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They Met in the Library: guest posts and #giveaway

Happy Sunday, everyone! I hope you’re having a great day! I’ve had a good day: we’re house hunting and we went on a road trip and checked out a house. It was lovely, maybe a bit small for our needs, and since it’s very original and charming, I’m sure it’ll turn into a bidding war and it’ll end up way over our budget. We shall see!

Aside from that little roadtrip on snowy roads, I’m also a guest over at my friend Holly Day’s blog today where I talk about how I had the idea for my new release They Met in the Library for the longest time but couldn’t get it to work. Check it out here, if you’re interested. I was also blog hopping a bit yesterday: first I visited Addison Albright’s blog where I wrote about how I was a book worm when I was a kid, and a regular at my neigborhood library, the one I based Adrian’s library on. Here’s the link for that post. I was also at Ofelia Gränd’s blog, writing about the meet-cute trope. Check it out here.

You haven’t missed that the second book in my Meet Cute Chronicles is up for pre-order, I hope? They Met in the Park will be released on February 27, but you can pre-order it now if you’re a eager 🙂 As always, JMS Books offer 20% off pre-orders and new releases!

They Met in the Park pre-order link @ JMS Books


Finally, I just want to make sure you haven’t missed the giveaway. I’m giving away two signed paperback copies of my anthology Finding The One, and I’ll send it anywhere in the world. There are two days left of the giveaway, so hurry up before it’s too late. Also, please send cyber kisses to my dear friend Addison Albright who helped me set up the giveaway. Ours would be a sad, miserable world without kind and generous friends, don’t you agree? ❤️

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Adrian, book-lover extraordinaire, adores his job at the small community library. He gets to share his passion with other people and help them with all book-related questions and issues. When a big, hulking man walks into the library, looking terrified, Adrian’s skills are tested in a completely different way.

Manne’s relationship with books is uneasy, to say the least. He’s dyslexic and events in his past have made him fearful of books and turned libraries into his worst nightmare. But when the quirky, bowtie-wearing librarian steps in to help, the experience turns positive.

Their banter is easy and their chemistry instant. But can an accidental meeting turn into something more? Can someone who has trouble reading ever fit into the life of a man whose passion is the written word?

M/M Contemporary / 17943 words

Buy links:

JMS BOOKS (20% off until 1/22) | UNIVERSAL BUY LINK

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About Holly Day, Kiss-a-ginger day, and Hop Hop, Carrot Top

Today, I’ll introduce you to my friend Holly Day on the blog. She’s here to talk about Kiss-A-Ginger Day, and her new release Hop Hop, Carrot Top. Welcome to my blog, Holly!


Five Things Holly Can’t Survive Without

Thank you, Nell, for letting me drop by today to introduce myself. My name is Holly Day, and a few days ago, my first story was released through JMS Books.

I don’t know if you’re aware, but today is Kiss A Ginger Day—I highly suggest you check with the gingers around you so you have their consent before you kiss them. It’s not Sexually Assault A Ginger Day after all. But, if you have their consent, go ahead!

Only about 2% of the world’s population has red hair, and that number is going down. Soon there won’t be any gingers around. Kiss a Ginger Day was created to show appreciation for everyone out there with fiery hair, but also to create something positive for gingers who often are picked on in schools while growing up.

Why is she talking about redheads, you wonder. Well, the story I wrote is called Hop Hop, Carrot Top, and it’s about Kiss A Ginger Day. Not only the 12th of January, but it’s about a man who has a certain ginger he would like to kiss and sees his opportunity to do so when Kiss a Ginger Day arrives.

I’ll share an excerpt from the story farther down, but I thought I’d let you know a little more about me by telling you five things I can’t survive without. Typing that makes me wonder if there really are five things I can’t survive without, but okay, here we go!

I write books; I read books; I list books; I sort books; I talk books, and I breathe books.

