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Welcome to the month-long mega tour for Charlie Laidlaw’s newest book, The Space Between Time, due for release on June 20th! There will be fantastic bloggers participating, who will be posting interviews, excerpts, reviews, and other exclusive content!

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The Space Between Time
Expected Publication Date: June 20th, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Fiction/ Dark Comedy

There are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on Earth…

Emma Maria Rossini appears to be the luckiest girl in the world. She’s the daughter of a beautiful and loving mother, and her father is one of the most famous film actors of his generation. She’s also the granddaughter of a rather eccentric and obscure Italian astrophysicist.

But as her seemingly charmed life begins to unravel, and Emma experiences love and tragedy, she ultimately finds solace in her once-derided grandfather’s Theorem on the universe.

The Space Between Time is humorous and poignant and offers the metaphor that we are all connected, even to those we have loved and not quite lost.

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It wasn’t an afternoon that I like to remember, and not just because of my shrieking tantrum. Once I’d calmed down, Mum told me I’d been very silly, because it was all make-believe on a cinema screen. I reminded her that she’d cried when Bambi’s mum died, and that was a film and a cartoon. Mum said that it wasn’t the same thing at all. But I wasn’t being silly because I wasn’t old enough to know the difference between pretence and reality.

Dad had looked pretty dead on the screen. The blood on his chest had looked pretty real. If it had been a different dead person, I would have been OK. Children don’t really know where make-believe ends and the real world begins and, partly because of who I am, it’s remained pretty hazy ever since. I also don’t like to remember that film because it was the moment when I realised that our lives were about to change, and I didn’t know if that would be a good thing.

Sounds strange, yes? Here’s something stranger: I am a child of the sea, I sometimes think, and have done ever since we first moved to live beside it. I feel subject to its vagaries and tempers, with its foaming margins framed against a towering sky. I am familiar with its unchanging mood swings. That’s how I like things; I find the familiar comforting. I find change threatening.

I am the daughter of someone who, not long after that ghastly cinema outing, became one of the most famous actors of his generation and, importantly for me, the granddaughter of a rather brilliant but obscure physics professor. But despite their overachievements, I have inherited no aptitude for mathematics and my father positively hated the idea of his only offspring following in his thespian footsteps. He knew how cruel and badly paid the profession could be. But I still look up to my grandfather, and think of his ludicrous moustache with affection.

Gramps once told me that there are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on Earth. Just think of all those sandpits, beaches and deserts! That’s an awful lot of stars. He then told me, his only grandchild, that I was his shining star, which was a nice thing to say and why I remember him talking about sand and stars. On clear nights, with stars twinkling, I often think about him.

I still believe in my grandfather, and admire his stoic acceptance in the face of professional disdain, because I believe in the unique power of ideas, right or wrong, and that it’s our thoughts that shape our existence. We are who we believe ourselves to be.

I gave up believing in my father long ago, because speaking other people’s words and ideas seemed like a lame excuse for a job, even if he was paid millions, and met the Queen on several occasions. She must have liked him because she awarded him an OBE for services to film, theatre and charity. Charity! Who the hell told the Queen that?

I stopped believing in him one Christmas Day, a long time ago, when he simply didn’t turn up. It wasn’t his presents that I missed, or even his presence, but the warm, fuzzy feeling of being important to him. During that day of absence and loss I concluded that his wife and daughter couldn’t much matter to him, otherwise he’d have made a bigger effort to get home. That Christmas Day, my father was simply somewhere else, probably in a bar, immaculately dressed, his hair slicked back, the object of male envy and the centre of every woman’s attention for miles around.

In that respect, Dad was more tomcat than father, except that by then his territory, his fame, stretched around the globe. I know this: by then he had a Golden Globe to prove it. He gushed pheromones from every pore, squirting attraction in every direction, and even women with a poor sense of smell could sniff him out.

I feel mostly Scottish, but am a little bit Italian. It explains my name, Emma Maria Rossini; my dark complexion, black hair, the slightly long nose, and thin and lanky body. Obese I am not, and will never be, however much pasta I eat, and I eat lots. It also explains my temper, according to some people, although I don’t agree with them, and my brown cow’s eyes, as an almost-boyfriend once described them, thinking he was paying me a compliment, before realising that he had just become an ex-almost-boyfriend.

