Review: Out of My Mind (Browerton University #3) by A.J. Truman

Mac had to be out of his mind.

Completely out of his ever-loving mind to even consider rooming with Gideon. The same guy he kissed during his freshman year who said he was straight. He’s held Mac’s mind hostage for the last two years after running out that one special night. Mac was a fan of social experiments, and this one was going to be a doozy.

Gideon doesn’t sweat anything. He was always two lies ahead of everyone. A master at spinning rock solid alibis to protect the house of cards that was his life. To Browerton University, he’s the popular guy getting over a breakup. To his family…the dutiful and responsible son. But rooming with Mac was bringing up old memories and forming new ones. First, a friendship develops, and then a late night infused with alcohol pushes them into uncharted, benefits-laden waters.

As their sexual experimentation continues, and the lies add up, both of them fight to withstand the feelings growing between them, feelings that could ruin their friendship and topple Gideon’s house of cards for good.

Out of My Mind is the 3rd book in the Browerton University series, but can be read as a standalone. It contains humor, heart, and hot guys. This book is intended for readers 18+.

This book had many of my favorite tropes to read all wrapped up in one super sweet and sexy story.
When Mac and Gideon meet, they are both confused freshman out on their own at Browerton University ready to start a new life. They boys hit it off and when a chat turns into flirting, they take things to the next level. Only this next level took a wrong turn at Albuquerque when an innocent kiss isn’t returned because, well Gideon is straight. Not only is he straight, he’s kind of a dick and tells Mac he is Out of His Mind when he suggests a friendship after the failed attempt at making out.
See, I am a huge sucker for not only unrequited love, but second chances and boys in the closet who take a “sex only” approach to exploring their sexuality who end up falling for their new best friend and fuck buddy. Yup, this book has it all and it made for one hell of a happy ginger as I lapped up this story like a thirsty hiker on the PCT who forgot to fill up at the last aid station and finally finds water.
What? Never mind.
That tragic kiss happens, the boys go their separate ways until two years later when Gideon needs a roommate since he is suddenly single. When a friend of a friend suggests a friend needs a place, the boys meet once again and it’s a bit awkward, of course.
I love that we get dual POV’s in this story. For me, when you have the exploration of a character who thought they were straight or who has interest in both sexes but never went for the one the story involves, i.e. - the “straight boy” who know lusts after his male roommate, I need to know what’s going on in both brains and libidos. We know that Mac has never forgotten that kiss or the remark Gideon threw at him. We know that he is also, suddenly single and while he really doesn’t want to room with a dude who fucked with his emotions all too quickly, the place and price is too sweet to pass up so they boys decide on a trial run and go from there.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had thoughts like these over the years. But he never acted on them, and that’s what mattered. The good son would never do something so irresponsible.
Being the good son was exhausting.

I knew from the first glance Gideon has of a shirtless Mac he was going to be a joy to read. I said earlier, I have a soft spot for boys in the closet and Gideon was a classic case with an added bonus of familial guilt on his shoulders. He is the youngest of two brothers with a single Jewish mother who tells him over and over again how is the “good son” and after his father’s death, it’s truly want Gideon wants. But the fight over being “good” and the fight over being his true self begins early.
Like all embarrassing, soul-crushing moments, it loved popping back into his mind at the most random occasions, usually when Mac was already feeling down on himself. It was the cherry on top of a crappy mood.
And then there were those times when Mac thought about that night, but with an alternate version that didn’t have them stopping.

Mac, by dear Mac.  You were a mess of a boy in so many ways but so strong once we learn your back story. To know why you left home, to go through your losses with you and to watch you find your strength as you learn to fight for yourself only to have to fight in a new way was nothing short of heartbreaking. To know that you had a thing for Gideon all this time and still tried to be friends with your “straight” roommate and then attempt to attend Geology class with him and have boundaries… sigh. Boy oh boy did I love each time I got into your head even though you gave me a bit of angst.
This was what he did. Lies on top of lies. Giving the people the stories they wanted.

