Book Reveal: A Vigil in the Mourning (Soulbound IV) by Hailey Turner (Exclusive Excerpt Reveal)

A Vigil in the Mourning by Hailey Turner

Series:  Soulbound IV

Publisher: Self-Published

Release Date (Print & Ebook): April 6, 2020

Length (Print & Ebook): 102,951

Subgenre: LGBTQ Urban Fantasy

Warnings: None

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About A Vigil in the Mourning:

The devil you know is never the one you should trust.

Special Agent Patrick Collins is dispatched to Chicago, chasing a lead on the Morrígan’s staff for the joint task force. Needing a cover for his presence in the Windy City, Patrick is ordered to investigate a politician running for mayor. In the lead up to election day, not everything is what it seems in a city where playing to win means appeasing the gods first and the electorate second.

But Chicago brings its own set of problems outside the case: a stand-offish local god pack, a missing immortal, and Patrick’s twin sister. Fighting Hannah and the Dominion Sect provides Patrick with a sinister reminder that some blood ties can never be cut.

Left behind in New York City, Jonothon de Vere finds himself targeted by hunters who will go through anyone to kill him—including the packs under his protection. With a bounty on his head, Jono is forced to make a choice that Patrick would never approve of. Doing so risks breaking the trust he’s built with the man he loves, but not acting will give the rival New York City god pack leverage Jono can’t afford to give up.

When Patrick and Jono reunite in Chicago, Patrick must confront the fraying of a relationship he’s come to rely on for his own sanity. But fixing their personal problems will have to wait—because Niflheim is clawing at the shores of Lake Michigan and the dead are hungry.

A Vigil in the Mourning is a 102k word m/m urban fantasy with a gay romantic subplot and a HFN ending. It is a direct sequel to A Crown of Iron & Silver. Reading the first book in the series would be helpful in enjoying this one.

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Blog Tour: Wrangling a Groom (Marital Bliss #2) by DJ Jamison (Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)

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This comes from the prologue of Wrangling a Groom, when Wyatt and Diego first establish their wedding pact.


Two six-year-old boys sat in a tree together, very much not k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Not like Grandad, who was kissing that horrible Ms. Fletcher beneath the sprawling oak’s branches. Grandad was going to marry her, and then she’d be Wyatt’s grandmother, and she didn’t like kids or horses or anything about ranching. It didn’t make any sense at all, but Wyatt overheard Mama saying that men lost all good sense around a pretty face.

Wyatt looked over at Diego. He wasn’t a girl, but his face was pretty — and he didn’t make Wyatt do stupid things.

“Is Grandad really going to marry her?” Diego asked.

Grandad was really Wyatt’s grandfather, but all the kids around the ranch called him that. Diego’s father was a foreman on the crew, and Grandad said he was the kind of man you could count on to get things done. Wyatt and Diego had been best friends since they could crawl.

“Dunno,” Wyatt said. “Think maybe we should get married?”

Diego’s eyes widened to a comical degree. “Us? But we’re boys.”

“So?” Wyatt said. “At least you’re not horrible. If we make a pact to get married when we’re older, then we won’t have to worry about some awful pretty face coming around.”

“I guess.” Diego sounded skeptical.

“Come on, let’s make a pact. It’ll be fun!”

Wyatt scrambled down the tree, and Diego followed him, just like he always did. They ran past the smooching couple, Ms. Fletcher exclaiming about rude little boys as they flew past. Laughing, Diego shouted, “Race ya to the barn!”

Dust kicked up under their feet as they poured on speed. Wyatt skidded around a corner, Diego on his heels, and they both raced for the spot behind the barn where they hid out to avoid notice and the chores that always seemed needing done.

Diego was gaining on him, and Wyatt threw out an arm to block him. They went down in a tumble, skidding into the building.

“You made me fall,” Diego accused sharply, eyes glassy. “I’m bleeding, see?”

He pointed to his knee, scraped and oozing a hint of blood. Wyatt checked himself over, but he was in one piece. Continue reading “Blog Tour: Wrangling a Groom (Marital Bliss #2) by DJ Jamison (Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)”

Blog Tour ~ Into The Deep by Amara Lynn (Review + Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)


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There were no rations aboard the small boat, no sails, not even rows. It was just a plain old little dinghy. Lamark was surely doomed to perish out in the middle of the ocean. The only question was whether he would starve or be shark food.

His absolute failure as a pirate loomed over him like a storm cloud.

He couldn’t swashbuckle, pillage, or plunder. Swabbing the decks, one of the simplest tasks, caused him regular injuries. He couldn’t snarf grog like a regular pirate, unless he wanted to accidentally hurt himself or others.

He couldn’t even swim.

Ramey was right. Lamark really was the Failure Phalen, the most clumsy and mocked pirate on the seas.

