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Late Bloomer Cover Reveal!!
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Summary:
Malcolm Roy III is the only son and likely heir of the business magnate, Malcolm Roy II. After a rough start, he’s cleaned up his act, gotten (mostly) sober, and now stands to inherit his family’s wealth and the position of CEO of his father’s company.
But Malcolm has a secret: he’s spent the last ten years, since he’d first presented, on dangerous suppressants. After collapsing at work, and on his doctor’s orders, Malcolm has cut them out completely. Now he’s set to return to the office, presenting as himself for the first time ever. As an omega.
Vincent Hoffman has a good life, even if his boss is the annoying, smarmy son of the owner. Vincent has his home, his two cats, and a job that takes up most of his spare time. He couldn’t ask for more. He might’ve done, once upon a time (or eighteen months–who’s counting?), but his ex-fiancee put an end to those ambitions when she walked out of his life. For now, Vincent is content.
But after a disaster at the office, his comfortable life is threatened when Malcolm discovers his secret. Despite how he’s presented himself all these years, Vincent isn’t a harmless beta. He’s an alpha.
An omega like Malcolm has a lot to offer an ambitious alpha. Malcolm has to fend off unwanted attention and attempts at courtship while his biological clock ticks down towards his first ever heat. He doesn’t want to enter into a loveless relationship, but with his heat fast approaching, he needs to make a choice, and fast. He needs to find himself an alpha he can trust.
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Late Bloomer is a non-shifter, standalone m/m a/b/o novel that features explicit consent in every sex scene, lots of chemistry, mild BDSM themes, and a HEA.
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I made a couple of anthologies! Wheee.
Basically, these two books are collections of my M/M short stories and novellas.
Bacchanal has some of my earlier stuff and is a bit shorter overall (and thus costs less).
Jamboree has some of my more recent stuff and is a bit longer (and thus costs more).
Both of them have paperback versions available. (Which, uh… I get a LOT more money if you pick up the paperback. Just btw)
Personally, I think they’re both worth your time. I worked hard on every story in them and on formatting the finished product. And those covers! Do you like ‘em? I made them myself! :3
As mentioned before, I’m an indie author. I don’t make much money at all. Every single thing you buy from me and every review you leave makes a HUGE difference, truly.
So: links!
BACCHANAL
JAMBOREE
And of course,
My patreon
Thanks guys <3
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Today marks Brandy’s 14 year and 9 month birthday. It also marks the day of her passing.
I’ve had Brandy since she was just a pup. We got her from a litter that my uncle had back when I was in the 9th grade, back in 2004 I had her almost half of my entire life. I don’t even have any digital photos near as old as she was (not that she ever liked having her photo taken). She gave us a big scare back in May 2016, when she had a 10lb tumour, along with her spleen, removed. But she pulled through and kept on her merry way. Friday she started limping when walking. It seemed a little better on Saturday, but by Sunday she seemed worse again. Today, it was really evident that she was in a lot of pain, which from a dog that never showed any distress from having a 10lb tumour, says a lot. I’d been carry her up and down the stairs since the weekend, so today we brought her to the vet’s just to make sure there was nothing to serious going on. The vet confirmed the swelling I felt around her front leg. He told us it was probably either a) a soft tissue injury or b) bone cancer. We had the x-rays, and unfortunately they showed not only signs of bone cancer, but spots on her longs and a telescopic fracture in the left leg. We made the hard, but ultimately right choice, to have her euthanized. Brandy gave us almost 15 years of love and loyalty. We had almost 3 years more with her than we thought we were going to have. I’ve treasured every minute of every day with her. I’m not one for religion, but we all know that all dogs go to heaven, so she’ll once more be with the rest of her doggy family: Kayla, Jasmine, Echo and Dash.
Brandy turned 14 years and 8 months today... And yes, the bottom two feet of our tree is bare so this 90lbs cutie can stroll right under.
Today is Brandy's half-birthday; she's 14.5 years old, which puts her at about 90 in dog years.
