New Release Coming Sunday, January 13: LAURE

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Cover Copyright ©2013
Trace Edward Zaber

It was everything college graduate Joshua Huggins could have dreamed and more. A new job on a big Southern estate named Laure, a generous salary, and the perfect boss, Adrien Brette, a scion of deep-rooted Mobile society, older, stunningly handsome, and just a little mysterious. But the mystery may be darker than Joshua imagined. Something ominous is stalking Laure. Adrien lives in seclusion, and his sister hides under the care of a strange nurse. Even Adrien’s aunt and her boyfriend are strangely protective.

Despite all the barriers Adrien puts up, he’s still the most compelling man Joshua has ever met, and the younger man can’t help following his heart. Even though Adrien can’t return his love. Even though the truth of Adrien’s wife’s death could destroy everyone at Laure.

Now, Joshua must choose between sacrificing the honor and naïveté Adrien so adores, or losing everything he’s come to love. Among the Spanish moss and azalea blossoms of Laure, the past is never dead…

Read an excerpt here.

MONDAY BOOK PROMO: KISSING SHERLOCK HOLMES

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  • WINNER of Passionate Ink (special chapter of Romance Writers of America) 2012 Passionate Plume Award, Historical Category!! This is HUGE!
  • Kindle edition is a genre best-seller at Amazon.com, Amazon UK, Amazon Germany, Italy, Spain, and Amazon France!

KISSING SHERLOCK HOLMES
by T. D. McKinney & Terry Wylis

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/KissingSherlockHolmes.html

Genres: Gay / Historical / Mystery / Detective / Action / Adventure
Heat Level: 2
Length: Extended Novel (73k words / 188 paperback pages)

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“My dear Watson, how does one go about kissing a woman?”

Sherlock Holmes’ question leads to a lesson Watson never expected to teach.  And feelings he never thought to explore.  A single kiss alters Watson’s world, while the announcement of Holmes’ upcoming marriage sets an odd fear in his heart.

Amidst the beauty of an English country party, the greatest detective the world has ever known searches for a traitor. Somewhere among the glittering nobility a sadist lurks, using blackmail to destroy lives and endanger a nation.

Only Sherlock Holmes can save an innocent man and bring the traitor to justice.  It’s a search that could cement the greatest friendship of all time into something far deeper and stronger…if the hunt doesn’t end Watson’s life first.

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REVIEWS:

5 STARS!! “…the authors have done an excellent job remaining faithful to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s characters even as they give them a new and definitely non-traditional spin. … capture the essence of Holmes and Watson very precisely in this book…  If you are at all a fan of Sherlock Holmes and 221B Baker Street, then I highly recommend Kissing Sherlock Holmes. It is very well-written, highly absorbing and undeniably romantic.” –Bobby D Whitney, Book Wenches

4.5 NYMPHS!! “The quirky title for this book caught my attention first but the idea of turning the classic mystery characters of Holmes and Watson into lovers while they solved a crime is what made me want to read this story. It’s a crazy notion but it’s also what makes this writing duo so successful…they think outside the box. … Put all this together in an English country house with some interesting secondary characters, witty dialogue and a few chuckles and you have all the components needed for an enjoyable read. Give this one a try.” –Dragon Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews

4 DIVAS!! “It’s delightfully in character that Sherlock Holmes would launch this story by precipitating a change in his and Watson’s relationship in the name of acquiring information. While Kissing Sherlock Holmes does not break new ground in assuming a homosexual attraction between them, TD McKinney and Terry Wylis do provide a sexually charged pastiche with a mystery to solve. … Kissing Sherlock Holmes is a good, solid read, and the prospect of Holmes and Watson’s return to 221b Baker Street is a joyful one.” –Cryselle, Dark DivasReviews

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EXCERPT: (additional excerpt available at http://www.tdmckinney.com/KSHexcerpt.htm)

 “Winnie, my dear, you’re quite right. This is my dear friend and chronicler, Doctor John Watson. Watson, do forgive me for not introducing you properly. My fiancee, the Honorable Winnifred Farnham.”

Miss Farnham cast him a look of long-suffering tolerance. “You also didn’t convey that Sherlock is the most horrid stickler for convention and propriety.”

I found myself laughing as I briefly took her hand. “Our cases often veer from that as well. I’m delighted to meet you, Miss Farnham.”

