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Top Five Favorite Thanksgiving Dishes by Sean Michael – Guest Blog


Long and Short Reviews welcomes Sean Michael who is visiting with us today to celebrate the re-release of Personal Best 2.

Thank you to Long and Short Reviews for hosting me today!

Top Five lists are actually difficult for me, because I hate choosing favorites. It is easier if there’s a smaller pool of things to choose from, and Thanksgiving is coming up, so I thought I would do my favorite holiday dishes. I have spent many a Thanksgiving in the US with my best friends, so I am familiar with the traditional foods.

Top Five Favorite Thanksgiving Dishes

5. Chex Mix. This is yummy before during and after Thanksgiving as a snack.
4. Biscuits. Who doesn’t love a biscuit?
3. Cranberry salad. This is a dessert – I first had it at my best friends a long time ago and it has become a favorite for not just me, but my entire family, from the spouse and kids, to the inlaws.
2. Brussel Sprouts. Guh. I love them however you cook them, but deep fried with parmesan on them or fried with bacon are my favorite ways to eat them.
1. Devilled eggs. I love these silly things and for some reason only ever have them as a part of pre-thanksgiving dinner munchies. I really ought to simply make them whenever I get the urge for them.

You’ll notice that turkey is not on that list. I’m not a huge fan of turkey. I like it in a sandwich as leftovers and I’m happy to have some on Thanksgiving, but it certainly isn’t the star of the table for me.

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Swimmer Mike Gauliet is moving up in the elite ranks of the American swim team, despite his repetitive stress injuries. He’s hiding his pain from coach Jessy Turner, not wanting to give in to it or let his coach and lover down, and by the time he gets treatment, it’s almost too late.

Jessy helps Mike heal, both in an out of the bedroom, and their need for each other grows as quickly as Mike’s career. They’re scorching hot and ready to go to the top competitions when another injury forces Mike to the sidelines. Jessy thinks this one is no accident, and Mike has to work hard to recover the lost ground.

Mike needs a break from the nonstop stress of training, so they move to the coast so Mike can recuperate once again. But their struggles don’t end with getting him back in competition form, and they can’t truly call it a victory unless they can find the balance between their romantic relationship and Mike grabbing the success he’s earned.

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Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

Mike was beginning to feel the burn, muscles getting tired, the wall getting farther and farther.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

One week until they had another meet. Then a month to training camp. Fuck. That was playing with the big boys.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

Fuck, he’d lost count. How many had he done? How many were left? Fuck.

Fuck.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

A long body sliced through the water and paced him.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

Shit, he must have gone over.

Damn it. That meant he went until Coach said stop.

Fuck a duck.

He was supposed to meet the guys for a movie tonight too.

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Coach kept moving with him, close enough he could feel the heat of that body in the water next to him.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

His heart was pounding, strokes slowing, his arms so heavy.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, turn. Lap.

They did three more, each one harder than the last.

He was shaking by the end, breathing hard, holding on to the wall.

“Sorry, Coach.”

Jessy’s strong body surrounded him, hands next to his on the wall. “Stubborn fool.”

He leaned into those arms, panting. “Who? Me?”

“No, the other guy who damn near drowned out here.” That voice was gruff, angry. Worried.

“Wasn’t gonna drown.” He could swim in his sleep.

“No?” Coach grabbed his hands and yanked him off the wall, and swam back into the middle of the pool with him before letting him go. “Then give me another five.”

He growled, “Could have at least let me have the wall, asshole.”

Then he gritted his teeth and swam, forcing his body to fucking do it. Coach kept pace with him again, never leaving his fucking side. Just waiting for him to screw up. Well, he wasn’t going to. Damn it. He could go four more laps.

Prick.

Asshole.

Bastard.

When Mike made the last lap, Coach got out and pulled him out of the water to lie on the deck. “You stupid fool! If I tossed you back in and told you to give me ten more, you would! Start listening to your fucking body instead of just pushing it all the damned time.” Coach started pacing, muttering to himself.

Mike lay there, panting, waiting for the tremors to stop, his heart to slow.

Coach finally stopped pacing and hauled him up over one shoulder, carrying him into the weight room, and put him down on the matted table to work his muscles with those big hands. “One of these days that stubborn pride is going to get you hurt.”

“Either that or win me a race.” Oh, God, that felt good. So good.

“Pardon me, but I don’t believe you were fucking racing anyone out there today.”

“No. No, I wasn’t. I lost count. I’m sorry, Coach.”