That’s how Lamark would be known, were his name to appear in any recountings at all, which he knew was unlikely. No one would remember the clumsy, useless, lowly Lamark.

Letting out a heavy breath, Lamark leaned back in the boat, resting his hands behind his head and pulling his hat over his eyes to keep the sun out of them. He was jolted from his doze when the boat jostled. He yipped and sat up quickly, only to find the dinghy had hit a solitary rock in the ocean. No land around.

When Lamark turned to survey the damage to the dinghy, praying there were no leaks, he gasped at the sight of a person restrained in some netting caught on the rocks.

Wait… Was that a man? He had a shimmering green tail in place of where his legs ought to be.

A merman?

Merpeople were just old sailor’s tales, stories told to young naive sailors and children. Or so Lamark had always thought.

Yet here he was staring right at a merman in the flesh—and fins.

Bits of his hair were matted against his face, partially dry from being above water for so long. His deep, sea blue eyes were wide with fright, and his chest rose up and down at an alarming rate. He was scared to death, the poor mate.

How did he even get into this mess, caught up in these nets and out here all alone?

Lamark pulled his dagger from his belt, and the merman’s pants grew more panicked. He wriggled desperately in the nets, trying to get free. Continue reading “Blog Tour ~ Into The Deep by Amara Lynn (Review + Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)”

Blog Tour: Digging Deep by Jay Hogan (Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)

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“So, tell me about this condition of yours. You said it’s Crohn’s, right?” I mentally ducked knowing this was sensitive ground, but I wanted to understand.

A deep-edged frown chased any hint of that earlier smile from his face and he looked… frankly, pissed. Good.

“Why?” He glared, all those prickly defences locking into position, and I could almost feel the chill settle between us.

I shrugged. “If I’m gonna be shafted because of some disease, I think I at least deserve to know what I’m up against.”

He laughed derisively. “No, you really don’t want to know, and I mean really don’t.”

It was my turn to get pissy. “Why? Think I can’t handle it?”

He snorted and pushed his chair back, eyes black with annoyance.

Oops. Too far.

He side-eyed me with annoyance. “I knew this was a bad idea. Not everything is about you, Caleb. It’s not about what you can handle or not. To be honest, what you can or can’t handle means fuck all to me, and there’s nothing between us that says I have to hang out all my private health shit for you to peruse and pass judgement on, thank you very much.” He made a grab for his jacket.

Shit, shit, shit. Way to screw that up completely. “Whoa. Hey, I’m sorry.” I stood and almost placed a hand on his arm before an icy glare warned me off. I raised both hands instead. “Just don’t storm off, okay. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No kidding.”

“Okay, I deserved that, but we’ve already established I’m an arsehole, right? So maybe a little leeway while I learn to not be such a fucking tool? Please?”

He didn’t immediately leave, but standing there staring at me with a “Why should I even fucking bother with you?” look in his eye, wasn’t precisely a win in my books either. But exactly how much I cared about what his answer was gonna be was an eye-opener. Carmen’s smirk made an unwelcome appearance in my thoughts, and yeah, I wasn’t going to be in a hurry to share this little nugget with her.

Having drawn enough curious looks from café patrons, twitching their beards in curiosity, I chose to sit and wait Drake out, pushing his chair toward him with my foot in some kind of silent offering. He stared at it for a minute, huffed, and then dropped back down with a little more force than I felt was strictly warranted. Not that I was gonna say anything. I’m stupid, not suicidal.

“It was a dick thing to say,” I said.

Drake raised a brow. “Which part?”

I grinned. “All of it, I’m guessing?”

He snorted and shifted his gaze out the window. “It’s a sensitive subject, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

No kidding. “I can see that. In my defence, I wasn’t just being nosey.”

He glanced back, clearly unconvinced, but took his kombucha in hand once again, which I hoped meant I had a minute or two at least to convince him.

“I wasn’t. Look, it’s no secret that I like you. And I think maybe, just maybe, you like me too.”

His expression remained impassive. “And you think this, why?”

“Well for starters we’re here, aren’t we? Surprised the shit out of me. I mean, let’s face it. You’re a bit… ah, spiky…”

He cocked an amused brow. “Spiky?”

Nah, I wasn’t gonna touch that. “… and you could’ve apologised over the phone. You didn’t have to do the whole coffee thing.” I waited, but he just sat there looking flinty and gorgeous. Fucker. He was gonna make me do this the hard way. Well, okay, then. “Just don’t hit me for a minute, okay?”

“No promises.” He took a mouthful of his drink.

“You say you don’t date much,” I continued. “And then you tack on ‘obviously’ like I should just understand that. Well, I don’t. I get that you have this—” I waved my hand around. “—condition? That you need to be up close and personal with bathrooms on a regular basis….”

