Friday, 24 January 2014

Cover Reveal: Holding on to Hope by Sid Love

Sid Love is here today for the cover reveal on his new novella, Holding on to Hope. The immensely talented Paul Richmond is the artist behind it, and what a beautiful job he did. The cover draws you right in. Too bad we have to wait another three weeks for the story to become available. 

Watch for it from Dreamspinner Press on February 14th -- the perfect Valentine's Day read!

TITLE: Holding on to Hope

AUTHOR: Sid Love

PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press

LENGTH: 68 Pages

COVER ARTIST: Paul Richmond

BLURB: Bradley Parker has waited twenty years for Mr. Right, and on Valentine’s Day, he finally finds him. It’s love at first sight, and Brad even loses his virginity to the man of his dreams. But when he wakes up the next morning unable to remember anything—even what the man looked like—his best friend, Leslie, is convinced he imagined the whole thing. Brad knows he didn’t make up the best night of his life, but he has no idea of the danger he’s putting himself in as he struggles to recall the details of his perfect man. His search may lead him to parts of New York City he never dreamed existed and a war being waged in the shadows.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sid Love grew up in one of busiest cities in the world, Mumbai, listening to the excerpts of Indian epics from his father every night. While it served as an inspiration back in time, he has always had an ambitious mind. In 2007, when he had just turned sixteen, he decided that he would make his lifelong dream come true—to become a well-known, respected author some day.
Ask him and he would refuse to accept that he is obsessed with books. Or movies. Or TV shows. Addicted may even be the right word. He is a die-hard fan of Jane Austen's romance novels and loves to reread them time and again.

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Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Someone to Keep Me Blog Tour

I am so very pleased that the first post of the new year is going to be for a book (and a writing team) who are very special to me.

Someone to Keep Me is one of my all-time favourites. I had the pleasure of reading this one before it hit the shelves and I fell in love with Scott and Ben right away. There is something so innocent and naïve about Scott, and Ben is so stoic. Both men are flawed, but the flaws are what make them so perfect for one another and so endearing to readers. They draw strength from one another, albeit in very different ways. Both men will burrow their way into your heart and you won’t want them out.

Parker and KC write so seamlessly together. They are a wonderful team and they have created a wonderful book that I will be rereading over and over again.

And the cover. Let me just say, the cover! So beautiful and it fits the story perfectly.

In addition to the fantastic blog post they've got for us today, they're also running a giveaway. Actually, I don't know if it can just be called a giveaway. There should be a bigger, more fantastic name for what KC and Parker are doing. They are giving away a Kindle Fire loaded with over 100 books to one lucky winner. 

You can enter to win this amazing prize here: Rafflecopter giveaway

Eighteen-year-old Scott Keating knows a whole world exists beyond his parents’ strict control, but until he gains access to the World Wide Web, he really has no idea what’s out there. In a chat room, Scott meets “JeffUK.” Jeff loves and understands him, and when he offers to bring Scott to the UK, Scott seizes his chance to escape his humdrum life and see the world. But when his plane touches down and Jeff isn’t there, panic sets in.
Collars & Cuffs favorite barman and Dom-in-training, Ben Winters, drops his sister off at the airport and finds a lost, anxious Scott. Hearing Scott’s story sets off alarm bells, along with his protective instincts. Taking pity on the naïve boy, Ben offers him a place to crash and invites him to Collars & Cuffs, hoping his bosses will know how to help. Scott dreams of belonging to someone, heart and soul. Ben longs for a sub of his own. And neither man sees what’s right under his nose.

And now, Parker and KC have written something very special for you to give you a little taste of the men from Someone to Keep Me!