About the Author: Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

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House of Ashes by Loretta Marion – Spotlight and Giveaway



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Thirty-seven-year-old painter Cassandra Mitchell is fourth-generation to live in the majestic Battersea Bluffs, a brooding Queen Anne home originally built by her great-grandparents, Percy and Celeste Mitchell, and still standing despite tragedies that have swept the generations. Local lore has it that there was a curse placed on the family and the house is haunted, though opinions are divided on whether it’s by malicious or benevolent spirits. Cassie believes the latter―but now she stands to lose her beloved home to mounting debt and the machinations of her dream-weaving ex-husband.

Salvation seems to arrive when a nomadic young couple wanders onto the property with the promise of companionship and much-needed help―until they vanish without a trace, leaving behind no clue to their identities. Cassie is devastated, but determined to discover what’s happened to the young couple…even as digging into their disappearance starts to uncover family secrets of her own. Despite warnings from her childhood friend, now the local Chief of Police―as well as an FBI agent who pushes the boundaries of professionalism―Cassie can’t help following the trail of clues (and eerie signals from the old house itself) to unravel the mystery. But can she do so before her family’s dark curse destroys everything in its path?

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Eighty years ago ~ Whale Rock, Massachusetts ~ Cape Cod Bay

Friday, December 13th

The fire bell was ringing, and someone yelled in through the tavern door, “There’s a fire up on the north end! Battersea Bluffs. We need all the hands we can get!”

“No, it can’t be,” Percy whispered. The Bluffs was his home. He leapt from the barstool and ran for the street, bumping into a stranger as he passed through the tavern door. The man’s eyes were ominously familiar to him, but with more pressing concerns, there was no time to bring to memory why. He had to get home to Celeste.

It sickened him to see the flames as his Ford pickup rounded the top of Lavender Hill. How hard he and Celeste had worked to build this house, a grand Victorian with a widow’s walk and a proud front porch facing out to sea. Fire trucks were already there, and men he’d known these many years were working hard to contain the blaze.

As he ran toward the house, it came to him who the stranger in the tavern had been, and later one of the firefighters would recount that Percy had screamed: “Damn that lighterman’s curse. Damn you to hell, Robert Toomey!” Nobody was quick enough to keep Percy Mitchell from entering the inferno. Moments later he emerged, his clothing and hair afire, carrying a charred human form. Any man would have been delirious from the pain, but as the firefighters looked on in shocked disbelief, Percy walked with a purposeful bearing and a swift gait toward the bluffs. A few men chased after their friend, but before anyone could stop him, Percy reached the ledge and cried out, “I am not finished!”

And then, with his already dead wife in his arms, he hurled them both into Cape Cod Bay.

About the Author:

A true bibliophile, Loretta Marion’s affection for the written word began in childhood and followed her like a shadow throughout her life as she crafted award winning marketing and advertising copy and educational brochures. She then applied her writing skills as a volunteer, establishing a Legacy Story program for hospice patients, which inspired her to create her own fictional stories. Her debut novel, The Fool’s Truth, was a twisty mystery with whispers of romance. Her newest novel, HOUSE OF ASHES – A Haunted Bluffs Mystery, is the first in a series published by Crooked Lane Books.

When not whipping out words on her laptop, she is traveling, enjoying outdoor pursuits, or is curled up with a delicious new book. Loretta lives in Rhode Island with her husband, Geoffrey, and their beloved Mr. Peabody, a sweet, devoted and amusing “Corgador”.

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Too Far Gone by Allison Brennan – Spotlight and Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Allison Brennan who is celebrating the recent release of Too Far Gone, the next thriller in her Lucy Kincaid series.  Leave a comment to enter to win a print copy of the book!

When a man who appears mentally unstable holds a group of people hostage and dies in a shootout with the FBI, Special Agent Lucy Kincaid is assigned to investigate what happened. Up until two months ago, McMahon was a respected scientist—then his wife left him, he lost his job, and was arrested for assaulting a former colleague. The one person who might have answers — his research assistant — has disappeared.

While Lucy is investigating this bizarre case, her husband Sean is on top of the world: his son Jesse is visiting for the summer. They are having a blast, until someone follows them. Sean is positive that the surveillance is connected to Jesse’s step-father—a man who had once laundered money for a violent drug cartel. But when Lucy and Jesse are run off the road, they begin to wonder if the attack is connected to Jesse … or Lucy’s current case.

Nothing is what it seems—not the McMahon investigation or the car accident. As Sean and Lucy dig deep into the lives of everyone involved, one thing becomes clear: If they don’t find the truth fast, everyone they care about is in danger.

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FBI Special Agent Lucy Kincaid geared up in the back of the SWAT van and followed team leader Leo Proc- tor to the staging area kitty-corner to the coffeehouse that was currently under control of a gunman. Lucy wasn’t part of the SWAT team. She was the newest trained hostage negotiator, though she would be second to Proctor for a minimum of six months. She wouldn’t be talking to the suspect today; she was tagging along on her first official outing after completing Hostage and Crisis Response Training at Quantico.

