With an unusual hero, great characters, and an interesting storyline, Laying Ghosts is a great read. Anyone who hasn’t read this series ought to pick up the first book ASAP.
A nice review over at Mrs. Condit by Lucky that the reviewer gave me a heads up on. Retro Read Review: The Good Thief by James Buchanan
The story itself is pretty tight. Crossing the thin blue line gets Nate in trouble with his fellow officers, Caesar can’t help admit he’s got it bad for the cop, but where could they possibly end up together? When it comes down to it, which would Nate rather be a part of – some bad cops or with The Good Thief?
First review for Laying Ghosts and its a 5++
There are some changes in the lives of these two men as the story comes to an end and, although I know the author has a very busy work life, I can’t wait for the next story to come out.
Okay, so SG and I were out tonight to have a nice dinner of Spanish Tapas and some drinks and then we wandered over to the local Romantix (yes– fetish light, but its also right there). We did buy one of these babies:
And I’d put the link to Romantix, but they don’t have it on their website (or they might, but they don’t have a search box on the site and I’m not willing to look through every single page…), anyway, nice stainless steel anal stimulator. And we got to talking with the gal behind the counter who showed us the neon-wand (next gen violet wand) and played with the attachments.
And then she asked, “Oh do you like leather?”
The raised eyebrows must have clued her in because she went and got a sample of a lubricating cream she’d gotten at the “lube” class (apparently Romantix has classes for their employees to learn the products). She warned us that it’s not for use with silicon or rubber or such. It’s oil based and not all that “whatever” free. Then she opened the canister and held it out. 6″ away you can’t smell it. Up under your nose, like we were…
It smells like leather. It smells like leather a guy has been wearing out at Folsom for an hour. Heated up to body temperature and a little beyond. They didn’t have any at that store for sale, but I’ve come home with my little stainless steel toy and then got on line to buy that shit. If you love the scent of leather, you will like this:
Excuse me now, I have to go upstairs and play….
Light Me Up implies to more than lights on a tree. [...] James Buchanan’s Light Me Up is a heartwarming enjoyable short story.
It’s been out for over a week, but man I’ve been so damn busy
Light Me Up
A Deputy Joe Short
Holiday 2011 Release #40
Author James Buchanan
ISBN# 978-1-60820-514-1 (ebook) $1.99
Release Date December 2011
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz
Ebook: 26 pages, 7000+ words
There’s a nice review at Jessewaves. “Light Me Up is told in Kabe’s voice which is quite different from Joe’s and I was pleasantly surprised at his sense of humour and I loved his appreciation for the natural beauty around him .”
The Official Blurb: Two hot guys and one cold mountain. Just how far can mouthy, yet submissive, Kabe push his favorite deputy, Joe, before he gets what he really wants? The Christmas tree may be the goal, but it’s not the prize. Walk in Kabe’s boots for his and Joe’s first Christmas together.
I got up early the Wednesday morning the week after Thanksgiving, since I’d spent the night and Joe hates it when I sleep in– like flips the mattress over on me if he thinks I’m sleeping too much, hates it. So I was standing in front of the big front window, wearing a thermal shirt and flannel lounge pants while drinking my coffee and staring out at the snow that fell during the night. First real storm hit this past weekend, but the tail end of it kept dusting powder. Thick, thick, thick.
I’d never lived anywhere where the snow came to visit me.
Joe’s truck and mine looked like bears huddled under two-inch thick white blankets. The only signs of life were the tracks of a coyote running across the drive. Everything just felt really quiet, like the wind held its breath. That muffled stillness wrapped me up in a sense of the world being kind of okay.
I kinda turned around, looked over my shoulder at Joe. He sat in the kitchen having breakfast, all decked out in his uniform: Garfield County Sheriffâ€¦yum. Uniform shirt with the two chevrons on the sleeve–and a few little threads where he’d had to take off that third stripe when he lost his rank because of fucking around with me. But black turtleneck, utility pants, and black boots just looked hot on him. Can you say winter SWAT-team woof?
Uniforms and I, well it’s not usually my fetish because it brings up two years worth of crap I’d just rather forget. Still, Joe in his, I don’t know, it just fits him. Strong, stern, and protective; the kind of guy who looked like he could comfort a little kid while still keeping his knee dug into the back of some deadbeat.
Shivering a little–fuck, even inside it’s cold–I swung my coffee cup across the expanse of the front window. “A tree would look great right here.”
That drawled out cowboy twang rolled like surf over my senses. “What do I need a tree for, Kabe?” Joe mumbled over his oatmeal as he glared at me across the room. “I ain’t got nothing to put under it.”
Holy shit, no fucking presents? I didn’t say that out loud, ’cause then he’d have gotten pissed. “Doesn’t your family exchange gifts?” Getting him pissed would just leave us both frustrated, since he had to call himself on shift in another fifteen minutes and I had to head out to hit the lifts in an hour. If you’re going to provoke your Dom, you have to do it when everyone has time to deal with the scene.
“Naw,” he snorted up a laugh, “most cain’t hardly afford to.” Then Joe shrugged like it didn’t mean anything. “They got kids and grandkids, they rightly spend the money on them.” I got one of his smiles on top of it allâ€¦like the perfect wave you weren’t expecting: big, almost embarrassed that you caught him smiling and a wilder ride than fucking hell. So goddamn sexy.
“You don’t do anything with your family?” I probably should have dropped it, but I didn’t.
“Cards.” Joe pushed back from the table and crossed his arms over that broad chest of his. “If my folks were ’round, if I weren’t working, I’d go over there on Christmas Day.”
“Go to church with them, huh?” I kinda winced as I said it, ’cause I realized as the words left my mouth that they’d remind Joe that the Mormons had kicked him to the curb. First thought in my head and all, what could I say? But, Christmas equaled the only time my Grams and I, ever, set foot in a church and most times not even thenâ€¦so open mouth, insert foot.
I nice review by Val:
[Joe's] loneliness for the tight-knit, devout culture of his birth gives his stories significant emotional depth. Joe will never be able to leave Utah. Yet he will never be able to be the Mormon that he’s supposed to be. His unique insider-outsider perspective gives the books a wonderfully layered view of small-town law enforcement and the Mormon community – the good and the bad in sympathetic balance.
I’d say Cassie liked it:
Spin Out is another engaging look into the life of Deputy Joe. He’s a fascinating narrator for many reasons. For one, he’s an unapologetic small-town guy. He’s intelligent and good at his job, but he speaks in a way that’s very much indicative of where he comes from.[...] He’s a former LDS, whose excommunication has left its mark on him but has not shaken his core beliefs. Add in his laconic, determined to protect others at all costs attitude and you get a character that’s very different from most other romance heroes.
Read the full review: SPIN OUT by James Buchanan | Joyfully Reviewed.
I was one of those who expected a lot. I needed all of the elements I liked in the first book to still be in this one and I needed that something extra which would make it better. Well, I got what I wanted …