Today marks 1 month since Dash passed. I think it’s safe to say I’ve taken her passing harder than any other pet that we’ve had. My sister had told my mother that I didn’t just loose a pet, I lost my best friend, which I’m totally not going to deny. It was probably 2 weeks before I could talk about her while crying. I spent the first week with a nonstop headache due to the nights I spent awake crying. I’m actually crying while typing this. The lack of her presence is really noticeable in the house since she was such a social dog (read: attention whore). The lavender bush I planted over her grave is growing well, and the wildflower seeds have started to sprout.
On a bright note, June 9th marked the 2-year anniversary of Brandy’s surgery to remove the 10lb tumour on her spleen (and her spleen too). She is doing as well as can be expected for a 14 year old, large breed dog.
Dash passed away very peacefully and very suddenly this evening.
I was going to take her for a walk at the park, but she decided to plunk herself down on her favourite spot on the lawn instead. She sat outside enjoying the weather for about 15 minutes, I brought her in and got her settled on her bed and less than 5 minutes later she passed. I held her paw as her heartbeat faded away. My brother, who’s home visiting, helped me bury her. We planted a lavender plant and wild flowers over the grave.
Here’s the last picture I took of her, two days ago at the park:
Dash, who just turned 10(?) in October, had her check up a few weeks back. Her walking hasn’t been the greatest, which we mostly associated with her left hip having further deteriorated. We did take her off her Gabapentin, which had been to manage nerve pain, but it seemed to disagree with her and she was spitting it out or just not eating if we just dumped the capsule out and mixed it with her wet food. Plus, the vet confirmed what we assumed was just a matter of time, that she is starting to get degenerative myelopathy, which is super common in German Shepherds. So, since she is losing feeling in her hind end, she doesn’t need drugs for the nerve pain in her hind end. So, now she is just down to Meloxicam for pain and inflammation, especially inflammation cause through muscular compensation. We did always say, as long as she can keep herself clean and isn’t in too much pain, we’ll do what we can for her. She has a double futon mattress on 2 of 4 levels, a single cot mattress in the rec room, and her dog bed and a twin cot mattress upstairs. We recently put a gate across the stairs going to the basement, since her food and water are kept either in the mudroom or in the livingroom/kitchen, where each of her futon mattress are. So, now she can’t get down there unless someone is down there who can help her up the stairs (i.e. me, and my mom on days when she herself isn’t in too rough of shape). But, she is at the point where she is pooping in the house really frequently. She pooped in the house 5 times in September, 10 times in October, and already once in November. Sometimes, she just can’t get outside fast enough, but other times she is just lying there and doesn’t even realize she’s done it. I mean, does this look like a dog who just shit the bed less than 10 minutes ago, just a minute after I had her outside on her harness:
Pretty sheet, though. I swear, I must have spent close to $30 on fitted sheets in the past 2 months. Luckily, the thrift store down the road (which is my favourite as all proceeds go to the adjoining foodbank) charges just $2.00 for twin and $2.50 for double fitted sheets. But, this is her 3rd sheet in a week. If she is going to poop in the house, I would prefer is she did it on the ceramic floor. Good thing we have all her mattresses in plastic storage bags to protect from harm. That damn dog is lucky I love her; carrying a 43kg+ dog up the stairs and cleaning up her poopy beds isn’t much fun.
The best thing about DanMachi Gaiden: Sword Oratoria is more Bete Loga.
Shunsuke Tanaka, Yasushi Fuchikami star in film opening on June 3
My dog is the epitome of spoiled. I bought her a double futon mattress off Kijiji for $30. So, now she has a single cot mattress for when she is in the basement, a double futon mattress for when she is in the mudroom, a double futon mattress for when she is in the living room and a twin cot mattress for the hallway upstairs (along with her and Brandy’s dog beds in my mother’s room) for upstairs at night. Now she will be as comfortable as possible in a split-level house, which has to be the least friendly layout for a dog with bad hips.
We did have vinyl sheets on all of them, with a fitted sheet on top, so that if she has any accidents, the mattress will be spared. (Unfortunately her old papasan cushion didn’t have the same and was thrown out after one of the cats expelled some kind of nasty on it, that neither my mother or I were brave enough to venture near to properly identify, as it was the most foul smelling thing I’ve ever encountered.) But, those were so thin they ripped real easily. So, I went to U-Haul and bought mattress storage bags, which were twice as thick, so now all four mattresses are protected from harm so that Dash will not have to go without.