As soon as she stepped out of the air-conditioned van and into the hot Texas humidity, she began to sweat. Fortunately, she wasn’t decked out with an extra twenty- five pounds of SWAT gear; she was only required to wear her Kevlar vest and sidearm.

The FBI was here to back up the SAPD, who were taking lead in the hostage situation at Java Antonio, a small but popular independent coffee shop in downtown San Antonio.

Lucy followed Leo from the van while the rest of the team checked their weapons and gear.

“Lieutenant, sit-rep?” Leo said to the man clearly in charge who was directing personnel from the back of a police communications van. There were a dozen city and county vehicles filling all four streets that led to the intersection, which now held a tactical truck. Each street had been blocked off, and all businesses in a two-block radius evacuated or locked down.

“Proctor. Glad you’re here.” He glanced at Lucy. “Agent Kincaid, hostage negotiator. Kincaid, Lieutenant Jordan Young.”

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“I need you to negotiate, Leo—I’ve already set up a command, I’m the highest-ranking officer here.”

“My people are your people,” Proctor said. “Kincaid’s my second.”

Being second essentially meant backing up the primary negotiator. Listening to all communication, taking notes, passing along information between the negotiator and command and vice versa.

Generally the individual in charge of the scene was not the same person negotiating with the suspect. That SAPD and the SA-FBI worked well together was a testament to the men and women who led each department and the teams who cross-trained together.

“I have two snipers, one on each corner building,” Young said, gesturing. “Two men in the back. If you can spare a pair I’d like to have them tag up with my team in the alley, and if you have a sniper we can use one back there. The rear is the only exit other than the front door.” Proctor said in his radio, “Dunning, take your team and secure the back with SAPD; Ramirez, find a roost with clear line of sight to the emergency exit. From here on out, Lieutenant Young is in command of this operation and you’ll take direction from him, primary emergency channel.”

“Roger,” the team leader said over the radio. “Suspect?” Proctor asked.

Young shook his head. “Working on an ID. No cameras inside, but we have a description from one of the hostages who escaped during the initial confusion. In fact, a dozen people got out before the shooter locked down. From preliminary statements, the guy was talk- ing to himself and acting ‘off’—weird was the word most used. He was wearing a thick windbreaker and it’s over ninety degrees and humid as hell. When the manager confronted him, he snapped—per a witness. Another witness said he acted like he was quote, ‘off his meds.’”

About the Author:ALLISON BRENNAN is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of twenty novels and many short stories. A former consultant in the California State Legislature, she lives in Northern California with her husband Dan and their five children.

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Death of a Movie Star by Timothy Patrick


Death of a Movie Star by Timothy Patrick
Publisher: Country Scribbler Publishing
Genre: Contemporary, Mystery/Suspense
Length: Short story (125 pages)
Rating: 4 Stars
Reviewed by Snowdrop

StarBash is the hottest thing on TV. Featuring desperate actors facing off in madcap competitions to win a movie deal, the reality show is famous for making fools of its fame-starved participants.

So it seems odd that respected Hollywood A-lister Cassandra “Casmo” Moreaux would become a contestant. But her motivation is simple: revenge against the program’s producer, Lenora Danmore, the legendary movie star who blacklisted Casmo’s mother during the McCarthy era.

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Vindictive and wicked, Lenora is determined to set a trap for the upstart movie star. But when Casmo unexpectedly falls in love with the show’s wry host–Lenora’s illegitimate son–the murder plot bubbles over with unforeseen complications.

Featuring sarcastic celebrities, murderous androids, and off-the-wall humor from beginning to end, Death of a Movie Star masterfully pulls Hollywood culture apart at the seams. It’s a Tinseltown romp that’s part mystery, part suspense, and two parts roller derby!

What a funny story and yet a scary drama too. This starts out as a real tongue-in-cheek story about movie stars. It’s about a reality tv show called “Starbash” that makes fun of movie stars.  Sort of an Enquirer magazine made into a reality show. Of course, since this is fiction, the dirt Starbash has on all the movie stars is made up. On the other hand, isn’t that what Hollywood is like now? Maybe this fiction story isn’t so far from reality.

The characters are portrayed so perfectly; you have your handsome stunt guy who is also the announcer on the show and a babysitter to a former star who has all the money. Then you have female stars and starlets. You have one genuinely nice but maybe a little too quick to judge star. I don’t know whether I’d be hoping I was named to be on the show or not! Some were witchy; some were nice. Some wanted to make it big; some didn’t care. Maybe just another real picture of Hollywood today, huh?