Holly day
  1. Coffee! – Do I need to elaborate? I think not.
  2. Salty liquorice – I think it’s a Swedish thing or Scandinavian, at least. It’s liquorice, but it’s salty. I put this on the list instead of chocolate, instead of chocolate! As in, I rate it higher than chocolate. There is a problem, though. I’m gluten intolerant, and most liquorice has gluten in them.
  3. Wine – I don’t drink hard liquor, and I don’t drink beer—again, gluten—but wine… Saying I can’t survive without it makes it sound as if I have a problem—I don’t, but some days a glass of wine is the difference between a cozy night on the sofa with hubby, and a meltdown. I have four kids, don’t judge!
  4. Stationery -Few things make me as happy as pens, Washi tape, stickers, post-its, my bullet journal, etc. I have to say, apart from book and clothes now and then, stationery is the only inedible thing I buy.
  5. Books! – Let’s be honest, this should probably have been number one. It would hurt to have to live without coffee, liquorice, wine, and Washi tape, but it is doable. I would moan for a week in wait for the lack-of-coffee headache to pass, but I would survive. Without books? So much of my identity is books—I write books; I read books; I list books; I sort books; I talk books, and I breathe books. I read books to my kids every day before they go to bed because books! I don’t trust the school to make sure they enjoy books, and books should be enjoyed. It doesn’t matter if it’s a story that changes your life or one you read in thirty minutes and then never look at again—that story affected your life. You were touched by an individual from another place, another time, someone who has lived a life different from yours. And that is pretty cool.

So that was a little about me. Now, I thought I’d introduce you to Flynn and Caspian by sharing an excerpt. Flynn’s mother passed away six months ago. He’s been putting off clearing out the house, but now he’s back in the town he’d promised himself never to set foot in again.

Excerpt:

Pizza with Caspian Cook, who’d have believed he’d ever have pizza with Caspian Cook? Flynn puffed his cheeks as he watched himself in the bathroom mirror.

He’d showered, which was stupid. They were going to pack stuff—though Caspian had never agreed to help him pack—and they were going to take pictures of Mom’s furniture to give away.

He got dressed, jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt—no shirt and tie while he was off work. He spun around in the almost empty room where he’d grown up and grabbed his phone.

“Hi, Tanya. It’s me.” He ran a hand through his still wet hair as he watched his reflection. Children cried in the background, and Tanya sighed.

“Hi. How’s it going?”

“I’m giving it away.”

There were some noises he couldn’t place, dishes maybe. “The entire house?” Everything quieted. “You can’t.”

“No, not the house.” He could use the money, and they’d be a welcome contribution to her household. “The sofa, bookcase, the bed, maybe? Do people want other people’s beds?”

“The bed frame, I’m sure someone would want, perhaps not the mattress.”

“Ah, yeah.” He grimaced and waved a hand despite her not seeing him. “I’m giving it away.”

“Okay.”

He stopped on his way out into the living room. “You’re okay with that?”

“I don’t give a damn. I think we could’ve gotten some money from the figurines, not sure, but I’ve seen those in antique stores.”

“Yeah?” He hadn’t had a clue. He’d packed them, but he could keep the box and see if he could sell them or something. Maybe Caspian would know how to go about it. “I’m selling the car. Caspian picked it up today.”

“Caspian? Caspian Cook?”

Flynn held his breath. “Yeah. Do you know him?”

She laughed. “You grew up in the same town I did, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, but I mean do you know him.”

“Haven’t seen him in twenty years. He was always nice though, a stark contrast to his evil little brother.”

Flynn shivered as he pictured Blade. “They look alike.”

“People say we look alike, but I’m prettier.”

He laughed. “You are.” They looked alike. Flynn’s androgynous looks made them more alike than most brothers and sisters.

“He’s grown now though, right?”

“Blade?” The ice spreading in his gut didn’t care if he was a memory from his childhood or an adult man.

“Well, him too, but I meant Caspian. I haven’t seen him since he was in his late teens.”

“Yeah, he’s grown now.” Flynn grinned. Caspian was about a head taller than he was, had broad shoulders and strong arms. And manly hands.

“Is that appreciation I hear?” She chuckled.

“No! I mean… he’s Caspian Cook.”

“I know he is. I also know he used to watch you.”

Flynn frowned. “What?”

“In school. He used to watch you.”

“Probably only so Blade didn’t kill me. I was a scrawny little thing, several years younger than him. Heck, I didn’t hit my growth spurt until I was fifteen, and even then I hardly grew!”

Her laugh filled him with warmth. God, he missed her.

“Doesn’t matter. He watched you.”

“Yeah, well…” His chest filled with warmth. “He owns Wilson’s farm now.”

“Oh, that’s a cute little farm. You should help him pick curtains.”