He’d been drinking. Again. The shouting began earlier than normal, which meant he’d stopped off on the way home for a few beers with his friends. It also meant that he’d read the report from my teacher. Being homeschooled wasn’t a picnic. Having one person who knew everything about what I learned or, in this case, was disinterested in, really sucked.
“Scott!” I winced at the tone of the voice because I knew what was going to come next. Heavy footsteps on the stairs ceased outside my door. It flew open, hitting hard against the wall, the divot in wood a little deeper each time.
“What the hell is this?” he shouted, flapping a paper in front of me. Before I could answer he stepped closer. It hadn’t been beer tonight. He’d been hitting the hard stuff. Great.
“We’re paying damn good money for you to get an educashun,” he slurred. “This kind of work is un-unacceptable. An architect needs to know this shtuff.”
And there it was. I wasn’t asked what I wanted. I was told. He and my mother had been telling me since I could remember what I was going to be doing with my life, and I accepted it.
“Your mother and I are having dinner,” he snapped. “You’re going to be spending the night studying.” He grabbed the Nook off my desk and threw it at me, the corner catching on my arm. I picked it up, opened it, and began reading one of the books he’d given me on buildings in the US. He grunted and slammed the door closed behind him. I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. The warmth on my face told me I wasn’t succeeding.
Outside my window I could hear the people from the coffee shop. I looked out and saw them sitting close together, having a good time. I wished I could be there with them. I wanted nothing more than for someone to look at me the way some of those people stared at one another. Like they were the only thing in the world at that moment. I heaved a weighty sigh and lay back down on the bed. I fiddled with some of the settings on the e-reader when I noticed a setting for internet connectivity. I switched it on and found that I had bars from the coffee shop! My reading abandoned, I started playing around online. I wished I could lock my door, but my parents saw no reason I should need privacy. Still, the Nook made it easy to switch to something else if necessary.

I spent every spare moment of the next several weeks looking for a life online. I searched for gay youth and found a website called Top and Bottom Boys that had a chat room. It was a lively place with kids from all over the world talking about themselves. It wasn’t really sexy chat, though discussions about things like condom use did get heated at times. Anything sex related was usually taken to a private room. I’d had invitations, but never accepted. Still, I longed to talk about sex with someone. My parents kept me locked up most days. I wasn’t allowed to go out, not that I had anywhere to go. But I made some acquaintances in the chat room and they were a good sounding board for me. I promised myself that one day, I’d accept when someone asked me to chat. Three days later, a message popped up.

JeffUK: Hi.
HomeboyS: Hello.
JeffUK: I like your name. What does it mean?
HomeboyS: Nothing really. I’m at home, I’m a boy, and my name is Scott.
I rolled my eyes. Thinking of it that way made me roll my eyes.
JeffUK: Great. My name is Jeff and I live in Manchester, England. You feel up for a chat?
I took a deep breath and slowly typed my reply.
HomeboyS: Yeah. I think I’d like that.

I wiped down the top of the bar again. I hated the weekends. Yeah, I made good tips, but Saturday nights I saw all of the usual people stroll through the door. Leo and Alex, Miles and Pietro. Even Thomas, whose sub Peter wouldn’t come to the club, was constantly on the phone with his boy. I wanted that. A sub of my own. Oh, I didn’t begrudge Thomas his happiness with Peter. Far from it. Though it did put a crimp in my training. Thomas had offered to find me someone else to train with, but it felt awkward to me.
My phone rang, pulling me from my reveries. I smiled when I saw Annie’s name pop up on the display.
“Annie! Nice to hear from you. I haven’t seen you all week.”
She sniffled and I could hear her gasping.
“Annie? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I-I was made redundant today,” she sobbed.
It wasn’t unexpected. Annie’s company had been having money problems, just like most other places around the world. Still, she brought in some money to the household we shared and this was definitely going to hurt.
“It’s okay, we’ll figure something out.”
I ran some mental calculations and figured I had enough money to support us both for three, maybe four months, if I really tightened things up. Maybe I could pick up a few extra shifts. Felix seemed to be in another world lately, so I might be able to work a few more days.
“I’m sorry, Benjy,” she whispered.
She hadn’t called me that in years. She sounded so sad and defeated. I wanted to hug her and let her know that we’d be okay. I wasn’t expecting the next words, though.
“Pablo asked me to go with him back to Spain. He’s going back home next month. Their job is almost finished here and the next one will be near where he lives. Would you hate me if I said yes?”
I ran my thumb and forefinger over the bridge of my nose. It would be a relief that she had somewhere to go. Pablo worshipped the ground she walked on and I’d never seen her happier. Still, I’d miss her.
“Of course I wouldn’t hate you. If that’s what you want to do, you need to go for it.”
“But the money—“
“Isn’t your concern. I’ll find a way to make it work. How long will you be gone?”
She was quiet for a moment. “A month, maybe.”
I forced a smile so she wouldn’t hear the desperation in my voice. “I’m happy for you, hon. Pablo is a great guy.”
“But what about—“
“Annie,” I said sternly, “stop worrying.” I looked at the clock. “My shift is almost done. I’ll grab something for dinner on the way home. What do you feel like?”
“I’ll make us something. Hurry home.”
With that she disconnected. I looked at the happy couples watching the men on stage and I felt my heart break a small bit. Even though I very much wanted what they had, I realized it was something I was never going to get.
I sighed and went back to wiping the top of the bar till it shone. Maybe one day.

