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Guest post by Holly Day

Hello, everyone! My name is Holly Day, and I thought I’d drop by and tell you a little about my new story Hop Hop, Carrot Top.

Did you know January 12th is Kiss a Ginger Day? It’s been celebrated since 2009 and was created as a reaction to Kick a Ginger Day that came to be in 2008. Kick a Ginger Day led to students being harassed in schools, and at one point there was a Facebook page dedicated to the day — it’s not around anymore.

To make sure I wasn’t lying to you, I went on Facebook and checked. I did not find a Kick a Ginger page, but I found a Jump on a Ginger page. They encourage ginger-making since only 2% of the world’s population has red hair. I think we’re getting off-topic.

Kiss a Ginger Day celebrates redheads, and I’m all for celebrating things. Since, like in the Kick a Ginger example above, gingers often are bullied and made fun of, Kiss a Ginger Day is all about spreading peace and love to gingers.

Show the redheads around you some appreciation — you don’t have to kiss them. These days, I’d strongly advise against it, but you can do something nice for them. If you know any. I’m blessed with having gingers around me, but if you don’t, you can always write a story *wink*

Hop Hop, Carrot Top is about Flynn Thomas who left his hometown twenty years ago and swore to never set foot there again. Six months ago, his mother passed away, and he is back to clear out her house. His plan is to work around the clock to empty the house before anyone realises he’s there.

Things don’t always go as planned, though.

Caspian Cook loved watching Flynn when they were in school. It’s the hair, and the freckles, and the way he moved his hands. He always wondered if the freckles continued from his face and down underneath his shirt. It’s been twenty years, but as soon as he sees Flynn, he realises his desire to watch him hasn’t lessened.

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Guest post by Ofelia Gränd

December is here! I’m in Sweden, so for me December means snow and ice — though not as much snow and ice as some might think. There are no polar bears wandering our streets, sorry to disappoint. While there have been days where I’ve been stuck in the house because of snow or too-cold weather, it never lasts for days as it does in stories.

But I’m not here to talk about the Swedish climate. I’ve written a contemporary M/M romance, Christmas story. It’s about an established couple that’s had a rough year. They hardly see each other, and all spontaneity is lost.

Victor, the narrator, has more or less given up. He’s prepared for a boring, lonely holiday with his partner, Jian, either working or fallen asleep on the couch.

Jian has other plans, though. He’s not willing to give up on their relationship, and he has planned twenty-four dates from the 1st of December to the 24th

The reason I began this post by talking about the December cold is because Jian has one freezing date planned for Victor.

When I was a teen, I lived in northern Sweden. There the winters are long. The river that rounded the village where I lived froze. One year, in the spring, when the ice was breaking, a friend and I decided it was a good idea to go bathing — don’t ask.

Going in was terrible. The shock the body goes through when exposed to that kind of cold — shudder — but getting out. I was standing on the jetty in the cold without a stitch of clothing and it was so warm. For hours after, my friend and I were laughing.

Would anyone ask if I would go ice-hole bathing today, the answer would be no. But …

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Guest post by Ofelia Gränd

I’m here today because I wrote a story, a Halloween story … sort of. The thing is, I’m Swedish, and we don’t celebrate Halloween. I’ve never been to a Halloween party in my entire life, and I have no Halloween decorations apart from one tiny pumpkin lantern. So why on earth would I write a Halloween story?

What we celebrate here is All Saints’ Day. Though it’s not saints we’re remembering on that day, it’s family members. It’s nothing special — no one is dressing up, no one is giving out candy, but if you’re ever in Sweden on October 31st, visit a graveyard. There are candles everywhere.

As a child, I thought it incredibly boring to walk around and find the graves of dead relatives I’d never met or couldn’t remember so Mum could light candles. Now, I make sure to walk by the church every October 31st.

This has very little to do with my story, and yet it’s related. Many of the holidays we see at the end of October or the first days of November are related to death — the death of harvest season or the remembrance of the dead. It can be All Hollow’s Eve, Samhain, Día de los Muertos, All Saints’ Eve, or something else. In the dark of October, the spirits are near, and they are in Soul Eater too.

Thaddeus Ezax is a wizard, a mage to be exact, but a lousy one. He’s never been able to do the spells he’s supposed to master, has never accomplished anything that has impressed the wizarding world. He is a detective working in Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department, it’s the end of October and a case has him going to the black market to ask some questions.