The amount of lies Gideon tells to keep his secret, to keep himself safe became exhausting. Not in the way that you want him to tell the truth, which I totally did, but the mere fact that he had to come up with them, had to categorize and catalog them so they didn't fail or become tangled made me so tired. I just wanted to wrap him up, make him mac and cheese and tell him that it gets better. I cannot imagine living the way he did for so long and trying so hard to make sure no one knew. I love that his brother Noah was positive in his life and I am so grateful that this wonderful young man is who he is and made the right choices at the end.
This was fun and does has a few darker moments to deal with. Though they are present, they lend to the story to provide growth for the characters when needed. I will admit the last bit was a tad over the top and I wasn’t exactly keen on a few things because they didn’t add up, at the end. But I am happy with how it all turned out.
So, yeah. I really liked this. As I have only read book one in this series I can tell you this works fine as a standalone thought it was nice to see Ethan and Greg for a few seconds.
I look forward to reading the other books in the series and to the new one coming out in 2017. Browerton University is proving to be a setting I truly appreciate.

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Review: Overexposed (In Focus #4) by Megan Erickson

Love runs wild on the Appalachian Trail in the latest from the author of Out of Frame and Focus on Me...

Levi Grainger needs a break. As a reality show star, he’s had enough of the spotlight and being edited into a walking stereotype. When he returns home after the last season of Trip League, he expects to spend time with his family, only to learn his sister is coming back from her deployment in a flag-draped casket. Devastated, Levi decides the best way to grieve will be to go off grid and hike the Appalachian Trail—a trip he'd planned to do with his sister.

His solitary existence on the trail is interrupted when he meets Thad, a quiet man with a hard body and intense eyes. Their connection is stronger than anything Levi has ever experienced. But when Levi discovers the truth about what Thad is hiking to escape, their future together looks uncertain, and uncertainty is the last thing Levi needs...

Grieving his deceased sister, former reality star Levi Grainger decides to hike the Appalachian Trail, which he and his sister had been planning to do. He craves the quiet and solitude the trail brings. That is until he spots a man in the middle of the night sitting on a rock and staring at the moon. When the man makes room for him on the rock, Levi finds himself drawn to him.

After running into each other again, the man, Thad, invites himself to hike with Levi. Thad doesn’t say much and broods most of the time, but Levi welcomes the company. As they work their way through the trail, Thad slowly reveals more of himself. Levi and Thad begin falling for each, but the real world beyond the trail is full of hurdles that they’ll have to overcome.

‘Overexposed’ works great as a standalone. I haven’t yet read the other books in this series, and I didn’t have any trouble.

It would be hard not to love both Levi and Thad right off the bat. With the story told from his POV, I could feel Levi’s grief every time he thought of his sister. And while Thad’s story is revealed more slowly, it was clear from the beginning that he had his own demons that he was dealing with.


The only window we get into Thad’s thoughts are a few texts he sends to someone identified only as ‘M’. However, those texts were enough to feel how lonely Thad was, and how much being around Levi gave him hope.

Levi and Thad become friends before becoming lovers, which I really liked. It happens slowly, as the two hike the trail and share bits and pieces of themselves with each other. This is one of those books where you really get to see the characters fall for each other.

And underneath the slow discovery was a sexual tension that leapt off the pages. The UST was killer! I was anxiously waiting for the two to give in. And once they finally did, it was hot.


However, both Thad and Levi have their hang-ups, which almost ruin their budding romance. When it looked like the two might not make it, my heart hurt along with them. But they do pull through, and it’s in a spectacularly romantic fashion.

“You don’t have to be perfect. Perfect’s boring...But you’re perfect for me. You fill in all of my cracks, all the places where I’m not whole. I can only hope I do the same for you.”

“You do. You so do.”

‘Overexposed’ has it all - two complex and well-developed characters, a sweet and heart-grabbing romance, a fair amount of angst and emotion, and the kind of well-written storytelling that will capture your attention.

I’d definitely recommend this book for all lovers of MM!

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Review: Tied Up In Knots (Marshals #3) by Mary Calmes

Miro Jones is living the life: he’s got his exciting, fulfilling job as a US deputy marshal, his gorgeous Greystone in suburban Chicago, his beloved adopted family, and most importantly, the man who captured his heart, Ian Doyle. Problem is, Ian isn’t just his partner at work—Ian’s a soldier through and through. That commitment takes him away from Miro, unexpectedly and often, and it’s casting a shadow over what could be everything Miro could ever dream of.

