Cover Reveal: Ice by Chris Quinton and RJ Scott

With millions in diamonds at stake, can Jon make Greg see that some things are not worth dying for?

Footloose adventurer Greg Drakowski lives for the moment. Following one lead to the next, Greg crosses oceans at the very hint of treasure. This time his quarry is a cache of diamonds. When he finds himself in the ancient city of Salisbury, home to a thousand valuable artefacts, he’s like a kid in a sweetshop.

Renovations expert Jonathan Ellis inherited his company from his father and grandfather–three generations of knowledge and trade. Focused and hard-working, Jon finds value in recreating the elegance of the past with his own hands, and it will take something – or someone – extraordinary to break into his enclosed world.

When Greg drops into Jon’s lap and drags him along on a crazy treasure hunt, he finds it impossible to refuse him. Even when the bad guys appear and Jon isn’t sure whom he can trust, he knows he has to stand by Greg, if only to save the idiot from himself.

Coming May 2016

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This is a Salisbury story, it can be read as a standalone, but you may want to read Heat first to get a good idea of the sandbox that Chris and I are playing in 🙂

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The Fitzwarren Inheritance Available in One Book

Available today from Love Lane Books.

Book 1 – The Psychic’s Tale by Chris Quinton

Four hundred years ago in rural England, a mob burned two men to death, but not before one of them, Jonathan Curtess, hurled a dreadful curse at the mob’s leader, Sir Belvedere Fitzwarren. The curse has followed the family through the centuries, bringing grief and loss to each generation.

Mark Renfrew is a closeted psychic and openly gay. When his grandmother discovers a family link to a 17th century feud and a still-potent curse, she insists he investigates and do his best to end it. When he travels to the village of Steeple Westford, he meets and falls for Jack Faulkner, an archaeologist. He also meets the Fitzwarrens, who are facing yet another tragedy.

Then Mark learns that the man who cursed them had twisted the knife by leaving three cryptic conditions that would lift the curse, and he knows he has to try to break the curse his ancestor had set.

Book 2 – The Soldier’s Tale by RJ Scott

Corporal Daniel Francis has returned to his childhood home in England to heal; the only one of his unit that survived a roadside bomb. His reasons for skipping medication are based on a stubborn refusal to become an addict, and he is overwhelmed with survivor’s guilt.

Doctor Sean Lester has joined his father’s surgery and when he is held at knife point by a patient high on drugs it is Daniel that leaps to his rescue-much to his horror.

When Sean nearly runs Daniel down in the dark he finds a man who needs help, and resolves to be the person to show Daniel that it is possible to live through guilt and find happiness.

Set against the backdrop of the Fitzwarren family curse, The Soldiers Tale is a story of one man’s fight to find his place in a new world outside of the Army.

Will Daniel and Sean fill the second of three cryptic conditions that can lift the curse?

Book 3 – The Lord’s Tale by Sue Brown

Phil Fitzwarren is surrounded by death and tragedy as a result of the curse imposed on his family by Jonathan Curtess. The estate is riddled with debt, his parents and brother killed and his young nephew and much-wanted heir to what is left of the Fitzwarren estate fights for his life after being born prematurely.

Phil also has to admit that as his friends and family pair off and marry, he is lonely, and maybe a little jealous. He takes his anger and frustration out on the climbing wall, only to be picked up by a gorgeous guy when he freezes twenty feet up.

Lee Curtis is a force of nature, inserting himself into Phil’s life before Phil has time to breathe. But there is the third part of the curse to break, “when the one who seeks in danger is sworn to the landless lord”. Phil realises that Lee is the final piece of the puzzle and the curse which has plagued his family for centuries may finally be broken.

 

Chris Quinton: The Sinclair Selkie

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The short blurb for The Sinclair Selkie – Folk singer Donal MacCraith is touring the Scottish Western Isles, documenting traditional songs and investigating his family history. He meets Niall MacLachlan in Stornoway and Niall invites himself along. He has a secret and an agenda of his own. Meeting Donal is the chance he needs to complete it.

Now, right there I hit a not-so-slight problem – lyrics and copyrights. The titles of songs, old and new, aren’t affected, but the lyrics are, even in traditional songs. Snags can arise with using even the most obscure folk song, and there’s always someone ready to poke their five eggs into the mix. So, knowing that the lyrics of one particular song were important to the plot, and nothing I’d found came anywhere near to what I needed, I decided to write my own.