“Tanya!”


Blurb

Flynn Thomas is back in Hartley. His plan is to be out of there before anyone notices he’s back. He left twenty years ago and promised himself he’d never have to face his childhood bullies or set foot in his bigoted hometown ever again. But it’s been six months since his mother passed away, and someone has to clear out the house.

Caspian Cook is out on a walk with his three dogs when he sees Flynn Thomas, at least he thinks it’s Flynn Thomas. He never forgot the red-haired boy his brother used to harass, and he never forgot how he used to wonder if there were freckles underneath his clothes as well as on his face.

Flynn mistakes Caspian for his childhood tormenter and flees. Caspian can guess why he’s in such a hurry to get away, but he hasn’t seen Flynn in twenty years, and if he allows him to run off, he fears he’ll never see him again. Will spending time with Flynn be enough for him to forget who Caspian’s brother is? Flynn needs help. He underestimated how much work it would be to move his mother’s things. Caspian offers to give him a hand, but can he trust someone who looks like his worst nightmare?

Contemporary M/M Romance / 19,129 words

Buy links:
JMS Books | Universal buy link

About Holly:

According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserves 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.

Connect with Holly @ https://lnk.bio/xpae

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Cover reveal: Be Still, My Heart by Holly Day

Today, my friend Holly Day is a guest on my blog again; she’s here to show off the pretty cover for her upcoming release Be Still, My Heart. It’s a Valentine’s story, so if you want to be sure you have something to read on V-day I suggest you clickety-click the pre-order link 🙂

But without further ado, help me welcome Holly to the blog. And maybe we can all help Holly remember her wedding anniversary next year? January 9th, 2022, let’s all email her and remind her, all right? 😂


Thank you for letting me drop by today, Nell. A couple of days ago, I got the cover of my February release, and I wanted to come here to show it off 😀

The story is called Be Still, My Heart, and it’s a Valentine’s story. To be honest, I’m not the kind of person who celebrates Valentine. But then, I’m not the most romantic gal you’ve come across. The day before yesterday, hubby and I had been married for eleven years – I forgot. I always forget. Every year.

But enough about forgotten wedding days, the story is about Valentine. When I saw the cover, I was super happy. You see, I have another story out – a story that was published on my wedding day, and this is the first time I realised that. Signing contracts, writing blog posts, posting on social media – not once did my brain tell me the 9th of January not only was release day but also my wedding day LOL.

I’m getting off track. The cover!  I got up early to meet Nell and the others for our daily writing session. And there it was. While I’d been sleeping, the cover fairy had sent it to me. I opened the email and – here I feel I need to point out I’m waiting for my coffee to get ready, so picture a dark, silent house, and know that I’m in a hibernation-state. A zombie would appear alert compared to me. I opened it, and I smiled.

It matches the Hop Hop, Carrot Top cover! I did not tell the cover fairy to do that, and yet she did.

Are you ready to see it?

Isn’t it pretty? The story is about Dimitri Petrov, a military vet who suffers from PTSD. He’d have stayed hidden in his home for the rest of his life if he could, but he has a sister who runs a matchmaking agency, and she insists on him working the front desk there.

Elian Hubert is an eccentric literary professor in need of a date for a Valentine’s dinner. He walks up to Dimitri and tries to book a date for the evening, not realising they’re not the rent-by-the-hour kind of place.

Be Still, My Heart will be released on February 13th, in perfect time for Valentine’s, but it’s already up for pre-order in the JMS shop.

PRE-ORDER LINK

Blurb:

Four years ago, Dimitri Petrov had his leg blown off by a landmine while in military service. Suffering from PTSD, he doesn’t do crowds, and he doesn’t do people. If he had his way, he’d never leave his house at all. Dimitri’s sister, Irina, runs a dating agency, and despite that it would be better for business if they had a pretty woman working the front desk, Irina insists Dimitri’s the man for the job.

In a whirlwind of pink shirts, flapping hands, and outrageous flirting enters Elian Hubert. Elian needs a date. Invited to speak on love through time in fiction at a Valentine dinner, there is no way he’s showing up alone. When Dimitri tells him The Single Pursuit is unable to help on such short notice, Elian suggests Dimitri be his date.