Work isn’t the same without Ian. Home isn’t the same, either, and Miro’s having to face his fears alone… how to keep it together at the office, how to survive looming threats from the past, and worst of all, how to keep living without Ian’s rock-solid presence at his side. His life is tied up in knots, but what if unknotting them requires something more permanent? What would that mean for him and Ian? Miro’s stuck between two bad choices, and sometimes the only way to get out of the knot is to hold tight to your lifeline and pull.

Reading a book by Mary Calmes is like being the passenger in a car being driven by Mario Andretti.  The only thing you can do is hold on, enjoy the ride and hope you don’t end up in traction by the end.

But, man!  What a ride it is!

It’s been a year since all the shit in book two went down and Miro is on loan to the DEA in San Francisco while Ian is on deployment.  So, of course Miro is up to his eyeballs in the shit again.  The man just can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble.  I’m going to pause here for a minute because that beginning… whoa!  At 1% I knew this was going to be a five star read.  Just 1%!  That was the beginning to end all beginnings.  It was so unexpected and just fabulous.  I may or may not have done a little happy dance.  There’s a reason why Mary Calmes is one of my most favorite authors and beginnings like that just reinforce that reason.

We get into the heart of the story once Miro arrives back home in, you guessed it, Chicago.  Ian’s on his way home from his mission and Miro’s about to pee himself from excitement.

And so begin the shenanigans.

Can I just say how much I loved reading this book?  It was nonstop action the whole way through; jumping from one crisis to the next.  My ADD brain ate it all up like it was a steak and lobster dinner.  And, to make it even more exciting, mixed in amongst all the action was quite a bit of feels.  It seems that the honeymoon phase is officially over with Ian and Miro so now they have to learn how to actually be together without killing one another.  Now, that’s not to say there was no passion because the passion was there in spades.  Just about burned up my screen with all the heat.  The Fuck Truck was officially driven to Pound Town, my friends.  Repeatedly.  But a rough and tumble fuck session does not a relationship make.  There was quite a bit of relationship development in this installment too and I loved that we got to go through it with them.  

And Mary (who I not-so-secretly call my crack dealer) couldn’t write a book without the cray-cray.  And let me tell you, there’s some seriously fucked up craziness in this book.  Creeped me right the fuck out!  You thought Landry was nuts in Mine?  He ain’t got nothin’ on the psychopath in this book.  I was scared that Miro wasn’t going to get out of the shitstorm this time.  Mary’s been known to go dark so I read a lot of this with my heart in my throat and at one point I had to put my phone down and take a few breaths before I could screw up enough courage to read on.

I was thinking about going more in depth with a few of my favorite moments from this book but I don’t think I could say anything without spoiling the book.  I will say, though, that the cameos were flippin’ fantastic.  Every time there was a cameo I squeaked a bit and drummed my feet on the floor in excitement.  

Honestly, if Mary Calmes stopped writing I think I would die.  Or at least cry bucketfuls of tears.  There would be some serious sobbing and most likely snot would be involved too.  This author is my crack and I need my fix, dammit!  I don’t know what I would do without her addicting words.  To paraphrase my first love, the magnificent uber-alpha Logan Church, I can’t live without her.  

She’s like cheese.

Find it at Dreamspinner Press and on Goodreads!

An ARC was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Blog Tour + GIVEAWAY: The Harbinger by Keegan Kennedy

Keegan Kennedy has dropped by to promote "The Harbinger" with an Excerpt, Author Interview, Teasers and GIVEAWAY! Enter in Rafflcopter below! Keegan Kennedy is giving away 2 ebook copies of The Harbinger to 2 lucky people!

The Harbinger was born, in part, from growing up in the 1980's. At that time, our culture was plagued by fear. It was everywhere--on the news, in conversations, in nightmares... As I think back, nuclear war was often presented by the media as a likely event. In retrospect, I now see it for what it was... Reagan-Era propaganda that was meant to keep everyone scared shitless. Unfortunately, things haven't changed too much... But it wasn't just the media. Every other movie out there, it seemed, were full of slashers and killers, wars and disasters, and the end of the world. My favorites of these movies were always the huge Hollywood disaster flicks with fabulous all-star casts. Gloom and doom and the fantasy of starting over are common themes that endlessly fascinate us. And, of course, we're still in the grips of our zombie obsession.