Not easy, let me tell you. I needed the feel of those slow lilting songs of the Highlands and Islands of Scotland. It had to tell part of a story, and it had to read as if it has been translated from Gaelic to English but still retain some of the musicality and rhythm. Is it a lament? A love song? Who is singing it and why? It’s all there in The Sinclair Selkie…

 

The Calling in of the Waves

 

Come in to me, you white crested waves

and sing to me of my love.

For my heart breaks as each wave breaks

as it rushes to kiss the shore.

Come in to me, and on the ebb,

carry my love to him.

 

Come in to me, you white crested waves

around these cruel, dark rocks.

Black they are, as bleak as my loss,

and I long for my lover’s caress.

Come in to me, and on the ebb

carry my tears to him.

 

Come in to me, you white crested waves

though your cold spray burns like fire.

Sundered am I from my love and from sea,

though my heart will ever endure.

Come in to me, and on the ebb

carry my grief to him.

 

Come in to me, you white crested waves,

come in by storm or by calm.

For I hear his voice in the surf’s deep cry

and the wind is his touch in my hair.

Come in to me, and on the ebb,

carry my love to him…

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American Donal MacCraith is on a road trip along the western coast of Scotland and the Western Isles. His family roots are there, but his main reasons for the extended vacation are the songs and legends. He’s a folk-singer, come to collect some new old material. In Stornoway he meets the Shielingers and Niall MacLachlan. Donal is attracted to Niall, but doesn’t act on it, unable to guess if the man is gay or not. When he continues his exploration of Lewis in his rented motorhome, making for the small crofting community his grandmother left as a young woman, he finds Niall waiting for him on the road just outside the town. Donal invites him along, and Niall leaps at the chance.
Once out on the road, Niall makes a play for Donal, and they begin a casual no-strings relationship, though Donal senses Niall has an agenda of his own. Donal knows their fling won’t last, but that suits him at first. Later, though, he begins to want something more, even though he has the feeling Niall is using him. He’s right, and it’s the clue in the old stories of the Sinclair Selkie Donal’s grandmother had told him. That clue will lead Donal to the startling truth behind the legend, and they’ll both be faced with life-changing choices.

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“What legend?” Niall raised his voice. “You’ve never said anything about it before.” There was a slight edge to his words and his gaze remained fastened on Donal.

“Oh, God,” Pat groaned. “You’ve done it now! Our Niall’s searching for old songs as well, only he’s more specific. He’s fixated on the seal-folk. He’s only been with us a week, but if I had a pound for every time I’ve heard him ask–”

“Shut up.” Fergus grinned. “It’s the legend of the Sinclair Selkie, like in the song, only it’s a mite darker. God, I haven’t thought about it for years.” He settled himself comfortably on the piano stool, and with the ease of a born storyteller, he launched into the tale. “Robert Sinclair was one of the many bastard sons of Ferghal Macauley, got on Agnes Sinclair when Ferghal was visiting Orkney some twenty and five years previously.” Around them, the pub’s remaining customers grew quiet, obviously listening. “Now, it so happened that young Robert was staying a while with his uncle, James Macauley, and Robert liked nothing more than riding out and exploring his uncle’s lands. He was returning from one such adventure at dusk, when he heard a lassie singing down by the shore. Her voice was so sweet and pure it drew him down to the sea’s edge.

“There he saw a young woman sitting among the boulders, combing out her long, long black hair in the light of the setting sun, and her beauty nigh on stopped the breath in his lungs. He immediately fell in love with her and decided she would be his, no matter what may be. When he rode closer, he saw that not only was she naked under the cloak of her hair, but a rich fur mantle lay beside her on the rocks.

“She was a selkie.” He paused for dramatic effect and took a swig of beer.

“Then the young Sinclair did what any man would. He snatched up the sealskin in one arm, the lassie in the other, and carried her away to his uncle’s keep. James gave him land near the sea, and that’s where Robert raised Creagliath, so’s his bride would be close to the waters she loved so much.

“Now,” Fergus continued, “this is where the legend parts from the song. If you’re expecting this tale to end with her bearing his children until she finds where he has hid her sealskin, then takes it back and abandons him and her bairns for the sea, then you’ll be wrong. She never did find it, so she was bound to him until the end of his days. Even his passing did not free her, for though he was dead and buried, he’d told no one where he’d hidden that mantle, not even his eldest son nor his favorite daughter.