A part of the story is set a little into the future which makes it even more enjoyable to read. You can step right into a scene of a movie you’ve loved all of your life and you can play a part. Interactive movies probably aren’t as far away as we might think. So right in the midst of all this fluff and fun, you take a walk into the future and find maybe this book isn’t quite as much of a fluff story as you thought.

All of that makes this a great read. This author takes you on a roller coaster ride that’s as fun as can be and yet a little scary too. This is a 125-page book that seemed quick to read but absolutely full of twists and turns, some funny; some scary. Certainly well worth my time.

The Peddler by Channing Whitaker


The Peddler by Channing Whitaker
Publisher: Self-published
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Length: Short story (54 pages)
Rating: 4 stars
Reviewed by Lavender

When Andrew bought a carved figure from The Peddler, he thought he was doing the old man a favor. When three violent criminals came to give his shop a shakedown, he realized it was the other way around. In this fantasy, horror novelette, a luscious, green park stands as a beacon of thriving life in the midst of a fledgling city where criminals run rampant. The police are either helpless, ignorant, or criminals themselves.

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Strange and magical things happen in this story, a tale with mystery, where being on the wrong side can be deadly. Andrew has a shoe repair shop and is approached by some shady guys looking to get him into questionable activities. Andrew rejects their offer, coming across right from the start as a man with integrity. What will happen to him, though? The other characters are drawn well too, if in brief, with just enough being said to create an atmosphere of suspense and worry without overdoing it.

Someone mysterious arrives, and his actions are strange enough to create more questions. On top of that, they’re being watched. By who? What does he want?

Then readers meet the peddler. One can guess that there’s more to him than meets the eye. He has unusual talents and gifted insights. He says intriguing things to a variety of interesting people. The suspense here is in wondering where his brilliant insights are going to lead, but there are different lines of suspense being created in this story, which are overlapping.

The characters all have some kind of trouble, but hope is not lost. With a little bit of mysticism, help is on the way. Watching their predicaments unfold is entertaining. Readers won’t know what to expect because the strange and unknown are likely to happen.

There are good sense details to create the world of the characters, and it is a well-written story, with a smooth flow. Fans of the supernatural who enjoy a bit of light reading where justice is served will probably like this interesting story.

Ribbon of Light by Claire Yezbak Fadden – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Julie Rafferty’s life-long dream is within her grasp. But just as the toy company she founded verges on becoming a multi-million-dollar enterprise, her husband abandons their marriage.

Trevor had no choice but to walk away from Julie. How else could he show his wife that the business was her priority, not him and their three children? His drastic stunt backfires though, jeopardizing the family business and seemingly pushes Julie into the arms of a younger man.

Just when Julie and Trevor find their way back to each other, a ruthless competitor escalates a bogus lawsuit. Together they plot to reclaim control of the toy company, only to uncover a shattering betrayal that puts them in unimaginable danger.

Can they overcome their dreadful mistake and reclaim the passion, trust and commitment that once drew them together? Or will the greed of an evil man irreparably destroy everything they hold dear?

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Julie gazed around the gymnasium, hoping for a sign of Trevor. During the timeouts, she spied Jason’s blue eyes scanning the stands, searching for his father, too. His broad shoulders and solid frame reminded her of a young Trevor. Her firstborn, a full head taller than most of his teammates, knocked hard on the door to manhood, seemingly overnight.

Trevor was staying away on purpose, she realized, her eyes misting over. His way of getting even because she was leaving on a business trip.

“Hey.” A familiar hand touched Julie’s shoulder, causing an electrifying charge to pulse through her body.

“I was wondering if you were going to show up,” she said with more bitterness than she meant.

She was relieved to see Trevor. She wanted to be near him, touch his face, hold hands like they used to. Instead, she made a snarky comment, driving another wedge between them. Seemed like inflicting hurt and pain became the goal of every conversation they shared recently. Somehow their loving, supportive relationship had turned spiteful and vindictive.

Julie couldn’t put her finger on when things changed, but she knew why. Trevor never understood her need to stand on her own two feet and take pride in something she created. He would never understand how her company gave her a sense of security he never could.

She moved her jacket to make room for him. Instead, he squeezed in between the girls. “Don’t start with me. I work too, you know. I got here as soon as I could.”

“Jason went on a scoring run. He has twelve points, eight from free throws.” Julie allowed her pride to slip out.

“Guess all that time you spent in the driveway teaching him how to draw a foul paid off.”

“Someone has got to be home with our kids,” Trevor said, his words dripping with judgment.

“Nicole, Emily. Go wash that sauce off your hands,” Julie ordered.

“I can just lick them clean,” Emily said.

Nicole stood. “Come on, Em. Let’s go. I think they’re going to fight again and Mom doesn’t want us to hear.”

“We’re not fighting,” Trevor said. “Just go wash your hands like your mother asked.”

