Alex's Appeal - Book 3 in the Kindred Spirits Series

Alex’s Appeal
Book three in the Kindred Spirits Series
by Jenna Byrnes and Jude Mason
ISBN: 978-0-85715-247-3
Genre: Paranormal/ Gay
Publisher: Total E-Bound
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Blurb:

A bear of a lawyer in mourning, a handsome young chef who falls head over heels, and a mystery that threatens their happiness are just the beginning of the events at Whisker’s Seaside Inn.

 

Lawyer Alex Brookfield arrives at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn with a big decision weighing heavily on him. He’s been offered a judgeship, and while it’s an incredible promotion, it would mean leaving the house he shared with his late, long-time partner. Russ died of cancer eight months ago, and although Alex is ready to move on, he isn’t sure about such a big, permanent step.

Logan Emerson is the inn’s chef, and wouldn’t mind cooking up something special with the handsome attorney. He’s not concerned about their fourteen year age difference. He just knows what he likes and isn’t afraid to go after the hunky bear of a man.

Alex heard stories about the inn’s ghosts from its owner, his friend and former lover Ethan Roberts. But he’s totally unprepared for the spirit who shows up his first night there.

Between futile attempts to fend off the frisky young cook, and his offer to help inn co-owner Cade Wyatt come up with a romantic marriage proposal for Ethan, Alex finds his hands, and his bed, quite full.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

“What kind of a crap outfit leaves a customer standing at the door with enough luggage to choke a small army? Lazy bunch of no good…”Alex Brookfield let the rest of the sentence fade into nothingness while he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

Across the beautifully appointed lobby, he saw the owner and his good friend, Ethan Roberts, tense. The man spun away from the picture window and faced him, a scowl distorting his normally handsome face. An instant later, the frown faded, replaced by a gaping-mouth look of confusion.

Alex couldn’t stop the laughter from erupting. The look on Ethan’s face was hilarious. The wide-eyed stare, priceless.

“Well, fuck!” Ethan managed to get out after only a few more seconds of obvious confusion. “Alex, I should have known it was you.”

Alex, dressed in his usual suit and tie, strode across the floor, leaving his large suitcase where it was, blocking the doorway. “Possibly, but I’m glad you didn’t. I haven’t had a good belly laugh like that in months.”

With his hand extended, Ethan took a couple of steps forward and grasped Alex’s hand, giving it an enthusiastic shake. “Welcome to Whiskers’, Alex. It’s been too long, my friend.” The owner of the inn patted Alex on the shoulder then pulled him closer for a warm hug. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Thanks, Ethan.” Alex accepted the hug. For an instant, it brought back memories of college days when he and Ethan had been more than friends. But that was a long time ago, and they’d parted on the best of terms. “Really, to leave a man’s luggage sitting by the door. Anyone could walk in and swipe it, you know. And me being a lawyer and all, I’d have to sue.” The last words came out with laughter that came bubbling up again.

“Bloody hell, man.” Ethan grinned and pulled him towards the front desk. “My luck, you’d do it and claim you’ve got all the family treasures, the deeds to any property you own and the winning lottery ticket you purchased not ten minutes ago.”

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Hunter's Light - book 2 in the Kindred Spirits Series

 

Hunter’s Light

Book two in the Kindred Spirits Series

Jude Mason & Jenna Byrnes

ISBN: 978-1-907280-00-9

Publisher: Total E-Bound

Erotic rating: total-e-burning

Genre: Paranormal/Gay

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Blurb:

A haunted lighthouse, a handsome keeper and one freelance writer with a penchant for ghosts keep things hopping at Whiskers' Seaside Inn.

David Sanderson arrives at Whiskers' Seaside Inn, excited by the prospect of investigating the local ghosts. He's a freelance writer with a keen sense of the supernatural and enthusiasm to spare. When the ghosts fail to make an appearance, David is directed to the Harbour Point Light, where an active spirit is known to exist. And one handsome lighthouse keeper.

Hunter Pierce isn't sure he wants someone writing an article about his lighthouse and the ghost who inhabits it. He lives a quiet, solitary life in his little house by the tower and doesn't relish the idea of tourists taking over the place.

Their priorities might clash, but David and Hunter mesh in all the ways that count. Can an intense physical relationship be enough? And are there more ghosts at the lighthouse than the captain? Someone doesn't like David hanging around. David vows to figure out why, and hopefully, in the process, figure out what to do with the new love he's found.

Excerpt:

David slipped through the gate and advanced towards the tower. It looked taller and more impressive up close. The white paint looked fresh, and he figured the keeper maintained it. One of the many chores the guy found to stay busy. David couldn’t imagine it was a very taxing job.

