One-Book Boogie: Holiday Reads


Three for Christmas …

I present for your holiday pleasure three new books out just in time to put under the tree. Keep reading for new works from Nya RawlynsSusan Mac Nicol … and Draven St. James.

For more information about these gay-lit authors and their books, each one is a former guest on this blog. Just click next to their name on this link ( ) for a run-down of their books, their backgrounds, and their bawdy little secrets.

Nya Rawlyns

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Nya is a prolific author of male/male literature, from transgressive to action-packed to comedic and well beyond.  I have read and reviewed this holiday short (approx. 17K words). It’s a delight! You’ll find my review here:

The Chrstmas Toast



Alan Randall Liebowitz is a man stuck in a pattern: right before the holidays his current significant other goes walkabout, leaving him alone … again.

Jacques Lambert is an up and comer chef with a bright future. Until his partner with benefits runs off, leaving him bankrupt and relying on the kindness of his family.

The local college holds night cooking classes, for seniors mostly. Jack’s sister talks him into applying for a teaching spot. Alan’s neighbor talks him into expanding his horizons.

When a lonesome foodie meets the chef of his dreams, more than the scallops are flambéed.


They were bumping shoulders, avoiding the overhanging foliage and rough patches on the sidewalk, like two old friends out for an evening stroll. Alan had an almost uncontrollable urge to take Chef Jack’s hand, maybe squeeze it, let his fingers do that slow caress that spoke volumes of intimacy.

He was so hungry for connection that he’d have gotten on his knees and begged. One touch. Just one.

He was so lost in his misery, he missed the first bits. “…go back, but … well, shit happened. Might be some time before I get a chance…”

“We could go. I-I m-mean, you and me? My sister and I, well, we, uh…” Shit. He was babbling, making a damn fool of himself. With a perfect stranger.

Except that stranger gave him an odd look, a look that was a definite maybe … not this idiot’s a raving maniac, better make a run for it.

They’d wandered into the residential section. Lights filtered through and around drapes, street lamps were spaced irregularly, and the occasional headlight from a passing vehicle lit the street but kept them mostly in shadow, from residents and from each other. Jack was quiet for a long time. When he spoke, the timbre of his voice was hesitant, tinged with the kind of excitement when you think you’ve found a fellow traveler but weren’t real sure and had to tip-toe around your feelings, hiding the bits that made for stupid and cloaking it all under the braille of normalcy.

Jack said, “That’d be nice.”

Nice? Nice doesn’t touch it. Fuck holding hands. I’ll kiss you instead, Jacques Lambert.

“Great.” Cartwheel, handstand great.

It didn’t take a genius to see they’d moved away from the commercial section and all possibility of fast food. Alan’s apartment complex—two older buildings, three stories with limited off-street parking—lay on the north side of the street. He stopped and pointed. “That’s my stop. I have some homemade veggie soup. Salad fixings. Be happy…”

“Sounds perfect.”

Nearly skipping in his anxiety to get across the street and into his apartment, he said, “Not too heavy this late at night…” After punching the access code, he led the way to the second floor. His was the corner unit, which was a good thing. With his brain in meltdown, he was lucky he found his key. He held the door open, then followed the dark-haired Adonis into his small living area.

As Alan frantically stripped his winter coat, Jack grabbed his elbow, spinning him around.

Alan stuttered, “S-s-sorry, let me take your coat.”

Two hands gripped his upper arms, staying his frantic movements. He swayed slightly, not sure what was happening.

“I’m gay, Alan.”

The man’s eyes were limpid pools, unfathomable depths of mistrust and disappointment floating just below the surface. He’d been hurt and badly.

Alan took a deep breath. “So am I, Jack.” The hands squeezing his upper arms loosened, then worked their way down to his wrists. It was a risk, a big one, but he decided to go for it. “I feel in the mood to celebrate. White or red?”

“Can you keep a secret, Alan Randall Liebowitz?” Alan nodded, his mouth incapable of speech. “Red gives me a fucking headache. Do you have any beer?”