Dimitri doesn’t do dates, and he doesn’t do dinners, but Elian’s made him happier in the last few minutes than anyone’s been able to do in years. He might not do Valentine’s, and he might not do gatherings, but maybe he can do Elian… a favor and accompany him to his presentation? If things go too badly, he can always hide behind a curtain and pretend he’s somewhere else.

About Holly:

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.

Connect with Holly or visit her website

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New release guest post: The Hunted and the Hind by A.L. Lester

Today, I have a guest visiting here on my blog; the fabulous A.L Lester. They are here to talk about their latest release, The Hunted and the Hind, and they bring a deleted scene for you to to enjoy, and a giveaway!

Without further ado, please help me welcome A.L. Lester!

Knitting a universe versus snappy dialogue

Thank you so much for having me here today, Nell! Happy new year to you and to all your readers! I thought I’d talk a bit today about the differences between writing historical stories and paranormal stories. Most of my stories have magic and the paranormal in them, but I see myself as being more a historical writer than a fantasy writer—I try and get my history right and then throw in the extra ‘what if’ of the magic.

One of the things I like a great deal about my paranormal universe is that no-one, not even me, knows exactly how everything fits together. This is great as a writer because you can basically darn up plot-holes as you go along, but it is also a bit nerve-wracking, because you can write yourself into those same plot holes and it’s excruciating trying to dig out of them. Plus you have to keep extensive notes, which takes a lot of mental energy! Someone on twitter asked how I kept track of my magic system recently and my answer was that I didn’t really, but in my head it looks like a room full of balls of wool and excited kittens. This is still true, although since that conversation I’ve started keeping extensive notes because it was all getting a bit out of hand.

Writing the historical parts of the stories is completely different. I like to have a clear idea of the period I’m writing in—for the 1920s now I think I’ve got quite a grip on it. I started off with family stories about the period and then did lots of reading around, about specific areas of London, specific things that happened that I wanted to touch my characters in some way. It’s a much more measured approach. I sometimes get sidetracked by research into things that seem to blow up in my mind as immensely important and might only have a sentence in the finished book. In The Flowers of Time, for example, I became obsessed with how to make light in the Himalayas in the 1700s and ended up making not only my own butter-lamps, but my own butter.

For The Hunted and the Hind I got sucked down a sea-travel rabbit-hole that seemed to be endless. The characters take a liner home from Egypt to England and I needed to satisfy myself that I’d got the detail right before I started shoving magical happenings into the story. That seems to be the way it works for me—I get the historical period straight in my mind, I have my characters and then I say ‘what if this happened?’. It’s my own particular version of the writer habit of killing your darlings.

As the writer though, one of the most fun things about the 1920s books is the snippy dialogue between the main characters. It was really nice to get back into that when I began to write again. However, I didn’t want Hunted to be another Alec and Lew book, they’d had their turn and I wanted to focus on Fenn and Will. I ended up cutting quite a bit of Alec and Lew scenes because they were just there so I could write snarky dialogue that ending in shagging. Which is what I have as a deleted scene for you today!

Deleted Scene

“No,” said Alec, very firmly.

“I think you should,” said Lew, mildly. “It would be very helpful.”

“No,” said Alec, again.

“Please?” Lew tried.

Alec sighed. He was going to lose this battle. “Honestly, I have no idea what I’m going to do about it,” he said. “We can’t go on much longer…his mother…,” he trailed off.

“Well, yes,” Lew said. “You’ll have to speak to her. But…,”

“What?”

“She must know about the border, mustn’t she? Grant had training from his father.”

There was a thoughtful pause.

“Yes…,” Alec said, finally.

“So, and forgive me if this seems in any way less simple than it seems, we could just tell her the truth.

That honestly hadn’t occurred to Alec. He stared at Lew.

“The truth?”

“Yes. The truth.” He paused. “Horrific thought that seems?”

There was a relatively long silence.

“Well…,” Alec was just making noises with his mouth whilst his brain processed.

Lew turned his head on the pillow and looked at him enquiringly. “Yes…?”

“The truth? I suppose…,”

“Yes…,” Lew’s tone was one of exquisite patience. He was taking the mickey.

“Oh, do be quiet,” Alec conceded. “Fine. We’ll tell her the truth.”

“Will said she was away,” Lew said. “Can you find out when she’s back?”

“I’ll telephone her house,” Alec conceded. “And make some inquiries.”

“Good plan,” Lew said. “Well done for coming up with it!”