But mostly I am a child of the sea. That’s what happens if you live for long enough by its margins: it becomes a part of you; its mood echoing your mood, until you know what it’s thinking, and it knows everything about you. That’s what it feels like when I contemplate its tensile strength and infinite capacity for change. On calm flat days in North Berwick, with small dinghies marooned on the glassy water, and loud children squealing in its shallows, it can make me anxious and cranky.

The sea, on those days, seems soulless and tired, bereft of spirit. But on wilder days, the beach deserted, or with only a hardy dog-walker venturing across the sand, with large waves thundering in, broaching and breaking, then greedily sucking back pebbles into the foam, I feel energised: this is what the sea enjoys, a roaring irresponsibility, and I share in its pleasure. We are all children of the sea, I sometimes think, or we should be – even those who have never seen an ocean or tasted its saltiness; I can stand for hours and contemplate its far horizons, lost within myself, sharing its passion. In the Firth of Forth is the ebb and flow of my past and my existence, wrapped tight against the west wind. It is what I am, placid and calm, or loud and brash.

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I was born in Paisley, central Scotland, which wasn’t my fault. That week, Eddie Calvert with Norrie Paramor and his Orchestra were Top of the Pops, with Oh, Mein Papa, as sung by a young German woman remembering her once-famous clown father. That gives a clue to my age, not my musical taste.

I was brought up in the west of Scotland and graduated from the University of Edinburgh. I still have the scroll, but it’s in Latin, so it could say anything.

I then worked briefly as a street actor, baby photographer, puppeteer and restaurant dogsbody before becoming a journalist. I started in Glasgow and ended up in London, covering news, features and politics. I interviewed motorbike ace Barry Sheene, Noel Edmonds threatened me with legal action and, because of a bureaucratic muddle, I was ordered out of Greece.

I then took a year to travel round the world, visiting 19 countries. Highlights included being threatened by a man with a gun in Dubai, being given an armed bodyguard by the PLO in Beirut (not the same person with a gun), and visiting Robert Louis Stevenson’s grave in Samoa. What I did for the rest of the year I can’t quite remember

Surprisingly, I was approached by a government agency to work in intelligence, which just shows how shoddy government recruitment was back then. However, it turned out to be very boring and I don’t like vodka martini.

Craving excitement and adventure, I ended up as a PR consultant, which is the fate of all journalists who haven’t won a Pulitzer Prize, and I’ve still to listen to Oh, Mein Papa.

I am married with two grown-up children and live in central Scotland. And that’s about it.

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Blog Tour: The Stars in Her Eyes by C.M. Albert

The Stars in Her Eyes
C.M. Albert
(Love in LA Quartet, #1)
Publication date: March 26th, 2019
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Reverse Harem, Romance

Love in LA just got a whole lot hotter!

One woman. Three men. Some things are best kept secret.

“Hands down the best reverse harem I’ve ever read!” Goodreads Reviewer M. Simmons

When Creslyn Knight auditions for the role of a life time, she never expects three things:

1. To know the casting director—intimately.

2. To be insanely attracted to the three stand-in actors at the audition.

3. That she’d soon be putting her morals to the test when her resolve weakens.

Acting is in Creslyn’s blood, and she’s focused her sights on one thing: landing the role of a lifetime. But she’s always been told that everything comes at a cost. The casting director names his when he tells her she must make him believe she can surrender to a harem of men, or he can’t justify giving her the lead role.

Determined to prove him wrong and show him she can tap into a passion that deep, Creslyn throws herself into rehearsals. But the fine line between script and reality soon starts to blur, leading her and three men into unchartered territory. The only problem? She has a jealous roommate, a disgruntled mother, and a string of paparazzi hot on her trail, making Creslyn question the cost of everything.

In a world where some things are best kept secret, is the price of fame too high when it comes to the heart?

The Stars in Her Eyes is book one of the Love in LA Quartet and is a new adult, steamy contemporary romance reverse harem LOVE STORY that can be read as a stand-alone or as an introduction to the series. All the heat you’ve come to expect with a reverse harem, AND a storyline worthy of a contemporary romance love story. Finally, the best of both worlds!

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Creslyn nodded, her eyes taking in the chestnut color of his hair more than the upscale modern furnishings that surrounded them. Her eyes fell to the five o’clock shadow that roughed up his jawline, drawing even more attention to its chiseled angles. “I promised Dale I wouldn’t try to corrupt your decision by trying to seduce you,” Creslyn blurted out. She closed her eyes and winced.

Why did I just say that?