Alan nodded. “Wheat. No, wait. It’s cold tonight. How about a Russian Imperial Stout? Local brewery. Put hair on your chest.”

“Not sure I need any more.” He flicked the shirt collar away from his neck. “Want to check, just to be certain?”

Laughing, Alan said, “Eat first. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

The room echoed with a promise. “So am I, Alan. So am I.”

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Susan Mac Nicol


Susan has been hailed as a genius writer of male/male literature. Her Saving Alexander has been nominated for several awards and has been reviewed widely. Now she has a new one, due out December 23, which we are highlighting today. Congrats on all your success, Susan. You have earned it.

Please note that Susan will be donating part of the proceeds on this book to the following charity:  This worthwhile UK organization helps abused, forgotten and neglected children.

 Worth Keeping

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Abused horrifically as a boy, Nick Mathers has come to terms with his existence as a man. Mostly. Other days life seems a little much. Especially when Nick knows he’ll always be alone. On those days his thoughts turn black. He walks the Norfolk coast and considers the frigid embrace of the waves. And then, one stormy night, he finds someone who’s tasted just that. The beautiful stranger on the beach is near death, and Nick rushes him home to slowly nurse back to health. As he does, he finds a love unlike any other. Owen Butler’s body is as warm as the sea was cold, his heart as big as an ocean. And Owen is a man who swears to repay the favor. Nick can yet be saved from himself, and he will see that he is indeed a man…WORTH KEEPING.


Owen was jolted awake once again in the early hours of the morning by a loud cry coming from the other bedroom. The sound was heartrending, a scream of such pain and fear that his heart beat faster and his throat dried up.

He shot out of bed, opened his door and raced down the hallway to Nick’s room. The chances were Nick had locked his door again but he’d try and talk to him at least. He stopped outside the bedroom and without hope, he tried the door. It opened. Uneasily, he moved into Nick’s room to see him thrashing around in his bed, the covers flung off his writhing body. He wore nothing more than a pair of loose jogging bottoms and his chest was matted with sweat. The capuchin was sitting on the floor, looking up wide eyed as Owen came in. Owen moved swiftly over to Nick, sitting down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Nick, wake up, buddy. You’re having another nightmare. Come on, wake up.”

Nick’s hand reached up to Owen, gripping his bicep so tightly Owen flinched. Nick’s eyes opened, full of panic and pain. Owen’s heart broke at the sight of the other man in such obvious distress.

“Stop hitting me,” Nick said brokenly as he sobbed, wetness leaking from his eyes and running down his cheeks. “For God’s sake, leave me alone. You’re hurting me. Just please stop it.” His voice trailed off into a shuddering sigh and Owen reached out, gathering Nick into his arms. Nick’s hand clasped his wrist, holding it.

Owen’s eyes filled with tears. “Shush. You’re okay, Nick. No one’s hurting you. Just settle down. I’m here, I’ll keep you safe. No one’s going to hurt you again, I promise.” His protective instinct to shield this man from his pain was so strong it took his breath away. And he meant every word he said. He’d fight anyone who threatened him. Nick’s breath ghosted on his bare chest. Owen held Nick until his body stopped shaking and he thought he’d gone to sleep. He was about to gently lower him down to the bed and cover him with the blanket when Nick’s hand tightened on his wrist. Nick’s lips moved against the bare skin of his chest.

“Stay here with me, please,” Nick whispered. “Don’t leave me.”

Owen wasn’t sure if he was speaking about just tonight or remaining at the cottage. He kissed the top of Nick’s head tenderly. “Lie down. I’ll stay with you. I promise to behave myself too. Just go back to sleep.”

Nick sighed as he lay back on his side of the bed. Owen picked up the covers, crawling in beside him, pulling Nick’s back to his front.

Nick shook his head. “Not behind me, Owen,” he whispered. “Turn around.”

Owen turned to face the other way, dread nipping at his chest at Nick’s words.

What the hell had happened to Nick to be scared of someone behind him?