She watched the girls head toward the bathrooms.

“They’re right, you know. All we do anymore is argue.”

“Not true. You’re not at home long enough. I can’t believe you have another week-long business trip.”

“I have a commitment to the company and the people who work there,” Julie said in hushed tones. “If you can’t or won’t accept that, then there is nothing I can do to make things better between us.”

About the Author:When she’s not playing with her granddaughters, Pennsylvania native Claire Yezbak Fadden is writing contemporary women’s fiction. Her books feature strong women who overcome life’s challenges, always putting their families first.

There’s a special spot in Claire’s heart for carousel horses – quite possibly the result of watching “Mary Poppins” 13 times as a young girl. She loves butterflies, ladybugs and confetti! Just ask anyone who’s received a birthday card from her.

The mother of three lives in Orange County, California with her husband, Nick and three spoiled dogs.

Claire’s work as an award-winning journalist, humor columnist and editor has appeared in more than 100 publications across the United States, Canada and Australia. Ribbon of Light is the third novel in her Begin Again series. 



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My Totally Eighties Life by Z.A. Maxfield – Guest Blog and Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Z.A. Maxfield who is celebrating the recent release of Hawaii Five Uh-Oh. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the post for a chance to win a box with Hawai’ian Island-related items, valued at $25.00 (US only please).

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Hi everyone! Thanks so much for welcoming me to the Long and Short Review blog for a little teaser of the newest “Plummet” story, Hawai’i Five Uh-oh.

My Plummet to Soar books are a series of affiliated books–super loosely based around Plummet To Soar, a fictional self-help book written by Mackenzie Detweiler. (The man from book one, who fell from a tourist helicopter and lived to tell the tale.)

Each of the books features some person touched by reading Plummet to Soar, whose life has changed because they were forced to rethink what they have and what they truly want.

Today, I thought I’d share five things you might not know about my totally eighties life, beginning with:

1. Stevie Nicks. Seriously. Is there a woman my age who doesn’t love Stevie? Who didn’t try to dress like her. Wear their hair like hers. I get now why the raspy, throaty voice gave me shivers to my toes, but even back in the day I would have called it a major girl crush. I saw Fleetwood Mac in concert, and also caught Stevie Nick’s solo tour. A lot of those songs were thoughtful. The lyrics were poetry. The music, compelling. I was in a California Fish Grill restaurant, just this morning, with the radio tuned to some kind of everything eighties station, and they played “Stop Dragging My Heart Around,” Stevie’s duet with Tom Petty. I told my husband I resented the implication that the healthy diners where we live are all our age – between close to and well past retirement, but it is what it is. Outside, there was a meetup of folks with classic cars, and inside, most of the diners were old enough to have purchased those songs as LPs or 45s.

2. MTV. You know what? A lot of people dug watching music videos back in the day. Everyone still makes them. I watched about a month and a half’s worth of MTV on the Z channel in the early eighties, but honestly? I was never a fan. Unlike listening to music in the background, they were designed to totally engage me. As a child of the sixties, I’d been trained to give a television my full attention, but it was obvious early on that music videos were only commercials and there was no there there. I found them insufferably boring. After the first time, I was done. A few good ones stick out in my mind: “Take On Me”, of course. Anything by Michael Jackson, but “Thriller”, especially. “Hot for Teacher”, by Van Halen because I hadn’t planted my feminist flag yet. Now, the only videos I watch have Beyoncé in them… I’d be embarrassed to say how many times I’ve watched “Lemonade,” all the way through.

3. Jane Fonda and Richard Simmons. I’ve always struggled with my weight, so these two are a natural. Between sparkly headbands, dolphin shorts, leg warmers, and high-cut leotards, I ate it all up. I worked out to their videos, got the stretchy bands and pulleys, and even purchased one of Jane Fonda’s manual treadmills, which turned out to be awesome, actually, something I used for years, and not only for fitness. Once, when my daughter had an elementary school project on statistics and probability, she devised a test where we elevated the machine and one of her brothers ran on it, while another threw buttered toast on the track, and a third recorded the results as each piece fell off the end: Whether it landed face up, or face down. What a terrific, creative way to use that equipment–and yes, it was a statistical dead heat. #Mythbusted

4. Marriage. A pretty girl named Diana got married to a prince in the eighties and then totally dominated the world of style until she passed, tragically young. I had my collection of Di hats until we moved a couple months ago. I know they’ll come back, so hit the thrift stores. They’re out there somewhere. You’re welcome.

5. Sexism. I worked as a computer programmer, which started out to be a really promising place for women in technology. My friend Joanne wrote one of the very first home computer video games. She was even written up in magazines! But programming and gaming became a boy’s club for the most part and women were getting 2/3 of what men earned. Let’s be honest, I don’t miss that part of the eighties at all.