An almost grin cracked his face before he swallowed it quickly, but I’d seen the chink.

I continued. “I genuinely want to understand.” The simple truth of that surprised even me. “If you don’t want to explain, then fine, we’ll go our separate ways, though I personally think that’d be a shame. Why not educate me? I promise to keep my dickheadishness to a minimum.”

This time I did get a smile and I felt like I’d won the fucking lottery.

He pushed his coffee cup aside, leaned back in his chair, and eyeballed me. “You’re an odd one, Caleb Ashton.”

I grinned. “That has to be a step up from a dickhead, right?”

“A smidgeon.”

My grin widened. “A smidgeon, huh? I’ll take that.”

He laughed and ran his gaze slowly over my face. My cheeks heated under the scrutiny, but I didn’t move a muscle.

He leaned forward to rest on his elbows. “First you tell me what you know about Crohn’s disease.” There was a decided edge to his voice. “You must have looked it up… if you’re as interested as you say you are.” He leaned back again, arms crossed.

If I wasn’t being tested, I’d eat my fucking hat.

“Wow. Tough crowd,” I half joked. “Did I look it up? Yes. But when I started reading, I realised I’d prefer you told me. It read like it’s different things to different people and the websites mostly just give worst-case scenarios.”

“How do you know that’s not me? A worst-case scenario?”

I held his eye. “I don’t. But I figure I’d rather hear that from the horse’s mouth so to speak. It didn’t put me off, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m here, aren’t I?”

He considered that for a minute. “But you read something. So, CliffsNotes?”

“Is this a quiz?” I tried to joke.

He didn’t answer.


I sighed. “Fine. Crohn’s disease. Cause, unknown for certain but there are the usual suspects: genetics, autoimmune responses going haywire, and environmental stuff like infections and such.” I paused.

He nodded. “Go on.”

Really? I thought that was a pretty good effort from memory, and I was about done jumping through his hoops to be honest. “It fucks with your bowel and you have to shit a lot. Satisfied?” I sat back and threw my hands up in the air.

For a second he just stared at me, and I thought for sure I’d blown it. “Shall I just leave now and save you the bother of dropping my arse?”

Butterflies rallied in my stomach as Drake seemed to give the option genuine consideration for more than a few seconds. Then his face cracked into a wide grin and he laughed, loudly. It was the sweetest goddamn sound, and I couldn’t help but join in. After a minute he drew breath and wiped his sleeve across his eyes.

“Well, fuck me, Caleb.” He was still chuckling.

I cleared my throat and took a moment. Go big or go home, right? “If I were ever lucky enough to have that opportunity—” I eyed him pointedly. “—I do understand that it may not be as straightforward as I might be used to.”

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Release Blitz: How to Run with the Wolves (How to Howl at the Moon #5) by Eli Easton (Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Universal LinkExclusive to Amazon and Available to Borrow with Kindle Unlimited

Cover Design: Reese Dante

Howl At The Moon Series

How To Howl At The Moon (Book #1) Amazon US | Amazon UK
How To Walk Like A Man (Book #2) Amazon US | Amazon UK
How To Wish Upon A Star (Book #3) Amazon US | Amazon UK
How To Save A Life (Book #4) – Amazon US | Amazon UK


Zeus loves his job on the Mad Creek Search & Rescue team, and his inner Saint Bernard is finally being used to his full potential. When he sees a mysterious and wild-looking quickened—a dog shifter—at an earthquake site in Alaska, Zeus is compelled to investigate. Zeus falls hard for the primal beauty of Timo and of Alaska itself. Both call to his deep canine soul. But the Qimmig pack’s laws are as harsh as the Alaskan winters, and Timo is out of his reach.

Timo’s pack of dog shifters left their Inuit village generations ago and have lived wild ever since. Not trusting the “one-skinned,” and with their numbers dwindling, the Qimmig are on the verge of extinction. Timo is shocked to discover a whole group of “two-skinned” working as a rescue team, and he is particularly fascinated by Zeus, a gentle giant. He senses what Zeus feels for him… but it’s forbidden.
Can Mad Creek save this lost quickened clan? Perhaps—if they can learn how to run with the wolves.

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Blog Tour ~ Serpent’s Teardrop by Mary Rundle (Guest Post + Excerpt + Giveaway)

Serpent's Teardrop - Mary Rundle

Mary Rundle has a new MM paranormal book out: Serpent’s Teardrop.

The Blackwood Pack saga continues…

This is part of an on-going series by Amazon Bestselling Author, Mary Rundle, and catching up on previous titles is advised. Readers of the past books will enjoy meeting old friends once more as the pack does what it does best ̶ caring for one another and helping shifters everywhere.