As a mage, he has no connection to the spirits of the dead, and yet his entire being buzzes when he touches a skull. The seller at the black market claim it’s a werewolf skull. Against his better judgement, Thaddeus steals it. When he accidentally releases the spirit trapped in it, he realises nothing he believed about himself is true.

Sorcerers have connections with ghosts, not mages, and yet Thaddeus finds himself in possession of a ghost werewolf. Or perhaps it’s the werewolf who has possession of him.

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Guest post by Nell Iris

Regaining Trust by Nell Iris

If you ask romance readers what their least favorite thing to read in a romance is, the majority will answer “cheating.” It doesn’t matter what their favorite genre or trope is, or if it’s gay or straight romance — or somewhere in between — on that issue most readers agree. No cheating in my books, please!

I won’t lie to you: I’m one of them. I avoid cheating whenever I can, and grumble when I come across it by mistake in a book I’m reading. More than once I’ve DNF’ed the book if there’s cheating.

So I get it. Trust me, I do.

Then how come I wrote a book that opens with an instance of cheating? (Don’t worry, it’s not a spoiler, it’s right there in the blurb.)

The idea came to me when I scrolled past an article in one major Swedish newspaper. It was called something like 7 ways your relationship can survive infidelity. My curiosity was piqued, and I read it.

The article got me thinking: in a world where the norm is kicking the cheating partner to the curb, how can you make your relationship survive? It got me thinking about the rich and famous couples that have chosen to stay together after infidelity, Bill and Hillary Clinton probably the most famous among them.

Whatever you may think of Hillary Clinton, can you imagine the guts it must have taken to stay and fight for her marriage? To have everyone and their mother weigh in on your choices and even ridicule you for them?

I have no opinions on whether she should have stayed or not. It’s none of my business; the only people who get to decide what will happen with their relationship after infidelity are the people involved in it.

And in the case of my new release, Regaining Trust, Law decided to give Frankie another chance.

This is the story of how they pull through.

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Guest post by A.L. Lester

Taking Stock is a 35,415 word gay romance set mostly in rural England. It’s set on Webber’s Farm, which I first wrote about in Inheritance of Shadows. Inheritance is set in 1919 and is part of my spooky paranormal universe. I based the farm on somewhere I used to know as a child on the Quantock Hills in Somerset and didn’t want to leave after Inheritance. Taking Stock is the result. Although it’s set in the same universe as my other books and some of the same background characters are there, there’s nothing paranormal or suspenseful.

Instead it’s a gentle story about two people who are hurt and angry and tired, who find their way toward each other and help each other heal.

Initially Laurie was going to have a similar chronic condition to me … I have fibromyalgia and seizures … but then just before I actually sat down to get the words out of my head and on to the page, my mama had a very severe stroke. She is in her eighties and has been more or less working her seven acre smallholding singlehandedly for years. Her frustration and anger at her situation translated directly into Laurie as I was writing. So he’s a combination of both my own feelings about my lack of agency through my disability, and hers.

It was a very emotive story for me to write and I hope you enjoy it. Here’s a little deleted scene for you!

“What do you mean, I can’t go home?” Laurie was almost crying with frustration. “I can go home if I like!”

Sally glared at him. “And how are you going to get up and down the stairs? Or even down the hall to the bathroom?” she said. “And wash when you get there? And turn over properly in bed? And what happens if you actually fall out of bed in the night and can’t get up? And come to that, who’s going to take you home, you idiot? You can’t drive!”

He glared back. “I thought that you might!”

“No! Not me!” her glaring was so much better than his.

He pushed against the pillows, but because he was unable to brace properly with his weak leg, he couldn’t make himself sit up any further. She stood up and hauled him forward with competent strength, shoving more pillows behind him to support his bad arm and shoulder. Damn her.

When she sat back down, he lowered his gaze to his lap. His hand lay across his legs, curled and useless. He imagined moving his fingers and he felt it happening in his head. But in his lap, they lay dead and still, obvious betrayers of his helplessness.

“Laurie …” Her voice was kind. “You need to stay in here for a bit and let them help you. They say at least some of the use of your arm and your leg should come back quite quickly, specially if you work at it. And then we can get you back home.”

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