“And I you, sir. Without your literary efforts, I’d never have suspected Sherlock could be the sort of man I’d care for. I might have missed him the crowd.” She dimpled up at Holmes.

“I can’t say as I’ve ever thought of Holmes being missed in the crowd.” Thank God I’d never hidden my affection for him, else I might have found myself in an awkward moment as I glanced at him.

“Ha!” His explosion of laughter set butterflies in my stomach. He seemed more magnificent by the moment. “As you see, I am well loved.” He gazed down at that little face turned up to him in such animation. “As are you, Winnie.” To my amazement, he bent and pressed a lingering kiss on her smiling lips. His long arm crept about her waist, supporting her as he held her close. Then he opened his eyes and stared at me.

I barely saw her. Dearest God! His face! I’d never seen such a light in it or such contentment.

I shall simply pretend I’m kissing you when I’m with her. The word reverberated in my mind. They shone in his clear gaze.

Me. My knees went watery. So he must have looked when I held him in my arms. That glow, that radiant happiness, because of me. …

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Enjoy!

Terry Wylis

MONDAY BOOK PROMO: Copperhead Road (Southern Beaus Book 3)

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cover image by Trace Edward Zaber

Copperhead Road (Southern Beaus Book 3)
by T. D. McKinney & Terry Wylis 

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-485-3 (Electronic)
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/ CopperheadRoad.html

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-989-7 (Paperback anthology with Book 4, Tensaw Blues)
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/ SouthernBeaus.html

Everyone in Bay Mignon knows the Truitts are white-trash bad news, generations of moon-shiners and drug runners, and none more so than handsome Bolt Truitt. Rumor insists some of the fifteen years he’s been away were spent in prison. Cameron Fontaine knows that’s true. But he also knows the town doesn’t know the real Bolt.

Cameron does. He’s loved Bolt since they were both kids, just discovering life and each other. Even though fate ripped them apart, Cameron never stopped believing in Bolt, never stopped loving him. And his heart swears Bolt’s different, the drug dealing left in the past. No matter his other sins, Bolt has never lied to Cameron.

Until now. Evidence, words from Bolt’s own lips, shatter Cameron’s trust and his heart. Still, a lifetime of love, even separated for so long, can’t just be set aside. Though he can’t trust Bolt any more, Cameron will risk everything to see his lover safe…even his life…

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Action / Adventure / Series
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella (26k words)

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REVIEWS: (Expanded reviews available on the sales page)

“5 Stars!…Excellent…. this story is a great ride….This is a great tale of romance and love. I highly recommend it.”

–Matthew, Rainbow Reviews

“4 Nymphs!…A whirlwind of action set in sultry Southern Alabama. …Kudos to the authors for a great, exciting, and sexy read.”

–Satyr Vael, Literary Nymphs Reviews

“4.5 Stars!…Another well-written, well-paced story from the writing partnership of T.D. McKinney and Terry Wylis… If you’re looking for a story that’s exciting, with engaging characters, a terrific plot and lots of atmosphere because of the location, I highly recommend Copperhead Road, which I couldn’t put down.”

–Wave, Reviews By JesseWave

“4 Angels!…T. D. McKinney and Terry Wylis give us a tale of love and redemption set in the Gulf Coast region of Mobile, Alabama. This story is well written and will capture the reader’s interest with both emotion and action. … While the twist at the end is not unexpected, it is definitely welcome, because we all love a happy ending.”

–Whitney, Fallen Angel Reviews

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ADULT EXCERPT:

“Cameron! Slow down. I want…” The button on the jeans popped open and Cameron ran his fingertips under the waistband of Bolt’s underwear. Tender skin, so soft and warm, hid there. The action freed another of those wonderful little moans from Bolt. “Oh, Christ, forget it. I just want you.”

Good. Because now that he had those tight jeans open, Cameron had no intention of slowing down. The old crystal doorknob turned under his hand and he steered Bolt past that portal. He’d always wanted Bolt in his bedroom, in his bed. The one place they’d never been together. The idea of facing Cameron’s father if caught had killed even the strongest adolescent hormone overload.