“In time, she grew old and faded from the living world, forever bereft of the sea and her selkie kindred, and her half-human sons and daughters could not console her. Where her body lies, no one knows, but it is said her spirit still weeps among the ruins of that once tall keep, as she searches endlessly for her lost sealskin.

“And that, my friends, is the legend of the Sinclair Selkie.” He flourished a bow to acknowledge the spontaneous applause from his audience. “Is that how your folks remember it, Donal?”

“Pretty much.” He smiled, and didn’t mention that his gran knew another ending.

Author Bio:

Chris started creating stories not long after she mastered joined-up writing, somewhat to the bemusement of her parents and her English teachers. But she received plenty of encouragement. Her dad gave her an already old Everest typewriter when she was about ten, and it was probably the best gift she’d ever received – until the inventions of the home-computer and the worldwide web.

Chris’s reading and writing interests range from historical, mystery, and paranormal, to science-fiction and fantasy, mostly in the male/male genre. She also writes male/female novels in the name of Chris Power. She refuses to be pigeon-holed and intends to uphold the long and honourable tradition of the Eccentric Brit to the best of her ability. In her spare time [hah!] she reads, embroiders, quilts and knits. In the past she has been a part-time and unpaid amateur archaeologist, and a 15th century re-enactor.

She currently lives in a small and ancient city in the south-west of the United Kingdom, sharing her usually chaotic home with an extended family, two large dogs, fancy mice, sundry goldfish and a young frilled dragon (Australian lizard) aka Trogdorina.

 

 

 

 

 

Interesting Blog: Chris Quinton – Heat and History

Chris Quinton writes a really interesting post about Salisbury, where Heat, her book with R.J. Scott is based. 

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Serving up passion, family, love and hate, with a side order of arson.

Lewis has lost nearly everything, and now it seems that Devon is here to take the last thing he has left – working in his beloved restaurant, Laurels. But when an arsonist threatens everything Lewis loves, he realizes sometimes everyone has their ghosts, and he discovers an unexpected ally who is prepared to risk everything for him.

Set in the small cathedral city of Salisbury, Master Chef Lewis Mandineau no longer owns the Laurels, the restaurant that had been in his family for generations. Betrayed and robbed by an ex-lover, he’s had to sell to Carnegie Enterprises, an American corporation. That isn’t all Lewis has to contend with. Rachel, his beloved younger sister has been left severely hurt by the car crash that killed their parents, and taking care of her has to be his priority.

Enter Devon Trelawney III, sent to assess the viability of the restaurant and its staff. Devon knows all about family tradition. But he also knows sentiment has no place in business matters, and the Laurels’ potential is swamped by the debts it has accrued. Devon is a hardheaded businessman, first and foremost, but Lewis and Rachel test his resolve in different ways. Soon Devon is forced to admit that what seems like an impossible love can sometimes become something very real.  

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Book of the Day: Dark Waters by Chris Quinton

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Dark Waters by Chris Quinton

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Flein is a wanderer by instinct and need, roaming the known world as the fancy takes him. In the Highland village of Glenfinnan, women have been raped and brutally murdered. The killer is a waterhorse, a monstrous shapeshifter by all accounts. But when Flein meets Donnchadh, first in its equine form, then its man-shape, he knows the waterhorse is innocent. Flein is drawn to the shapeshifter, but he finds it difficult to acknowledge it’s more than a monster.
Donnchadh, though wary, shares the same attraction. They join forces to hunt for the real murderer, but time is short. They must find the killer before more women die. Then suspicion is turned on them and the hunters become the hunted.

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“You made good time.” Brother Aurelius smiled, eagerly accepting the wrapped book. His strong-boned face held the pallor of one who spent too much time inside, crouched over books and scrolls. Though his shoulders were broad, his belly had a slight paunch to it, and his hands were uncalloused. His blond hair was cropped in a neat cap around his tonsure, and his deep-set grey eyes held a serenity Flein could never attain. “No setbacks at all?”

“None. The winds were cooperative from Lindisfarne to Inverness. The roads were passable, just. No robbers, no raiding parties to avoid. But I did meet a waterhorse on the Loch Shiel road.”

Aurelius looked up from his new missal, startled. “A— I’ve followed up many stories, of course, but I’ve never yet seen one.” He sounded envious and Flein smiled. “What was it like?” The legends of the Eldren Aes Sidhe had drawn the monk to this northern land several years ago and as far as Flein knew, they had proved to be more than elusive.