At the bottom of the lighthouse, he stared up almost into the sun. The tower was absolutely amazing. He had to see more.

He glanced towards the small house a dozen metres away. So neat and tidy, it was hard to tell if anyone lived there. A sandy pair of sneakers by the door was the only tell-tale sign of inhabitance.

He should knock and speak to the keeper. The sensible thing to do. The lure of the lighthouse was strong, though, and he approached it, instead. He circled the base until he spotted the door up a few concrete steps.

David climbed the stairs slowly, almost in awe. The place felt historic. Something more…

An aura surrounded the tower like a glowing halo.

“What the—” He reached out and touched the bright red door. Images flashed through his mind—pelting rain, lightning, a ship’s captain struggling against a horrible storm. Scenes so vivid, David thought he was there. He pulled his hand away, and the visions stopped, but his heart continued to race. “Son of a bitch!”

Eager for more, he grasped the knob and turned. Locked. He pressed against the cool, metal door, but no further images came to him.

“Aw, come on!” He rattled the knob and pounded on the door a few times. Desperate to get inside, he jogged down the stairs and rounded the tower, looking for another way in. He found a small window and pressed his face against the cloudy glass.

“Who the devil are you, and what are you doing?” a voice called from behind him.

David spun around, shocked. A man was approaching from the water’s edge. He’d apparently been swimming, judging by the drops glistening on his bare, lightly furred chest. His only clothing was a pair of black trunks which clung tightly to his skin. David quickly took in the sight but didn’t dare focus on the tempting, black fabric or the long, muscular legs beneath. He glanced at the man’s face and inhaled at the equally gorgeous view.

It’s him! The guy from the inn that first morning.

The neatly trimmed beard and wavy hair were blond, although it was hard to tell with the thick, wet mass slicked away from his face. Handsome, tan, with sculpted cheekbones and blue eyes the colour of sapphires, the man was a sight to behold.

David blinked and realised the blue eyes were shooting sparks at him as the man drew closer.

“Get away from there!” the hunk yelled, voice gruff with irritation.

“Wait.” David realised how he must have looked. Overzealous as usual, he’d gotten carried away again. “I’m David Sanderson. I’m staying at the Whiskers’ Inn. You must be Hunter. I saw you when I first got there.”

With a few, long strides, the man was upon him. He grabbed David by the scruff of the neck with one hand and muttered, “I don’t give a damn if you’re the fucking lottery commissioner here to award my prize. Nobody treats my property that way.” With a firm grasp, he shoved David towards the gate leading to the road.

“Your property?” David stammered while being swept along. “I thought the Coast Guard—”

They reached the gate, and the man shoved David towards the metal frame. “Get out.”

“Listen,” David frantically tried to explain. “Cade sent me. He said—”

“Cade would never send someone to beat down the door of my lighthouse.”

“I wasn’t trying to, really. It’s just…I felt something—an aura, almost like a supernatural glow around the place.”

The man froze.

David looked at him. “You are Hunter, right?”

The man scowled. “You need to leave. Now.”

David’s enthusiasm couldn’t be quelled, but he knew there was a time and a place to do things right. Again, he’d jumped in like a panting bulldog pup. “Maybe I could have Cade call you,” he suggested.

“Yeah, you do that.” Hunter stood back from the fence and folded his arms across his broad chest.

David climbed through the gate and glanced back with a hopeful smile. He’d finally uncovered some paranormal activity—and found his sexy stud along with it.

Perhaps his trip had taken a turn for the better.

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Ethan's Choice - Book 1 in the Kindred Spirits series

	Ethan's Choice by Jude Mason and Jenna Byrnes Genre     Paranormal/ Gay Book Length     Novel Erotic Rating     Total-e-burning Cover art by     Natalie Winters ISBN#     978-1-906811-72-3 To Buy   Book One in the Kindred Spirits series. When two insanely hot guys encounter a few distressed spirits in the beautiful Whiskers’ Seaside Inn, love becomes entangled with a mystery that must be solved.

Whiskers’ Seaside Inn doesn’t sound like the most exotic location for a weekend getaway, but it’s certainly intriguing. Ethan Roberts is smitten the moment he sees the weathered clapboard inn, and even more so when he meets the establishment’s hunky handyman.

Cade Wyatt seems like a good man to have around. He’s muscular, handsome and very protective of the inn and its occupants. He falls into lust, and then bed, with Ethan.

The inn has two paying guests, but Ethan discovers there’s another cast of characters who come and go. Cade might be nonchalant about the ghosts, but Ethan’s not sure he feels the same. He wants Cade more than anything, but Cade won’t leave the inn. Somehow, Ethan must find a way to live with the spirits as well as the man he’s come to love.