But you know what? Now is such a good time to be alive. It’s the best time ever to be a writer. All the world’s information, art, literature, and news is yours for the push of a button! Sure, you have to be discerning and it’s easy to get confused by misinformation, but would you really rather live before the information age? I sure wouldn’t!

Tell me about your eighties life (or your twenties, whenever they happened.)

Best wishes for a wonderful, drama-free holiday season!

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Sarcastic cop Theo Hsu returns home to Hawai‘i after realizing he wants more from his life, and also, less. He hopes to reconnect with his past and make amends with his mother, who remarried a cool, distant man, leaving Theo unsure where he stands.

It doesn’t take him long to figure out where he wants to stand, though: right next to his childhood best friend, tattooed detective Koa Palapiti. Theo would like to upgrade their relationship, but Koa is putting out some seriously mixed signals. It’s a mystery Theo can’t let go, but just as they start to connect, kidnapping, murder, and a deadly game with international stakes get in the way. Koa wants to keep Theo out of it, and if it comes to a choice between him and Koa’s partner, Freddie Ortiz, Theo doesn’t like his chances.

But even if Koa wants to push him out of the investigation, and his life, Theo still has a few tricks up his sleeve. It’ll take all his special gifts, ingenuity, risk-taking, family ties—and even some kinky undercover work—to save the day… and the man he never should’ve let get away.

About the Author: Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.

If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

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My Top Five Books in the Genre by Kaje Harper – Guest Blog and Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Kaje Harper, who is visiting with us to celebrate today’s release of Fair Isn’t Life. Leave a comment or ask the author a question for a chance to win a digital copy of the book.

My Top 5 Books in the Genre

Thanks for inviting me to the blog to do a Top-5 chat with your readers, as I release my new book. I picked this topic, but really, I should’ve gone with top 5 recipes, or writing snacks. Because if you know me, you know that I love recommending M/M books. I’ve reviewed over 1,000 of them with 4-5 stars on Goodreads in the last 7 years. So… top 5? What was I thinking???

Well, I’m committed, so I’m going with a range of stories that wowed me in different ways. In NO PARTICULAR ORDER. Because yeah, 5 is bad enough, picking a number 1 is impossible.

Whistling In the Dark by Tamara Allen (historical)

This wonderful book gave me real historical flavor from 1919, with lovely character immediacy and connection. Sutton is sweet and honorable and a little lost. Jack is wild and determined and wounded, and carries on with gallant courage behind the mask of not giving a damn. There are moments of humor and moments of sharp poignancy.

Chase in Shadow by Amy Lane (contemporary)

Amy Lane writes guys who get deeper in my heart than almost any other author. This is one of her most intense stories, about a closeted man with a painful past who will break your heart, little by little. But thank God she writes romance, and so at the end of deception and discovery, worry and pain, there is love.

For Real by Alexis Hall (BDSM)

Two men, one older, one younger; one experienced in the scene, one completely new to it; one broken by losing love through no fault of his own, one urgently seeking something he’s never had… and the young, inexperienced guy is the Dom.

His Quiet Agent by Ada Maria Soto (ace character, contemporary)

A lovely, slow, subtle book in which an asexual government agent and a demisexual analyst discover, through nearly silent meals, and moments of stress, that their hearts speak to one another.

Claimings, Tails, and Other Alien Artifacts by Lyn Gala (SciFi, Dom/sub)

This is the best alien-human romance I’ve ever read, because the alien isn’t just a human in purple skin. Ondry has his own culture, his own physiology, and imperatives that complement what human Liam needs in real ways. Wonderful world-building, and believable love.

Honorable mention (because I’ve never met a limit I didn’t just blow past. Even the book I’m here about – Fair Isn’t Life – is 52,000 words into Dreamspinner’s 50,000 word limit 🙂 )
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Erik the Pink by Matthew J Metzger (contemporary, trans, pregnancy, established couple)

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One of the things I love most about M/M is the range of stories. I could have mentioned a wonderful werewolf BDSM by Kim Dare, or historical urban magic fantasies, or one of Harper Fox’s many great contemporary thrillers, or several mysteries. We have stories with autistic MCs, like Jordan Castillo Price’s Mnevermind, or with OCD like Taylor Donovan’s Disasterology 101 or even dissociative identity disorder in Nicky James’s Love Me Whole. And we have straightforward contemporaries like my new release, each one different because the authors and writing and characters and settings are never the same. I love recommending all the good books, and I love writing. I hope Fair Isn’t Life will end up on someone’s favorites list. When a book speaks to even one reader enough to become a favorite, then it’s done what it was created for.