My background is in gay romance and erotica. As a fan of post-apocalyptic and Sci-Fi fiction, I've noticed the glaring absence of major gay characters. Usually, they're resigned to be comic sidekicks, minor characters with occasional one-liners, or characters unable to defend themselves. Two of the four major characters in The Harbinger are gay and are portrayed in a realistic light, as flawed people who are just like anyone else--fighting to survive. Of course, there are some zombie-type creatures, but my "creepers" aren't like anything I've read before. It would be incorrect to categorize this as a "gay" or "zombie" book because there's much more going on... I wanted to express a different point of view that is lacking in most post-apocalyptic books. Instead of jumping into the middle of the story and telling how the world fell apart in a flashback, lasting for maybe a page and a half, which is fine for some writers and fans, I wanted to do something different. I wanted to examine and watch the world fall apart through the eyes of the characters and attempt to convey the emotions they experience. So The Harbinger begins with these characters living their lives with their own sets of issues and problems. Before they know it, their worlds have been annihilated and they face these extraordinary circumstances.

It starts as a whisper, barely audible.

Rumors. Paranoia. Conspiracy theories. Subterfuge.

Like lightning, the plague moves across the globe, spreading out in all directions. When the naysayers can no longer ignore the wails and moans of the dying, the Harbinger will already have them by their throats.

But the end is only the beginning…

Discovered in the Alaskan permafrost, the ancient virus was reanimated and genetically-altered. The new strain showed great promise in curing many of mankind’s afflictions. When the specimen fell into the hands of the Russian theocracy, their inept scientists attempted to create a biological weapon—a weapon that outsmarted them.

Now, the androvirus is a deadly airborne plague, conquering the world in a matter of days. With a communicability of 100% and a mortality rate of over 90%, there is no immunity. For the survivors, who can suppress the virus, there is only change. A few adapt, but most become walking, talking gray horrors with an appetite for flesh.

Primarily set in the American city of Memphis, four loosely-connected strangers, caught up in their lives, find their worlds annihilated by the swiftly-moving plague.

Alex Connelly is a wealthy, young executive, living an idyllic life with his pregnant wife, Madison. Kirk Foster is a self-absorbed aging gay man, desperate to hang onto his youth and sex appeal. Meredith Brinkley’s on-going war with breast cancer takes a turn for the worse, and she faces an impending double mastectomy. Logan King is a closeted baseball jock, playing for a minor league team while coming to terms with his true identity. And only together will they survive...