Ryder’s throaty laughter filled the office space, but the lighthearted response betrayed the predatory look that filled his eyes. “Yeah, it’s not my thing to sleep with the actors—gets too messy.”

Creslyn nodded, taking the hint. Despite the immediate chemistry that crackled in the air between them, Ryder wouldn’t be dipping in the talent pool. She respected him for it—she truly did. So why did she suddenly feel a little disappointed? She blamed it on the tug in her belly she got every time her eyes landed on that manly-as-fuck jawline of his.

“Well, it was good seeing you again,” she said, needing to get out of his office and put some distance between them. “I don’t want your decision to be personal, either. I want to earn this role on my own merit. So maybe the coffee should wait.”

She turned toward the door. The pang in her stomach called her a liar, but the fire in her heart that led her to follow her dreams was stronger than any physical attraction ever could be . . .

. . . until she felt Ryder’s firm grasp around her bicep, turning her with ease so she was facing him, their chests nearly colliding. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reveling in his familiar scent. What she wouldn’t do to have met him out in a bar after all this time so things could be simpler. So she could bring him back to her place without thought of the consequence to her career.

Ryder lifted her chin so she was forced to meet his smoky gray eyes. His eyelashes were longer and more beautiful than they had any right being. “You’re not just some starlet who’s trying to make it big by blowing the casting director—I know that. As a rule, I never mix business with pleasure.” He lowered his mouth within inches of Creslyn’s, their breaths mingling from the proximity. “But damn you’d be worth breaking the rules for.”

His hand found the back of her head, bringing her mouth just millimeters from his. Creslyn’s lips parted, as if from muscle memory of all the hours spent making out with Ryder in college. She melted into his arms as they wrapped around her, pulling her even closer. She wanted to crawl inside him and taste every inch of his lips, his tongue, his mouth.

Her chest pressed against his, heaving with a sudden aching for him that was palpable. He lifted a thumb to her lower lip, touching it so it lowered, opening her mouth even farther for him—preparing her for the kiss. Their bodies trembled with raw heat, melting against one another. Creslyn closed her eyes, longing to feel the first swipe of his tongue.

She heard him groan before breaking away. He rested his forehead against hers as they both drew in ragged breaths, trying not to set off the fuse that would explode into something they couldn’t stop.

“I need you to have this kind of passion when you’re auditioning, Creslyn,” he said quietly. “I need you to convince me that you could take on three men at one time. In the casting room, you were timid, too sweet. I don’t care how you do it, but you need to tap into and bring this kind of raw heat into the role or I won’t be able to justify giving it to you—and I want to. So bad.”

Creslyn stood back—shocked and confused. Was this why he dragged her to the edge, almost kissed her? To prove a point? She knew she was in unchartered territory with the harem of men she needed to master in the movie, but she didn’t need Ryder to tell her how to tap into passion, for God’s sake.

Her hand snaked out and she slapped him before she even realized what she was doing. Damn him. “I guess I should have believed you when you told me you never mixed business with pleasure.”

Screw the role.

Creslyn picked up the pride she had left and rushed from Ryder’s office. Maybe some things were meant to stay in the past where they belonged. She hadn’t worked her way up this far just to have her ex school her in the art of believable, on-screen passion. She sat in Grady’s car, fuming.

Who am I kidding? she thought. I want this role more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

She pulled her phone out before turning over the engine and started a group text. She’d show Ryder who could master three men.

USA Today Best Selling Author C.M. Albert writes heartwarming romances that are both “sexy and flirty, sweet and dirty!” Her writing infuses a healthy blend of humor, inspiration, and high-heat romance. She’s a sucker for a good villain but is a die-hard believer in everlasting love. In her spare time, she and her husband wrangle their two kids and enjoy spending time outdoors. When not writing or kid wrangling, C.M. Albert is also a Certified Medical Reiki Master, chocolate chip cookie aficionado, kindness ambassador, and seeker of naps.

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Book Blitz: Blueberry Pancakes: The Novel by Anton Lee Richards

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Blueberry Pancakes: The Novel
Anton Lee Richards
Publication date: January 26th, 2019 
Fiction, Contemporary 

Writing songs for a would-be pop star is painful. When young, gay songwriter Duncan falls in love, he writes a love song. When he gets dumped, he writes a break-up song. Luckily for his songwriting career, his love life is a roller-coaster.

When his long-term boyfriend breaks up with him, Duncan finds solace in music. And pancakes, of course. With the help of his sassy diva singer and best friend Marlene, her ex-boyfriend guitarist, and a local music producer, they form a musical dream team to produce songs to pitch to agents, and for Marlene’s promising singing career.