– Kaje Harper
November 2018

Luke Lafontaine survived the past year by not thinking about the father he lost, the dairy farm he couldn’t save from bankruptcy, or his way of life that vanished with the rap of an auctioneer’s hammer. Cleaning up city folks’ trash at the Minnesota State Fair is just another dead-end job. But at the Fair, surrounded by a celebration of farm life, ambitions he’d given up on and buried deep start to revive. And seeing Mason Bell in the parade—gorgeous, gay, out-of-his-league Mason—stirs other buried dreams.

Mason left his hometown for college in Minneapolis without looking back. Student life is fun, classes are great, gay guys are easy to find, but it’s all a bit superficial. He’s at the State Fair parade route with his band when he realizes a scruffy maintenance worker is Luke, his secret high school crush. Luke should be safely home working on his dad’s farm, not picking up litter. Mason wishes he hadn’t fallen out of touch. He’s an optimist, though, and it’s never too late for second chances. Now he just has to convince Luke.

Kaje Harper – Bio
I get asked about my name a lot. It’s not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old nickname. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to admit (*whispers – forty years*), mostly for my own entertainment, usually M/M romance (with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi…) I also have Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)

It was my husband who finally convinced me that after all the years of writing just for fun, I really should submit something, somewhere. My first professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out from MLR Press in May 2011. I now have a good-sized backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon bestseller The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact. A complete list with links can be found on my website “Books” page.

I’m always pleased to have readers find me online.

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Burning Britely by Deidre Huesman


Burning Britely by Deidre Huesman
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary
Length: Short Story (121 pages)
Age Recommendation: 14+
Heat Level: Sweet
Rating: 4 Stars
Reviewed by Astilbe

With Jeff Young’s fantastic grades, he should be a great tutor. But he’s terrible with human interaction. “You’re an asshole,” is not a unique phrase to him. Jeff’s all right with that. His past proves most people are assholes.

Even with his reputation, he takes it too far when he uses a textbook to save the track star, Braeden, from a goose attack. Braeden is everything Jeff is not. Tall. Charming. Has 20/20 vision. And would never, ever wipe his mouth after a girl kisses him.
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Braeden insists on getting to know Jeff. Jeff vacillates between wanting to know him and wanting to punch him in the mouth. Then he discovers the darkness rippling beneath Braeden’s deceptively easy-going persona. As Braeden confides his secrets, Jeff does the one thing that’s socially suicidal:

He falls in love with the very popular, very straight Braeden Britely.

Not every problem comes with an easy solution.

Jeff was a complex and intriguing character. There were times when I was annoyed by his flaws, but that was actually a good thing. He felt like a real person to me because of them. His behavior did have a negative effect on people in certain scenes, but there were other instances where his strengths brought out the best in him. I enjoyed seeing him from so many different angles as he showed off the full range of his personality.

It would have been helpful to have more time spent developing Jeff and Braeden’s relationship. I loved the idea of them as a couple, but there wasn’t quite enough flirtation between the two of them to give me hope that they might end up together. Instead, they danced around the topic for longer than I would have liked to see. If there had been more romance in the plot, I would have chosen a much higher rating than the already good one I picked for this book.

The subplots complemented the main storyline nicely, and I was pleasantly surprised by how much was going on with the characters in this book in general. Not only was Jeff dealing with multiple problems, so were the people he spent the most time with as well. Ms. Huesman balanced out all of their conflicts beautifully, though. The pacing was consistently strong and there was always plenty of space to explain the newest developments in everyone’s lives.

I’d recommend Burning Britely to anyone who has ever seen a bad habit get the best of them.

My Take On Critique Groups by David Allan Hamilton – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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My Take On Critique Groups

So you’ve written a poem or a short story or a chunk of your novel and you’ve heard it’s important to get some feedback from experienced writers to make sure you’re on the right track. You find a meet up group of writers in your neighborhood getting together to critique each others’ work, so you gather your courage and head on down.

When you get there, you find there are twenty people in the room. The organizer says each person who wants to share has no more than 5 minutes, and any and all feedback must be given concisely in order to get everyone through.

When your turn comes, you begin reading your short story—a wonderful science fiction story about a mutant humanoid in a post-apocalyptic world. Within moments, you hear some people talking over there, someone else getting up and leaving to get a soda, someone else anxiously tapping their foot, and before you know it the organizer stops you because you’ve run out of time.

No one has much to say about your story, because they don’t know you, but there’s always that one guy who has advice for everyone, and he’s the one that comes down on you like a load of bricks, suggesting that the world doesn’t need another post-apocalyptic story featuring mutants and whatnot, and that your lead character is flat and your setting is boring.

Has this ever happened to you?