Gleaming oak scuffed under Cameron’s boots as he pressed Bolt toward the bed, finally pushing him down onto the white-on-white quilt. He stared, transfixed by raven hair spread across the old comforter, by long limbs sprawled in disarray, by that delicate patch of inky hair peeping from Bolt’s open jeans. “Dear God, you’re gorgeous.”

“I ain’t complaining about the view from here either.” Amusement sparkled up from silvery eyes, a snowy smile, and the diamond studs set at lip and ears. “Damn, you got tall.” Desire flushed coppery skin and widened jet pupils.

“So’d you.” Cameron wanted to explore every inch of that length, too. In a bit. As soon as he quenched the nuclear furnace raging through his veins. He knelt between Bolt’s spread legs and ran his hands down the length of that smooth chest and firm abdomen. Bolt’s head tipped back, long column of his throat begging for Cameron’s attention. He explored there for a moment before working his way to that broad chest and down. His lover’s river-kissed, salt-rich skin tasted of all the things Cameron craved.

Bolt yelped and arched his back when Cameron bit, gentle and careful, just above the patch of darkness peeping from the waistband of white briefs. He licked the spot before kneeling back and grinning at his startled lover. “I’m not sixteen anymore. I learned a few things along the way.”

Bolt shivered. “I noticed.”

Cameron chuckled and reached to pull off first one of Bolt’s still very damp boots, then the other. Their thump as they hit the floor pleased him more than he thought so simple a sound could. The wet socks followed, giving Cameron a moment to admire the elegant, narrow feet. “Still ticklish?”

Trepidation widened Bolt’s eyes further. “Cameron…”

“Don’t worry. I never did torment you that way, did I? I know you can’t stand to have anyone mess with the bottoms of your feet.” Cameron massaged a trim ankle, Bolt’s foot jerking when he pressed a kiss to a high-arched instep. “Yep, still ticklish.” He grinned before releasing that pretty ankle and moving back to the waistband of Bolt’s jeans.

Sharp tugs freed long limbs from damp denim, admiration for the glory of slim thighs setting new heat low in Cameron’s belly. He’d take the time to savor those. Later. Right now, hard desire tenting the white cotton of Bolt’s briefs claimed all his attention.

“I see some other things haven’t changed either.” He pulled the underwear down and dropped them on the jeans. He fisted rigid want and bit that spot just a few inches above it again. “Do I still get you harder than anyone you can think of?”

Long fingers threaded through Cameron’s hair, pressing him to river-scented skin. “God, yeah!” Bolt half sat up, his fingers tightening, urging Cameron away from that glory to Bolt’s lips. Cameron continued to play with the granite length in his hand as he let Bolt ravage his mouth, his lover’s kisses hot and frantic. Tongues dueled, dancing with abandon against each other as Bolt’s body arched and relaxed only to arch again. A sharp cry broke the kiss as Cameron pressed his thumb across his lover’s tip, slickness there sweet as new cane syrup to his senses.

Cameron scrambled in the bedside table for a moment, finding the tube he needed to spread a new sort of slick, then easing a finger into his lover just to watch Bolt’s head tip back and his mouth go slack. Cameron fought his own belt and zipper as he pleasured Bolt, adoring the way the other man fisted the quilt tight, hips working to match the rhythm. Cameron had to finally release Bolt long enough to push his own pants and underwear down, growling at the delay.

Cameron bent one of Bolt’s long legs to his chest, ankle warm on Cameron’s shoulder so he could reach what he wanted so badly. When he pushed inside, tight heat welcomed him and he paused, gasping, just savoring that delicious warmth embracing him.

Bolt’s lungs bellowed, one hand gripping Cameron’s upper arm, the other fisted in the quilt. Sweet profanity fell from his beautifully shaped mouth, offering encouragement and gratitude for something that felt so damned good. The sound of it loosened the tiny hold Cameron maintained on passion. Desire demanded he do all he could to turn Bolt’s words to primal sounds of ecstasy, to push them both beyond the ability to speak.

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Enjoy!

Terry Wylis

Monday Book Promo: THE WOLFE PROXY (Southern Beaus Book 2)

ImageThe Wolfe Proxy (Southern Beaus, Book 2)
by T. D. McKinney & Terry Wylis
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-464-8 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-896-7 (Paperback)
Click HERE for sales page.