A new guy here, a new guy there, they are delicious distractions, but this drama fuels new and better songs. And that ex? He just won’t seem to go away. But it all pays off when they have their first number one hit with a teenybopper all-girl band.

Not everything in their favorite hangout-a breakfast restaurant called Pancake Heaven-is rainbows and maple syrup. The all-girl band drops them as songwriters, and they squabble with one another over their musical future. Will they find the success they can be proud of?

Blueberry Pancakes is a contemporary gay drama about falling in and out of love, the price of success, and walking through the world with confidence.

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I don’t remember how many couples he introduced me to at this party, and I forgot most of their names. In each case, Christopher introduced me as my Duncan. I never thought of myself as being so much of a catch that somebody would be proud to be with me, the way I felt proud to have Jesse when we were together.

“I need a drink,” I whispered in his ear.

“Just a few more,” he said.

Bradley approached us again, and three more couples followed. We made a circle, and everybody shot off questions in rapid succession. It started off easy with questions about my work and where I grew up, but then developed into an interrogation of whether I owned summer homes and stock portfolios. Was I supposed to feel bad I didn’t? One guy leaned in and asked how attached I was and if I wanted to keep my options open. He wore thin-rimmed glasses that fell down his nose as he raised his eyebrows.

“I’m happy where I am,” I said. I wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not, but I certainly didn’t want to get it on with a guy asking people if they would cheat on their partners after just meeting them.

“You’ll break soon enough,” he said, winking. “When it happens, I’ll be there.”

A flamboyant guy with a pure-white, faux-fur sweater and hot pink jeans chimed in. “I have a brownstone in Lincoln Park. You should come see it sometime. It has a hot tub on the rooftop with a nice view of downtown.” I couldn’t concentrate on remembering his name because the sweater was distracting me.

“I bet you like being the pretty one,” said a voice behind me. Behind me, a drag queen with a Jackie O wig smiled at me. She had really broad shoulders or was just wearing shoulder pads underneath her shimmering black dress. “You’re the pretty one. Don’t act like you don’t know it.”

The notion stopped me in my tracks. Was I? Is that why Christopher was so adamant about calling me arm candy? Jesse was always the pretty one when we were together. I scanned the room and mentally ranked the attractiveness of each person. At first, I hated myself for being so shallow, but then I told myself it was in the name of scientific research. I guessed I would rank decently in this crowd of gay men who ranged from their mid-20s to their 50s. There were so many hotties. I came across a guy standing near the fireplace and figured he was without a doubt cuter than me. He had a nice body and was not afraid to show it off. This was the first time another guy caught my eye since I met Christopher.

“If I were with you, I’d tell you how pretty you are every single day,” said the drag queen. “I’d praise the day someone like me could get someone like you.” She opened her arms to hug me, and I demurred. Where was Christopher to save me?

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Anton Lee Richards is a queer writer from Chicago. In a previous life, he worked in IT. In a previous life before that, he was a songwriter. He lives in Chicago with his partner and his Instagram-star bunny.

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Review: Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan

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Crazy Rich Asians
Crazy Rich Asians
by Kevin Kwan
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Synopsis
When New Yorker Rachel Chu agrees to spend the summer in Singapore with her boyfriend, Nicholas Young, she envisions a humble family home and quality time with the man she hopes to marry. But Nick has failed to give his girlfriend a few key details. One, that his childhood home looks like a palace; two, that he grew up riding in more private planes than cars; and three, that he just happens to be the country’s most eligible bachelor.

On Nick’s arm, Rachel may as well have a target on her back the second she steps off the plane, and soon, her relaxed vacation turns into an obstacle course of old money, new money, nosy relatives, and scheming social climbers.

What I thought
This was not my usual type of read, however, I heard so many good things about it that I decided to give it a try. I found this story to be cute and funny. I was surprised by how much I actually enjoyed reading it.  I liked Rachel but I thought she put up with waaay to much crap before she said anything.  Maybe that is me just having an American attitude but I think she should have said something at least to Nick after the first incident. Nick…I am not sure how he could be so blind to everything that was going on but I guess people can be blind to their family and he should not have left Rachel in the dark the way he did.

Even though I liked this book I am not sure if I am going to continue with the trilogy. There is nothing wrong with these books they are just not a genre that I typically grab for. If the mood strikes and I pick up the second book I will let you know.

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