Change of release plans for The Bodyguard’s Vessel!

Hi! Oh wow. So, My plan for The Bodyguard’s Vessel was to submit it to Amazon on the 10th of November for release on the 14th.

But now, to my immense surprise I have been accepted for a BookBub Featured Deal for Earl Hathbury’s Vessel on the 2nd November! 🥳

BookBub sends out newsletters to hundreds of thousands of subscribers and their ‘Featured Deal’ recommends a book that is on sale or temporarily free. They are fussy about what books they promote, so being accepted for one has near mythical status amongst writers! 😂

So with that happening on the 2nd, I wanted to have The Bodyguard’s Vessel available for pre-order, as it is the next in the series.

Now, I was going to price The Bodyguard’s Vessel at $0.99 from the 10th to the 14th, as a special thank you to my lovely newsletter subscribers. The thought being that I would tell them about the special release price and they would have a chance to get it before other people knew it was out.

But now it’s going to be $0.99 / £0.99 from the 2nd to the 16th November, so newsletter subscribers will still have time to get the deal when my newsletter goes out on the 14th.

It will be $3.99 / £3.99 from the 17th.

TL:DR The Bodyguard’s Vessel will be available for pre-order from the 2nd November. It will be released on the 14th & will be priced at 0.99 until the 16th 🤣

Sneak peek of The Bodyguard's Vessel!

 He teetered to the edge of the pool.

“Eban, no! You are too drunk.” I said sternly, putting all my alpha authority into my voice. He needed to listen.

He glared at me in clear indignation and poked me in the chest. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“Yes, I do.”

His eyes narrowed. “Why? Because you are all brooding and gorgeous and kind in bed?”

I stared at him. Kind? I didn’t think I had been kind. I’d been far too horny, far to stupid to be truly kind. I hadn’t figured it out then and had mostly thought he was acting strange because it was an effect of being ripe. If he thought that last night had been kind, what on earth was he used to?

Whatever he saw in my expression, he clearly didn’t like. He huffed in annoyance and stepped back away from me before losing his balance and falling into the pool with an almighty splash.

The pool probably wasn’t deep. It was likely he could stand up in it. Or that the shock would sober him up, and if not he was such a graceful little shit he probably could swim whilst stupidly drunk.

I didn’t wait to find out. I dived in after him, fully clothed. I found him quickly under the water and pulled him into my arms. The pool was shallow enough for me to stand up in, holding him in a bridal carry. I stared down at him. Under the water he had flung his arms around my neck. He didn’t remove them. Just stared up at me as water streamed off of him.

I reflexively tightened my grip on him. My wolf never wanted to let him go. ‘Mine,” it insisted. Except he wasn’t mine. He was Hyde’s and that was never going to change. 

The pool was heated but the air was chilly.

“Let’s get you inside and dried off before you catch a cold,” I said, when there were so many other things I wanted to say.

He stared deep into my eyes. An intense look in his gaze as if he wanted to say things too. I waited with bated breath, but after a long tense moment he merely sighed and rested his head against my shoulder. That small trusting gesture, made my heart go crazy.

I carried him out of the pool and down the stairs. All the way to his room. I only wished I could keep on walking and carry him out of the house and out of his life.

But he wasn’t mine and I could not keep him.

Coming November 14th!

Cover reveal for The Bodyguard's Vessel! And How to Romance an Incubus is out tomorrow!

 Here is the cover for The Bodyguards Vessel!

This book will be released on the 14th November after a very short pre-order (4 days) 

Here is the blurb

Some would say Lord Eban du Fray was a spoiled brat.

Born into the British nobility and married to a lord, he has never had to work a day in his life.

Instead he drinks, parties and sleeps around. Much to his husband’s disgust.

But Eban is a vessel, a person who grows and absorbs magic within them, and his husband is a mage. As with all mages and vessels, his husband takes his body, to take his magic.

This arrangement, combined with Eban’s dazzling beauty, ensured that Eban’s husband tolerated his bad behavior.

Until now.

Alpha wolf shifter Bastion is happy to be paid a ton of money to keep a spoiled brat in line. Keep him safe. Stop him sleeping around. Make him behave. Easy money.

He knows the brat seduced his last bodyguard and that he has been hired as no human would sleep with a dog, not even the reckless Eban du Fray. Bastion can take the insult for the money.