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.
K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter...
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.
The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
K.C. can be reached via email (, on Facebook ( or through comments at the K.C.Wells website ( ) K.C. loves to hear from readers.
PARKER WILLIAMS began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.
Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.


I was trying to make shopping a fun experience, but Scott wasn’t making it easy. I figured he’d had a heavy morning emotionally, and I thought taking him around Debenhams department store would provide him with a little light relief. I kept holding up these really loud shirts and telling him he’d look good in them. His reaction confused the hell out of me. It was almost as if the boy didn’t know how to have fun. And when I held up some really skimpy underwear, I thought he was going to faint from embarrassment. I kept looking at the clothes he’d picked out. Two pairs of jeans, no problem there, but the shirts were bland, boring even. Scott was eighteen, for God’s sake. In desperation, I picked up a blue shirt I thought would really suit him. The color was a perfect match for his eyes. I held it out to him.
“Would you wear this for me?”
He gazed at me for a moment, and I thought he was going to refuse. Then he nodded shyly. Thank God. I put it in the basket along with his other choices, and we headed for the till. I handed over Leo’s letter of authorization confirming his phone call, and we were done. As we left the store, loaded up with bags, Scott asked for the receipts, to keep them safe to give to Leo.
I snickered. “You do know Leo won’t do anything with those receipts, don’t you?” I knew my boss better than he did.
Scott stopped dead in the middle of the pavement, his mouth open. “What?” I shrugged. He held out his bags. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept these.” God, he could be stubborn.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, be like that. I’m sure the people at the launderette won’t mind seeing you standing there in your underwear washing your one suit.” I started walking again, laughing inwardly as he caught up to me in a hurry.
Scott tilted his head. “Launderette?”
I searched for the American equivalent. “Laundromat.” A horrified expression crept over his face. Yeah, I’d thought that would make him stop and think. “Can you afford to be proud right now?” His face fell, and I instantly regretted my words. The boy had to see things clearly, though.
Scott looked at his bags of clothing, his expression grudging, to say the least. “Okay, but I still want the receipts.” Out came that chin again. The lad had some backbone to him.
This time I stopped. “You’re going to be stubborn about this, aren’t you?”
The color rose in his cheeks. “It’s not being stubborn, it’s being responsible.” His lips narrowed. “I don’t need someone to take care of me.”
“Fine. Whatever,” I muttered and started walking again. I glanced at the boy surreptitiously as we went along. Regardless of what came out of his mouth, everything about Scott said something entirely different. Alex was right: the lad needed a keeper. I turned off Piccadilly onto London Road, back to the hotel where I’d left the car.
“Where are we going?” Scott looked at me in confusion as he caught sight of the hotel.
“We’re going to my place. I have a flat.”
An eager expression crossed his face. “Do you need help with that?”
I frowned. “Help with what?”
“Your flat. Have you got a jack?”
I struggled for a moment to understand. Then it dawned on me. I laughed. “Okay, for future reference? A flat is an apartment.” I shook my head, still chuckling. “How do you expect to write if you don’t even know English?” His cheeks flamed.