No gas stations seemed to be open along Highway 51, and the Mercedes’ engine was starting to sputter.
He spotted a road junction ahead and a sign towering over the trees, reading: Elmer’s Pick & Pay.
Please let them have gas and please let them be open!
Kirk’s gaze fell to the loaded Glock on the passenger seat. The gun, a gift from his father two years before his death, had already come in handy, and he had a nagging suspicion he’d need his gun again soon.
When his SUV cleared the trees, Kirk saw the gas station on the right side of the highway. He wasn’t sure if the store was open or not, but from the woman and small child running from the front door with their arms full of snack foods, it appeared the place was open for business—in some capacity. Even if the gas station was closed, the SUV wasn’t going to make much further, so this place was his last resort.
Kirk pulled into the gravel parking lot and came to a stop next to a prehistoric-looking set of gas pumps. He spotted the ‘Open’ sign on the door.  
Briefly, Kirk’s gaze returned to the woman and child running down the road. They were now a good five hundred feet down the highway rushing toward the town of Sardis as fast as their legs could carry them. Then Kirk became aware of it again—this strange sense of foreboding—so he hesitated, carefully scanning his surroundings.
In the parking lot, there was a dusty old Ford truck and a 1970’s Chevy station wagon; both vehicles looked like they’d not been driven in decades. There was a dead dog in the gravel near a line of trees, and half a dozen newer cars were haphazardly parked in the lot. When he looked closer at the newer cars, he saw that many of the occupants were still inside.
This is some fucked-up shit, he thought with adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Opening the car door, Kirk grabbed his Glock and tucked it under his shirt. As the outside heat engulfed him, he was racked with a peculiar mixture of apprehension and premonition.
Something isn’t right.
Straightening his short but stout body, Kirk stepped forward, undeterred.
As he passed a Honda Civic, a hacking cough and a low moan greeted him. He stopped and spun toward the car. Mashed against the rolled-up glass, an alabaster face watched him. Seeing Kirk, it emitted a more urgent moan as cloudy eyes stared up into his. This was no alien creature or horror movie ghoul watching him; this was a woman—a very sick one. Her skin was nearly translucent and her nose flattened against the glass made her resemble a nightmarish hog. A pink concoction of blood and snot was running from her nose and crusting on the window.
“Help me,” her haggard, gurgling voice pleaded. She sounded as if she were drowning. “Please.”
Yes, she’s sick, and yes, she’s suffering, but the only help I can give her is a bullet to the brain. And I won’t kill an innocent person!
This is so fucked-up! This is so fucked-up! This is so fucked-up!
Just look away. Just keep walking.
Kirk turned his head and pushed her from his mind.
He walked into the store, his senses on high alert. Dim, flickering lights illuminated the shadowy interior of the country gas station. Rustic, the store had dusty old plank floors. Two center aisles were flanked by wooden shelves and drink coolers. An old woman was behind the counter. With unkempt gray hair and a dazed look in her foggy eyes, she was propped up beside the register, her body trembling and her cheeks pink with fever. She wore a t-shirt with the indifferent face of a cat on it. The shirt was crusted with vomit and blood that had leaked down her chin. Kirk could hear the subtle hum of a small motor and realized she was running a generator. The front of the store was bright from the sun coming in through the windows, but farther back the place fell into shadow.
For a long, unnerving moment, Kirk and the old woman stared at each other. Her expression was bewildered and confused. “You’re not sick,” she finally said in a tremulous voice, her eyes trying to focus harder on him.
“No,” Kirk replied, “so far, I’m not.”
“Praise God!” she croaked. “Maybe this plague won’t kill us all!”
Kirk had no idea what to say to her, so he forced his mind back to the task at hand. “Do you have gas?”
She nodded. “I’ll give ya six gallons.” Before he could seek clarification, she continued. “I lost my husband ‘a fifty-seven years last night,” a stray tear fell from her left eye, “and until this flu kills me, I’m gonna do the work of God and help as many folks as I can with food and gas. So I’ll give ya six gallons, and hopefully, it’ll get ya to where you’re going.”
Trapped in this fearsome hell, Kirk was briefly comforted to see some goodness. “Thank you and I appreciate it, but you should lie down and rest.”
“I’ll be dead soon enough.” Her weak voice was fatalistic as she tapped the register. “I just set ya up for six gallons. And ya can take whatever food ya want.”
“Thank you. Do you have a bathroom, Ma’am?” he asked respectfully.
“In the back.” She coughed. “Dear God, I can hardly breathe!” she cried as Kirk rushed to the back of the store.