“Beautiful. Splendid. A horse I’d kill armies for. But it didn’t snare me and we came to an agreement, a truce of sorts.”

“Did you see its human form?”

“No, just the animal. A bay stallion with a coat of mahogany and a mane and tail of black silk. With knots in it. The thing was in dire need of a good grooming.”

“I’d love to have been there,” Aurelius said with a sigh.

“There are local tales of it taking a man’s form but no one seems to have seen it, just its leavings.” He frowned, remembering Rory’s account. “Women taken, raped and dismembered, but I’ve heard from one who had no cause to lie that those butcherings were done with a blade, not teeth.” He shrugged, dismissing it. “And so the legends grow,” he finished lightly.

“And not just of waterhorses,” Father Aurelius said, slowly turning the bright pages of the missal. “You’ve heard of the selkie? Supposedly, if a man was to steal their pelt while they’re in their human form, they cannot go back to their seal-shape. Perhaps the same would hold for a waterhorse? Is this a kelpie of the rivers, or an each-uisge of the lochs?”

“There’s a difference?” Flein asked, idly watching the drifting pages.

“Oh, yes. You’d as well compare a feral dog to a wolf. Both are dangerous but one more so than the other.”

“And they eat human flesh.”

The monk nodded. “Or sheep, or cow, fish, fowl, whatever they can catch. Or so it is said.”

“You don’t believe they exist,” Flein said.

Aurelius chuckled. “I’ve not lived your years, my ancient friend, but we’ve both seen strange things. And some legends are real enough, as you well know.”

Author Bio:

Chris started creating stories not long after she mastered joined-up writing, somewhat to the bemusement of her parents and her English teachers. But she received plenty of encouragement. Her dad gave her an already old Everest typewriter when she was about ten, and it was probably the best gift she’d ever received – until the inventions of the home-computer and the worldwide web.

Chris’s reading and writing interests range from historical, mystery, and paranormal, to science-fiction and fantasy, mostly in the male/male genre. She also writes male/female novels in the name of Chris Power. She refuses to be pigeon-holed and intends to uphold the long and honourable tradition of the Eccentric Brit to the best of her ability. In her spare time [hah!] she reads, embroiders, quilts and knits. In the past she has been a part-time and unpaid amateur archaeologist, and a 15th century re-enactor.

She currently lives in a small and ancient city in the south-west of the United Kingdom, sharing her usually chaotic home with an extended family, two large dogs, fancy mice, sundry goldfish and a young frilled dragon (Australian lizard) aka Trogdorina.

RJ Scott Day: The Origins of Love Lane Books

One of the most prolific and successful gay romance authors is R.J. Scott. Today is her day on ukgayromance and I asked her to write a blog on why she set up Love Lane Books.

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At the end of 2012 I found myself in the situation where I was getting back my rights to twenty or so books and suddenly I was self-publishing for real. I set myself up with a company name for accounts purposes and it was easy to come up with the name of the company.

When I was little I went to a school in a town in Essex and it was down a road called Love Lane Road. The school became known locally as Love Lane School, and that name has stuck with me even though I left the school at the age of ten.

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The idea of there being a road to love is kind of apt for the kind of books I write as well, and so Love Lane Books was born.

So that is the name, what about the company itself? Love Lane books started out just as vehicle for my books but I then added my co-written books with Diane Adams and Meredith Russell when they too were released by the publishers. When Diane received back the rights to her Making of a Man series Love Lane offered to publish them, along with her new writing which has been super successful.

Diane is currently writing a book each quarter for Love Lane, and we are also publishing a new book from Meredith Russell. Chris Quinton and I are writing a new series which will be published through Love Lane, and plans are afoot where Amber Kell and I writing a series set around a Fire House in Atlanta.

Love Lane have Erika Orrick as our editor in chief, and have recently contracted three translators to undertake translations to French, Italian and Spanish. Our resident cover artist is the uber talented Meredith Russell who consistently creates stunning cover art.

Love Lane is certainly not looking to become a publisher like the big names, but a small corner where Love Lane can produce beautiful romantic fiction from friends is my space and I like sitting in it!

RJ’s hubby and I are Directors of the company and have recently decided to consider taking on new authors. At the moment it would be invitation only to existing authors, but we may have a call later this Spring that I am considering. So watch this space…

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