Brian, a.k.a. “The Loch Ness Monster” has searched for his Fated Mate in vain for more than 600 years until he scents Reif in the frigid waters of the lake. But his mate seems to be purposely eluding him, so Brian turns to the Shaman of the Blackwood Pack to help find him.

Reif, one of a line of ancient shifters thought to be extinct is drawn to Brian but must focus on completing a mission to free his enslaved people from the clutches of an evil group. Despite his powerful attraction to Brian, he hides from him, believing it’s the only choice he has.

That changes when Reif surreptitiously kisses Brian while he’s sleeping, setting off a chain of events that puts both of them in mortal danger, and the powerful Blackwood pack resolves to help them stave off the wrath of vampires and witches.

Along the way, both Brian and Reif learn some hard lessons about the mutual trust necessary to achieve the happiness and fulfillment both have sought for hundreds of years.

A heartbreaking confession, an action-packed rescue, a riveting courtroom battle and many unexpected twists and turns make this passionate love story by Mary Rundle impossible to put down once you’ve read the first page.

Series Blurb:

Join the journey of the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates – stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure. Each book has two main characters who meet, fall in love, mate and achieve an HEA but the stories also chronicle the continuing saga of the Blackwood Pack. The series is best appreciated by reading the books in order.

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Blog Tour ~ The Purple Method by Victoria Milne (Exclusive Extract + Giveaway)

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“God, Lee’s a slave driver,” Tony grumbled as he hefted another drum case into the ambulance. “Why he couldn’t let us do this tomorrow, I don’t know.”

“He saw the amount of beer we got for the party,” Kyle said as he joined them. “Don’t think any of us are going to be in a fit state to do anything tomorrow.” Kyle yawned.

“Did Sian get back home okay to start letting everyone in?” Max asked.

“She messaged me a couple of minutes back,” Kyle said. “She’s nearly sold all the gear, so Jade’s giving her a lift.”

“You all live together?” Rick asked.

“Guys, this is Rick, friend of Pete’s.”

Rick gave a little wave.

“Hey,” Kyle said.

“Yeah, we do,” Tony said. “Lee and Kyle moved in three years ago, and Sian, what, a year back maybe?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Max nodded toward the club. “Is there much left in there?”

“Na, a few odd bits,” Tony said. “If you want a shower, you’d better go do it now. Your bag’s in the dressing room.”

“Thanks.” Max leaped out of the ambulance and turned to look at Rick. “Don’t let anyone mess up my system. They forget we all need a place to sit.”

“Hey,” Tony said. “That shit was fun. What part of sitting on top of the amps as we drove back to the motel wasn’t fun?”

“The part where I fell on my ass and nearly got crushed. That part,” Max said, clearly trying not to laugh. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Rick was careful to follow his instructions, and it wasn’t long before Max reappeared with dripping hair and dressed in fresh black cargo pants, a tight black T-shirt, and chunky, buckled boots. He was a walking wet dream—a straight wet dream. Rick sighed. Just his luck.

“Come on, Max, we’ve got a party to get to,” Lee called out from the driver’s seat as they all took their spots.

The ambulance choked to life. From where Rick was sitting, near the front behind Lee, he could only see Pete opposite him. Kyle was someplace toward the back, and Tony sat up front with Lee.

“Fuck me, I have a seat,” Max said, and Rick craned his neck to watch him clamber into the back and sit in the one clear space. He gave Rick a small smile as he did so, but then curled up, rested his head on one of Tony’s drums, and closed his eyes.

Rick ignored the excited banter going on around him, choosing instead to watch Max sleep. Max looked so vulnerable, so different from how he’d been onstage.

It turned out that Purple Method didn’t live far from the Torrens Club. The ambulance soon braked hard, rattling, and came to an abrupt halt. Max unlocked the back doors and jumped out. The noise coming from outside almost matched what they’d left at the venue. By the time Rick had scrambled out, Max was nowhere to be seen. A multitude of cars and motorcycles surrounded what looked like a three-floor townhouse on a slight hill, with the open front door on the middle level and steps leading up to it. Hordes of people wearing Purple Method T-shirts headed right for them, and loud rock music blared from the house.

“Looks like Sian’s done a good job,” Kyle said as she waved and hurried over.

“Yeah, it was a great idea getting her to let people in.” Tony patted him on the back. “Don’t want to upset the neighbors by having everyone hanging around outside.”

Rick gaped at him. Tony was serious. Surely the number of vehicles surrounding their place, not to mention the volume of their music, should have also been a concern to him. They must be the worst neighbors ever. He was thankful he lived in a quiet cul-de-sac across town.

Meet Max and Rick in a fun and entertaining summer read about a bunch of crazy-ass heavy metal musicians, a martial arts expert, and loads and loads of really delicious food. Purple Method is out on 9th July!

Are you ready to join the party?

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