The room was lit by a candle on top of the toilet. Closing the door behind him, Kirk wanted to collapse and give over to his fear, but instead, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Breathing in hard, he fought to maintain his focus. Deeply, he inhaled and exhaled, thinking of his one and only goal—his mother. That was all he needed to crush the deranged mania threatening to boil over inside him.
As Kirk relieved his bladder, another pang of alarm struck him—a premonition. His inner voice was suddenly screaming at him to get the hell out of there.
Something was wrong—something was coming.  
He exited the bathroom with his heart in his throat, but raised voices halted his steps.
That something was happening now.
“Give us the fuckin’ money, ya cunt!” a man’s voice boomed before exploding into a cough.
“Just take what ya want!” the kindly old woman shrieked, her quivering voice now sounding pained. “Please stop hurting me!”
“Push that bitch outta the way so I can get to the smokes!” another man barked.
“Why are you doin’ this to me?!” she choked out.
“Just kill ‘er!”
Kirk pulled his Glock from his waistband and flattened himself against the wall beside the bathroom. Aside from the woman, he’d heard two voices, but there could’ve more people with them—he didn’t know. What he did know was that he had to help her.
As he took the first step toward the voices, a single shot silenced the old woman’s cries.
One of the men started laughing. “Good shot, Dan!”
“Got that bitch right ‘tween the eyes!” replied a man—Dan, Kirk assumed. The murderers sounded stupid and mean, always a dangerous combination.
Rage boiled inside him. A light in all this darkness had been snuffed out by two idiots. The kindly woman had to be avenged; there was no doubt in Kirk’s mind about that, and it was left to him to make sure that vengeance was served.
Ducking down, he moved along the rear of the store where it was the darkest. Coming to the endcap of the aisle closest to the register, he peered around and saw the two assholes. The body of the sick woman lay at their feet. Both men were white and appeared to be in their twenties. One was heavyset in a baseball cap, baggy shirt, and jeans. The other was thin, slimy, and wearing ripped shorts with no shirt. The skinny one was loading packs of cigarettes into a bag while the chubby one was coughing as he cleaned out the register.
“Tommy, go back yonder and see if they got any Doritos left,” the heavier one said, still relieving the cash register of its money.
The chubby guy in the cap must’ve been Dan, the one who’d actually killed the woman, so Kirk decided to save him for last.
The skinny man moved in between the two aisles. “It’s dark back here! I can hardly see.”
“Quit yer bitchin’ and get my Doritos!”
With the Glock in his hands and a full magazine, Kirk shifted on his feet and watched Tommy walk down the center aisle. Kirk’s knee bumped the endcap, causing the thin one to slow. He peered down the dark aisle toward Kirk, but the man’s eyes couldn’t pinpoint his exact location.
“Who’s there?” Tommy hollered, a cough erupting from him.
“What’s going on?” asked the other one.
“I think someone’s in here!”
As soon as the words had left his mouth, Kirk had Tommy in his sights. Kirk fired, aiming for his head, and the shot boomed through the country store. The bullet entered the right socket of Tommy’s eye. In a split second, his face caved in. His blood, brains, and teeth exploded from the back of his head, showering the plank floor. The slim man staggered backwards, slammed into the side of the aisle, and crashed into the Doritos. Then his dead body crumpled to the floor.
“Get out here, motherfucker!” Dan roared. “Ya killed my brother, and now I’m gonna kill you! Show yourself, coward!”
Kirk didn’t take the bait and remained silent. The hypocrisy of the man, who’d murdered a sick and helpless old woman, calling him a coward didn’t escape his notice. But it’d only been a ploy so he’d reveal his location. Kirk wanted to beat the fuck out of the fat man in the baseball cap, letting Dan know that he was the only coward here, but he decided killing him would work too.
In the shadows, Kirk had the clear advantage, so when he heard the panicked man’s feet rushing toward him, he stood, aimed, and fired with deadly precision. The bullet hit the second man in between his eyes. Bloody tissue exploded from the back of his head, and he fell onto a large display of canned goods. His lifeless body and the cans crashed against the old floor.
With his heart slamming in his chest, Kirk finally exhaled, his ears ringing from the shootout. Aside from the sweet old woman that the brothers had killed, there’d been two shots and two bodies, the entire gunfight lasting less than a minute.
Kirk had demolished many targets at the shooting range over the years, and he’d killed plenty of deer and fowl while hunting with his father back in the day, but he’d never killed a person before. Now Kirk Foster had killed two and he felt zero remorse.
Calmly, but with speed in his step, Kirk approached the register and regarded the old woman’s corpse. Her cloudy eyes were still open and her head lay in a pool of her own blood. Spotting a light jacket behind the counter, he put it over her face.
“Find peace,” he mumbled.  
Rushing out of Elmer’s Pick and Pay and past the sick woman in the Honda Civic, Kirk pumped his six gallons of gas before resuming his journey toward Grenada and his mother.