Unfortunately, it can be a common occurrence and the problem is that as writers, we rely on feedback as we go along. We need a group of other writers or readers to let us know whether the story makes sense or not, because we ourselves lose that objective view of things.

The question is: how do you find a group of writers that’s going to be encouraging, open, fair, kind, and helpful?

I have to admit, as an introvert, I’m not big on groups for anything. I prefer individual sports and activities for the most part, and don’t enjoy hanging out with a lot of rowdy extroverts. So perhaps I’m a bit biased when it comes to groups. That said, I also know how important it is to read your work as your writing, to get that instant feedback. I learned that lesson twenty years ago when I wrote my first novel. I had a target of 75,000 words for this novel, and I plotted it out, got myself a regular writing time, and put down 60,000 words or so. Then, I read the story back to myself and I realized my protagonist was a jerk. Oh boy. This would either require a major re-write or a major flush job. I ended up putting it away and it has not seen the light of day since!

That’s the kind of problem you could encounter if you do all your writing in complete isolation.

So, if we agree that our stories will be strengthened through a discussion with a writing group, where can you find one that will actually be helpful?

For starters, stay away from meet up groups. You don’t know these people and they don’t know you, so there’s absolutely no trust involved at all. Another group to stay away from is your friends and family (with some exceptions). They will generally love whatever you write, so you won’t get helpful feedback from that group either. But, you don’t need a lot of other people to get started. In fact, you don’t even need other writers. What you really need are active readers who understand plotting and character development. One or two of your friends or family may fall in to this group. If they do, and you want to share your story with them, be sure to tell them exactly what you’re looking for: what parts of the story work, which ones don’t, and are there any suggestions for making the story more effective?

The other thing I would do is join a writing workshop or course. You’ll often find like-minded writers there, and because you generally meet several times, you’ll come to know the others and figure out which ones you can trust. Approach them and see if they’d like to get together for a discussion of writing. Set the ground rules before hand, and you’ll enjoy a very helpful get together.

America has splintered into various independent republics after a brutal civil war. Against this backdrop, space exploration is on the cusp of new technological breakthroughs. Jim Atteberry, a mid-30s English professor at City College in San Francisco, spends his free time listening for alien signals on the amateur radio astronomy bands. His life as a single parent to his precocious daughter is turned upside-down when he hears an intelligent cry for help from the Ross 128 system and realizes we are not alone. This signal unleashes a chain of events pitting Jim and his brilliant, mysterious colleague Kate against a power-hungry scientist with his own secret agenda. Jim must learn the truth about the signal, the strange disappearance of his wife Janet, and the meaning of true love before it’s too late in this first contact thriller.

Enjoy an Excerpt

“How long does it take a subspace signal to travel from Ross 128 to Earth?” he asked.

The machine responded verbally. “Twenty-two minutes, 13.4 seconds with current subspace technology.”

Atteberry recorded the time on his notepad, then looked at the screen. “Is there any history of alien signals coming from Ross 128?”

“Negative. Although in 2017, unknown signals from that system were received at the University of Puerto Rico at Arecibo. They were later dismissed as Terran satellites.”

Ghost signals. That happened sometimes due to the multitude of satellites orbiting Earth back then, and now around the moon and Mars. Signals would bounce and echo off them all the time, like ripples in a pond bouncing off rocks and plants.

“Speculate as to the origin of this signal if it’s a ghost.”

“Ready.”

“Proceed.”

“If the signal is a ghost, it is most likely an artifact of the Second American Civil War circa 2070. The Northern Democratic States and the Confederate States often used ghost signals as decoys to confuse enemy communications.”

So that’s it, Atteberry thought, he’s been chasing old civil war ghosts. Yet the question of subspace remained, and, as far as he knew, neither side in the civil war used the emerging FTL technology. It wasn’t sufficiently developed until after the new republics separated.

“What is the likelihood that these Ross 128 signals are satellite ghosts?”

“0.02 percent.”

“What’s the probability the true source is the Ross 128 system itself?”

“74.8 percent.”

Atteberry leaned forward on his workbench and realized the results were inconclusive. “What’s the probability that these signals are naturally occurring… a pulsar or a quasar for example?”

“Zero percent. The signals are artificially produced with slight variations in pattern frequency, suggesting unknown transmission methodology.”

“Human?”

“Improbable. There are no known humans in the Ross 128 space.”

Atteberry feared asking the next question; he swallowed hard. “Alien?”

“99.8 percent probable.”

About the Author:David Allan Hamilton is a teacher, writer, and multipotentialite. He is a graduate of Laurentian University (BSc. Applied Physics) and The University of Western Ontario (MSc. Geophysics). He lives in Ottawa where he facilitates writing workshops and teaches. When not writing, David enjoys riding his bike long distances, painting, and knitting.

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