Draven St. James


The writer who brings us those delicious wolf shifters has a new one out for the holidays, coming out Deember 24, Christmas Eve.

Fire and Mistletoe

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When Greyson Hayes envisions the perfect first Christmas with Mica Cruz he sees twisted sheets, a bottle of wine and a roaring fire. What he doesn’t see is a holiday spent with the uproarious Cruz family. Grey hasn’t taken part in a family Christmas since the death of his parents. Despite his misgivings, he can’t seem to form the word no when it comes to Mica.

Mica knows that Grey’s not a grinch. Hell, the man shares so much Christmas cheer during the holidays that he leaves no time to experience any for himself. Not this year. Mica plans to make a few changes, starting with a few wicked and whimsical gifts. He enlists the help of his co-workers at Firehouse Six. They band together and strive to provide Grey with the same joy he gives to everyone else–with five a.m. tree hunts, strategically placed mistletoe and Mica playing Santa’s not-so-little helper.

But while Mica is busy being nice, Grey has plenty of time to be naughty…


He propped himself up on his elbows to stare into Grey’s amber eyes. They appeared to glow in the flickering candlelight. With a slow, wicked grin Grey wrapped one leg around Mica’s and skillfully flipped him. The firm weight of Grey’s body pinned him to the mattress. Grey laced their fingers together and held them above Mica’s head. With a lustful glance that promised delicious deeds to come, he leaned down and nuzzled Mica’s neck. The warm caress of breath on Mica’s skin caused every muscle to tense.

“Do you trust me?” Grey whispered.

Mica tilted his head to give Grey more room to play and rasped out, “Yes.”

The trembling touch of Grey’s lips while they brushed paths along his neck had Mica’s hips jerking in a pressing bid for release even as he reveled in being at Grey’s mercy. Grey placed one firm kiss on Mica’s lips before letting go of his hands and scooting up to search for something along the corner of the bed.

Mica tilted his head to see what his lover was up to, and his eyes widened. Grey held a leather restraint. Holy shit. His cock twitched, more than a little interested.

Grey smiled and lashed Mica’s hands above his head with restraints attached to two bedposts. Mica flexed his arms. While he could move around a little, the restraints held firm.

Grey shimmied down so he was face-to-face with Mica again. “Okay?”

Mica bit his lip and nodded, not trusting his voice. He couldn’t recall ever being this turned on. The idea of being at Grey’s mercy elicited intense arousal.

Grey nuzzled his face against Mica’s chest as he wiggled down Mica’s body. “You smell so good. Like ash and sweat. Is it odd I find that sexy as hell?”

Mica rocked his hips up and murmured, “No, so do I.”

NOTE: I will publish the link as soon as it’s available. Pub date is December 24.

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7 Responses to “One-Book Boogie: Holiday Reads”

  1. Authors, thank you all three for submitting your books for this article. I wish each of you outstanding writers even more success in the new year.

  2. What a wonderful blog. thanks for including me. And what excellent company to be in. I read Susan’s Saving Alexander and I am very much looking forward to Worth Keeping. And of course, what better way to celebrate the holidays than with rowdy shifters!

  3. Thanks for showcasing us and our new releases. I’ve actually got Nya’s book ‘The Christmas Toast’ on Kindle to review as we speak, and I definitely need to read Draven’s book too. So much reading to do and definitely never enough time to do it all 🙂 Thanks Erin x

  4. I’m a huge fan of Nya’s work. I haven’t read the other two yet, but I’m going to be remedying that ASAP. These sound like some very hot reads on a cold night. 😉

  5. Ah, more for my TBR list along with another gem by Nya Rawlyns, one of the finest writers I’ve ever read. She can wring long-buried emotion out of me even if what I’m reading is her grocery list! Can’t wait to read the others as well now!

  6. Thank you for including me amongst these other two amazing authors. Now I have more books to put on my ipad! And one day in the distant future I might even find the time to read them. A gift to myself to hurry up with all my holiday tasks! 🙂

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