10 Things I Want to Do Before I Die

1. Have sex with (top him) gay porn star Riley Price.
2. Meet Kylie Minogue.
3. Visit Easter Island.
4. Visit Iceland.
5. Visit Sweden.
6. Smoke weed with Willie Nelson.
7. Be topped by Actor Andy Buckley (David Wallace from The Office)
8. Write an international best seller.
9. Retire from my day job to write full time.
10. Pay of my student loans.

  1. What is the most surprising thing you discovered while writing your book(s)?

That readers can take things so very personally. I’ve been called: a racist, a sexist, a homophobe, a pervert, a capitalist, a communist, a socialist, anti-religious, anti-Russian, an agist. I’ve been accused of not really being gay, accused of being a woman, accused of being gender confused, that I’m stupid, that I can’t write, that I should be arrested, that I molested as a child... I’ve had death threats; I’ve been told I have no clue about sex. I’ve been called a disgrace to the gay community. You name it. I usually just laugh.

  1. Which is your favorite of your own stories?

I love the Harbinger, of course. Ganymede 4. The Ties that Bind- the Taken Series.

  1. What did you want to be when you grew up?

I was so oblivous as a kid that I really didn’t know.

  1. How do you do research for your books?

The internet is a tresure of information.  For The Harbinger, I had a doctor I consulted and a gun enthusiast.

  1. What are your plans for the near future? What about on the long run?

Keep working. I’m bundling some of my novellas into anthologies. I’m also working on H-5 the sequel to The Harbinger.

  1. What did you find most challenging so far when it comes to your writing career?

Finding the time to do everything.

  1. What is your biggest fear?

The United States becoming a theocracy.

  1. What do you consider to be your biggest achievement?

The success I had with my first breakthrough hit: Homecoming. It went to #1 on the LGBT chart in four countries at once during 2013: the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany, and Canada. I don’t think I’ll ever repeat that, and that’s okay.

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.

Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. (2013) Other chart number ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, and the Ties that Bind.

Social Media Links:

Twitter: @Keegan_Kennedy_

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Review: Commitment Ranch (Leaning N #1) by BA Tortuga

A fist fight, a snowstorm, a stolen kiss in the barn... and a second chance at love.

Ford Nixel has two law offices, two fancy condominiums, and all the right connections. In short, he has everything he wants.

The last thing he needs is his Uncle Ty’s stake in the Leaning N, a ranch that’s been in the family for generations. Ford hasn’t even been to the ranch in over a decade, not since he left his boyfriend Stoney behind and headed back to college alone.

Ford arrives at the Leaning N to find Stoney, now a single father, right where he left him. A fist fight, a snowstorm, and a stolen kiss in the barn later—Ford knows none of the heat between them has dissipated.

Ford and Stoney’s college romance ended badly. Stoney ended up working at Ford’s uncle’s ranch and marrying Ford’s cousin, while Ford left the ranch and never looked back. But a call from his ailing uncle brings Ford back to the Leaning N, and back to Stoney, now a single father. They’re less than happy to see each other.

Ford believes that Stoney used him to get a share of the ranch, while Stoney thinks that Ford left him because he wasn’t good enough for an up-and-coming lawyer. The two bicker repeatedly, but have to put aside the animosity if they want to save the ranch. They can only deny for so long that underneath the anger, the mutual attraction still burns strong.

For the first half of the book, I wasn’t a fan of either Ford or Stoney. Both were very immature, making each others’ lives, and their own, miserable. It was miscommunication galore.


But things improved considerably in the second half, and I ended up genuinely enjoying the book. The big reveal about what actually happened when Stoney and Ford broke up went a long way in making up for the drama! The reveal wasn’t OTT, but it kept with the Dreamspun Desires harlequin themes.

I may not have been so happy with how Stoney acted around Ford, but I was definitely swooning over how Stoney took such good care of Quartz, his nine-year-old son. It made some of his actions understandable, given that his first priority is providing for Quartz.

On the other hand, it took me well into the book to warm up to Ford. He did a pretty good job maintaining his persona of the cold and detached lawyer. It takes him a while, but Ford does eventually start letting his guard down.

I liked seeing how it was Stoney who brought Ford out of his self-constructed shell. The two MCs may have been at each other’s throats for most of the first half, but it became pretty clear that they still cared for one another. Once I got to see them without all the anger and hurt, I could easily understand why Ford and Stoney belonged together.

Steam-wise, this is a very tame book. I was a tad let-down, because this author usually delivers in the smexin’ department, and because the sexual tension between the MCs was killer.

I very much enjoyed ranch setting. The secondary characters who call the ranch home all added to the story, and provided some comedic relief. Plus, I’m a sucker for a countryside winter!


Overall, I liked ‘Commitment Ranch’. The beginning was rough, but it steadily got better. If you’re looking for a book with a lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers trope, give this book a try.

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