Bastion expects to find a vain, selfish brat, bored in a loveless arranged marriage.

He doesn’t expect to uncover something far darker, or that beneath Eban’s dazzling exterior is a soul that shines far brighter.

But he can’t let himself fall in love. Eban is married to a powerful, dangerous man who is not going to let him go.

Falling in love with Eban will only lead to tragedy and heartbreak. Bastion must resist, must stay strong. 

Or will he sacrifice everything for the man who is carelessly stealing his heart?

The Bodyguard’s Vessel is a forbidden romance in a contemporary setting. It is modern day regency, but gay, and with magic!

Expect bucketloads of angst, vats of sweetness and a romance that will sweep you off your feet.

I can't wait to share it with you all!

Last, but not least, How to Romance an Incubus is coming out tomorrow, Eek! I don't think releasing a new book will ever stop being nervewracking! I hope people enjoy it.

Until next week, happy reading!

Sneak peek of How to Romance an Incubus

How to Romance an Incubus is coming on the 14th of October! Here is a sneak peek!

There was something in the shadows of my room. My heart started racing and my palms started to sweat as adrenaline raced through me. It was a struggle to keep my eyes on my phone.

I lay there in my bed, scrolling, trying to act like nothing was amiss. I felt like I deserved an Oscar for my performance. I didn’t want my late-night visitor to know I had sensed them. I needed time, time to figure out how to defend myself.

Carefully I reached out with my magic and checked all my wards. They were intact. Shining strongly. How on earth had this thing gotten in? Nothing that meant me any harm should have been able to.

I tried to sense what the thing in the shadows was, what sort of threat was I dealing with? As I felt the thing’s essence, my eyebrows raised in surprise, an incubus? Then the nuances of my earlier thought sunk in, ‘nothing that meant me any harm could get in.’ Therefore, the demon had no ill intentions.

I grinned. My visitor didn’t want to harm me. He was merely a hungry incubus, and as a young single gay guy with a very healthy appetite, who was in the midst of a dry spell, I was so up for that.

Carefully, I put down my phone.

“Hi! You can come out now. I know you are there,” I said.

Memories of last time I had slept with an incubus flowed through me. Mazakie had been gorgeous, sultry, confident, and as sexy as hell. It had easily been the best sex of my life. The things he could do with his tongue had blown my mind.

My visitor didn’t emerge.

“Come on, I know you’re hungry and my magic tastes good. I’m happy to feed you.”

A pair of bright amber eyes appeared first, then my guest slowly emerged from the shadows. I sucked in a breath. He was beautiful. Young, slender, very long dark hair. Smooth pale skin, everywhere, as he was already naked. He was like my wettest dream come to life.

All incubi were incredibly gorgeous, but this one was absolutely stunning. So much so that just looking at him was short-circuiting my brain.

He stared back at me uncertainly. His entire body language was timid and anxious, like he was going to bolt any second. It was nothing like any incubus I had met before. It flared my arousal. Confidence was sexy, absolutely. But something about shy guys just did it for me.

“Hi,” I tried with a warm smile.

I wondered why he was here if he was so nervous of my magic. If he really thought I was going to try to banish him, there was a whole world of people out there to feed from that couldn’t harm him.

He stepped hesitantly closer. His demon energy whirled around him, chaotic and weak and very hungry. I frowned in concern.

“Are you new?” I asked.

Amber eyes stared at me mournfully. He looked so lost, so confused. Slowly he nodded and my heart melted in sympathy. Poor guy.

“Did you get the bastards who summoned you?” I needed to know if he was bound to a master and if the creep was controlling him.

Solemnly the incubus nodded. I grinned in delight. Feeling strangely proud of this stranger. And also selfishly delighted by his answer. He didn’t have a master, there was no potential danger. There was no reason not to have the incubus in my bed.

Slowly I pushed back my covers to reveal my naked body. My cock, already standing to attention as it always did at the faintest hint that sex might be possible.

The incubus’s beautiful eyes fixed straight on it and he licked his lips with the tip of his wet, pink tongue. But he didn’t step any closer.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I whispered softly.

His eyes flicked back up to mine, full of fear and longing. I could tell he wanted to believe me but he was scared. Trapped in a strange realm, all alone, torn from his friends and family in Hell. Yet desperately hungry.