Alec punched him in a friendly fashion on his naked shoulder and things quickly deteriorated in to activities that meant words weren’t very necessary.

Blurb

Inadvertently tumbling through the border after Fenn and then thrown into the middle of the internecine political disputes of their people, Sergeant Will Grant of the Metropolitan Police has spent three months in prison in the Underhalls of the Frem. When Fenn comes to free him and return him home through the border, he has very little time to work out what’s going on before the sudden appearance of Fenn’s missing younger sibling, Keren, throws Fenn for a loop.

Instead of returning them to London as planned, the trio step through the border to the Egyptian desert. Once they work out where they are, it’s a two week trip back to England with the possibility of pursuit both onboard ship and when they reach home.

Will the journey give Fenn and Will time to resolve the feelings they have been dancing around since the day they met? How will they keep Keren from recapture by the faction who tried to persuade Fenn they were dead? And has Will’s friend Alec forgiven Fenn for lying about their motives when they first traveled to London four months ago?

The Hunted and the Hind is the third and final book in the 1920s ‘Lost in Time’ trilogy. The books need to be read in order.

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  • Tag line: The third in the Lost in Time series. Queer British, Lovecraftian romantic suspense set in the 1920s.
  • Genre: MM, gay, non-binary, romance, historical, paranormal, suspense
  • Length:  40,400 words
  • Publisher:  JMS Books
  • Release Date:  30 Dec 2020
Excerpt: At the Stables

“Can I ride the one over there, please, Will Grant?” Keren called across the yard, pointing at creature with a white stripe down it’s face that they’d become enamored of earlier.

Will Grant nodded and came across the courtyard toward them. “You may. That was my intention, anyway.” They looked at Fenn. “Do you have animals you ride in the Outlands?” they asked.

Fenn stroked Olive’s nose. “Not like these,” they said. “These are beautiful creatures. We sometimes ride the antacas we use for pack animals. Some people breed them for meat, too. They have horns and a very sharp spine. And are extremely bad tempered. They’re smaller than these, though. Bumpy.”

Will Grant leaned against the stable door next to Fenn, as Keren took themselves across the yard to quiz the horse-keeper. He rubbed at Olive’s ears absently. “You’re not bumpy, are you girl? No-one would dream of accusing you of such a dreadful thing!”

The horse shook its head and buffeted Will Grant’s stomach. He staggered a little against Fenn’s side and blew out a laugh. It was very strange to see them like this, out of their city clothes, in what Fenn assumed were special clothes for riding. The humans seemed to have a variety of different clothes for each task, rather than sensible clothing that would serve for most things. Here in private, both Fenn and Keren had donned the extra clothes made for them in Port Said, patterned more or less on their usual loose trousers and robes.

It was even stranger to see Will laugh like this. After the conversation with their parent this morning, Will had seemed to let go of a little of the tension that had gathered round them since this trip had been mooted. It was a nice look on them, Fenn decided. Underneath it all was the tension and sadness that was Will’s permanent signature. But a little of that had eased. Fenn wondered what it would take to ease the rest of it.

“Come on, then,” Will Grant said, straightening. “Let’s get Keren up and we can go out for a wander through the woods and down to the lake. And once we’re there we can try our kias out near the water. We’re lucky Mama has kept the stable going, with no-one but her here to ride.” He glanced around. “The men coming home needed the work.”

Fenn nodded. “Your parent is a good person,” they said, cautiously. “They reminded me of Ana. Very…,” they searched for an accurate, polite word.

Will Grant laughed. “Very, yes,” they said. Their eyes had softened. “I haven’t done right by her,” they said. “I’ve been too wrapped up in my own head. I should have come home before.”

“It doesn’t sound like you were ready,” Fenn replied. “Home is a difficult place to be, sometimes.”

Will Grant shook their head. “But still. She’s my mother and she lost all of us. Father died a few years before the war and she missed him dreadfully. It was a love match, I think. They spent a lot of time together, anyway.”

Both of them were leaning against the stable door now, talking quietly whilst they watched the bustle as the horse-keepers got animals out for them all to ride.

“Is that not always the case, here?” Fenn asked, curiously.

Will looked at them over Olive’s nose. “For Mama’s generation, not always. Sometimes, marrying well is more important than whether you have strong feelings for your potential partner. Making the marriage and producing children is the thing, you see.”

