for it. And so have I. And a bunch of other people. Because last year when I stumbled on this fabulous holiday, I said to Holly that she should write a story for it, and Ally said we should all write stories for it, and I said okay, and suddenly we were doing a Naked Gardening collaboration. We enlisted K.L. Noone and Amy Spector, talked to JMS Books to check if they’d be on board to publish a bunch of naked gardening books on May 7, and they said yes.

So, come May 7, five stories celebrating World Naked Gardening Day will be published by JMS Books, and mine is called Strike a Pose. There’s very little actual gardening going on in my story, but there’s a lot of nakedness and people posing as famous ancient sculptures in the garden (where the statues in the picture above served as my inspiration). That counts, doesn’t it? 🙂

The story is 17545 words long and it’s surprisingly spicy for being a Nell Iris story. My stories are usually lower heat, but this one…is not 🔥🔥

Didrik would do anything for his best friend, Filip, including taking pictures of Filip’s dad, Johan, for a charity calendar. Naked pictures, of beautiful, irresistible, wonderful Johan, who was single-handedly responsible for Didrik’s gay awakening. He was also happily married and unavailable…until he wasn’t.

After losing his husband five years ago, Johan finally seems ready to move on, and as they start the charity project, everything changes. With every meeting, every conversation, every pose for the camera, the attraction between them swells and grows, until it burns hot and threatens to consume them.

Their interactions, their relationship is surprisingly easy, but it’s not without its challenges. The age difference for one thing. Telling Filip for another. Is their connection enough to last? Can they overcome the hurdles to get the happily ever after they deserve?

Read Around the Rainbow

The final update for this post is in regards to what I wrote above; that I have a new monthly feature planned for the blog. This idea was born in the morning office with Ally and Ofelia, just like the naked gardener one. (isn’t it amazing what happens when you throw a bunch of creative people into the same space?)

The idea is for us to blog about the same topic on the same day each month, like a webring. Or exactly like a webring, because Ally promptly set one up, recruited more people, made a handful of lovely graphics, and provided us with links and codes and spreadsheets. If you think that sounds scarily organized, you’re right 😁

Maybe you’ve noticed the new, fancy Read Around the Rainbow widget in my sidebar? You can use it to check out all the participating blogs, but we’ll also link to each other in the monthly post. Currently, we’re ten authors participating; A.L. Lester, Ofelia Gränd/Holly Day, Ellie Thomas, Addison Albright, K.L. Noone, Amy Spector, Fiona Glass, Lillian Francis, and J.R Hart, but all of us might not post every time.

The first date for this is March 25, and the topic for our first posts will be our ideal writing shack. It’ll be great fun. I love blogging, but sometimes it’s hard to come up with topics, so this’ll be a great help.

Also, check out what Fiona Glass wrote about this new webring thing. She explains it much better than I do.

Sale, Unconditionally

A New Anthology and a Sale

I have two pieces of news I should have shared with you several days ago, but because of the Time-Stealing Day Job, I’ve been too busy and too tired. But today, I’m working from home, so I’m in the morning office with Ofelia Gränd and on todays to-do list is “blog about Love Wins and Smashwords’ sale.” So let’s get started.

Love Wins Anthology

My first ever published story was Unconditionally, the one that turned five last week, and I wrote it for a JMS Books submission call: Love Wins. The call was in celebration of marriage equality in the US and several authors wrote lovely stories on the topic. And at the end of last year, JMS Books contacted me and told me they were planning on publishing an anthology of the best-selling Love Wins stories, and asked if I wanted to be a part of it. I said yes. Of course I did.

And when I found out it was going to be published on March 5, it felt extra special, since it was one day after my five-year authorversary. I wrote about it over at Ofelia Gränd’s blog, here’s the link if you missed it. The anthology features stories written by me and seven other authors about men who are in love and who are finally allowed to get married. Doesn’t that sound great?

In 2016, JMS Books released a series of stories celebrating the US Supreme Court’s decision to legalize same-sex marriage. This anthology features eight of the best-selling stories in the series.

With stories by Lisa Gray, Drew Hunt, Nell Iris, A.R. Moler, K.L. Noone, Terry O’Reilly, Tinnean, and J.D. Walker, these tales of M/M romance and erotic romance feature gay couplea who finally get the chance to formally declare their love for each other!

Contains the stories:

  • I Do, I Don’t by Lisa Gray
  • Married Cowboy by Drew Hunt
  • Unconditionally by Nell Iris
  • For the Last Time by A.R. Moler
  • A Demon for Forever by K.L. Noone
  • First and Goal by Terry O’Reilly
  • Ace-High Royal Flush by Tinnean
  • Paulie and the Wedding Bell Grouch by J.D. Walker

And that Smashwords button up there, brings me to the next order of business for the day: the Smashwords’ Read an Ebook Week Sale.

Smashwords’ Sale

The yearly Read an Ebook Week Sale is in full swing over at Smashwords; it started on March 6 (hence, I should’ve told you several days ago) and ends on the 12th, so you still have today and tomorrow to do some shopping. My solo-written books and all the anthologies featuring my stories are all 50% off, so if you’re interested in the brand new Love Wins Anthology, it’s currently only $2.99! It’s a steal!

And 50% off all my solo-written ebooks means it’s an excellent opportunity for you to catch up with my backlist if there are books you’re missing. Here’s the link to my author page:

All of the books above are on sale, so click the button above to do some shopping. It’s Friday after all; you need something good to read this coming weekend, right?

Before I sign off, I’d like to show you what I’m eyeing in the sale. Books by authors I love, but I haven’t read these particular five ones yet. So now’s the perfect time, right? Oh! And they’re all 50% off as well! Go forth and shop and then have a lovely reading weekend! 🙂

The Drunken Dog :: London Calling :: Magician :: A Midwinter Night’s Magic :: The Wingman