Fenn looked at him.

“Not for me,” they hastened to add. “Mama has given up trying to marry me off. She made it clear this morning that she has no expectations in that direction at all.” They hesitated. “She said, you are welcome to visit here, too. She knows that I…have feelings…for you.”

Fenn was silent for a moment. “I would be honored to visit them,” they said. “Whether or not you have feelings for me, Will Grant.” They felt the shiver of embarrassment in Will’s kias. Humans did not talk about this sort of thing, apparently. Probably because most of them didn’t have kias and had to articulate everything verbally. It was very graceless and left a lot of room for misunderstanding. How did people without any kias at all between them manage?

They gently opened the edges of their kias to Will Grant and allowed their own feelings to be felt. Admiration, friendship, desire, love. All of it. Will glanced over and smiled, clearly picking some of it up without even trying to reach back.

The two of them stood against the door in amicable silence until the chief horse-keeper called across the yard, “Ready, Mr William? I’ve got Peter tacked up for you, here!”

Will Grant started. “Coming, Ralph. Thank you.

About A.L. Lester

Writer of queer, paranormal, historical, romantic suspense. Lives in the South West of England with Mr AL, two children, a badly behaved dachshund, a terrifying cat and some hens. 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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Cover reveal: The Hunted and the Hind by A.L. Lester

Today, I’m happy to welcome a member of my morning writing crew to my blog to show off the cover of their new book. So please help me welcome the fabulous and funny A.L. Lester 🙂


Hello there everyone and thank you so much to Nell for inviting me to visit today! I am popping in to bring you the cover of The Hunted and the Hind and tell you a bit about it, and the Lost in Time universe.

Hunted is the third in my Lost in Time 1920s London trilogy, although as you may gather from the cover, at least some of it takes place elsewhere! The Lost in Time Universe is based around an old green book. It’s definitely not a book of magic. It’s simply a book of instructions. Instructions to use energy to make things happen. To get what you want.

Be careful how you use the book. Because everything you do comes with a price.

The universe gets it name because the first book I wrote begins with a magical accident that results in one of the main characters getting pulled back from 2016 to 1920. Everything else sort of went on from there! You can read more about the universe and the order of the books on my website.

Keep reading if you want to see the cover for The Hunted and the Hind by A.L. Lester

At the end of book number two, Shadows on the Border, poor Sergeant Will Grant got sucked through the border after Fenn, who returned to their home in the Outlands with the murderous creature they’d finally captured with the help of Will’s police team. It took me ages to work out what I wanted to write in Hunted because I never actually set out to write a trilogy–this is one of the downsides of discovery writing, which I have now rather learned to my cost. There were so many loose ends I wanted to tie up to feel that I’d satisfactorily ended the series, for both readers and for myself. It took me three rewrites to get the story knocked into a shape that I feel happy with.

Without further ado…here’s the cover (and the blurb!) for…

Cover for The Hunted and the Hind by A.L. Lester

The Hunted and the Hind

Inadvertently tumbling through the border after Fenn and then thrown into the middle of the internecine political disputes of their people, Sergeant Will Grant of the Metropolitan Police has spent three months in prison in the Underhalls of the Frem. When Fenn comes to free him and return him home through the border, he has very little time to work out what’s going on before the sudden appearance of Fenn’s missing younger sibling Keren throws Fenn for a loop.

Instead of returning them to London as planned, the trio step through the border to the Egyptian desert. Once they work out where they are, it’s a two week trip back to England with the possibility of pursuit both onboard ship and when they reach home.

Will the journey give Fenn and Will time to resolve the feelings they have been dancing around since the day they met? How will they keep Keren from recapture by the faction who tried to persuade Fenn they were dead? And has Will’s friend Alec forgiven Fenn for lying about their motives when they first traveled to London four months ago?

Preorder from the publisher, JMS Books!

About A. L. Lester

Ally Lester is a writer of queer, mostly paranormal, historical, romantic suspense, usually set in the Lost in Time universe. They live in the South West of England with Mr AL, two children, a badly behaved dachshund, a terrifying cat and some hens. Likes gardening but doesn’t really have time or energy.  Not musical. Doesn’t much like telly. Non-binary. Chronically disabled. Has tedious fits.

Find all my links at my lnk.bio page