CEO Quinton Wolfe sets off every alarm on sculptor Max Bowman’s warning system. No way is that playboy getting near Max’s sister, the newest shareholder in Wolfe’s multinational corporation. No matter Quint’s charming smile and sexy form, Max won’t let his kid sister get taken in by that Lothario. Even if it means Max cuts a deal with Big Bad Wolfe himself.

And what a deal! Max becomes Quint’s play toy. Good thing Max enjoys it. He’ll just play the game until he can turn the tables on the CEO. Or that’s the plan. But somehow, even knowing the CEO is a ruthless snake at the core, Max still lets Quint worm his way right into Max’s heart.

Cutting Quint out of his life is the best thing Max can do. So why does it feel like Max might never be able to breathe again? It doesn’t help that Quint’s every bit as heartbroken and miserable. So maybe Max’s view of Quint was skewed by the media. But can he separate the ruthless CEO from the gentle, caring man who loves him? And can he trust either one?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts / Series
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novel (63k words / 166 paperback pages)
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REVIEWS:

“4.5 Stars!…Four characters create an intricate dance and counter-dance of understandings and misunderstandings. The mutual attraction between Max, who is very out, and Quint, who is not out at all, is instant and hot…If you like a complex tale with strongly-drawn characters who don’t always do exactly as they should (or as you expect), then you will love The Wolfe Proxy. I did.”

–Carole,Rainbow Reviews

“4 Nymphs!…A fun and sexy look at what happens after two men find love when they least expect it, and under very strange and unusual circumstances, which were a unique and creative twist….All the components needed for an entertaining story that’s made for a rainy afternoon read.”

–Mystical Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

4 Stars!…I really liked The Wolfe Proxy…It’s well constructed…the characters were quite likable. The heat between Max and Quint was evident and the sex between these flawed men was divine. I have given the story 4 stars because I think you will fall in love with everyone and Jenn, Max’s sister, turns out to be one kickass businesswoman.”

–Wave, Reviews By Jessewave

“…A sweet and emotional story, with angst and upheaval followed by a nice ending.”

–Cassie, Joyfully Reviewed

“… a sensual and fanciful contemporary romance novel…Quinton and Max’s reactions to each other are immediate and intense. I don’t often find love at first sight believable but The Wolfe Proxy is a notable exception. I found the instant and passionate connection formed by the heroes to be very believable and very appealing.”

–Christina, Romance Junkies

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EXCERPT (rated sensual)

Bastard. Max really hated corners, especially when he’d been backed into one. No keeping Jenn out of the office. And he shouldn’t feel this warm in the face of that icy persona. The annoyance at that fueled Max’s growl. “So what’s your damn counteroffer?”

The darkest, most decadent gray eyes Max had ever seen bored into him, Wolfe’s full lips barely an inch from his own. Rich baritone sent a tremor rushing over Max’s skin. “Here is the deal, Mr. Bowman. You want me to desist pursuing your sister outside a business relationship, I shall. But I want something in return.”

Max’s fists knotted, an action far beyond his control. He couldn’t be sure if they balled because he wanted to punch Wolfe right in those luscious lips, or to keep him from knotting his fingers in the gold silk of Wolfe’s hair and planting a kiss on those same lips of the sort to leave the other man reeling. “I’m listening.”

“Quite simple, really. A mere token.” A sudden breath of air caressed Max’s jaw, moving up to cradle the curve of his ear. Warm, male breath. Wolfe’s voice dropped to a whisper somehow richer than the deep tenor of a moment ago. “You see, Mr. Bowman, I find I have a taste for both sexes. And a rather voracious appetite for very pretty, smartass men. What I want in return for your sister’s innocence…is you. In my bed. Or yours. At my whim. Starting tonight.”

Fingers knotted tighter, digging into Max’s palm. Oh, the bastard, the utter and complete bastard. Max really did want to feel his knuckles collide with that smug little smile. And he’d indulge that whim. Later. After he made Mr. Quinton Wolfe pay up. “Okay.”

The CEO was a damn good poker player, no doubt, but not quite good enough. The tiniest gasp escaped before Wolfe pulled back to stare at Max again, those gorgeous eyes only a millimeter wider than they’d been. Then a slow smile revealed even white teeth. One manicured nail slid over Max’s cheek and down to the top button of his shirt. “Then let us begin our negotiations, shall we? I’m sure your…good buddy…will keep pretty Jennifer amused for some time.”

“Oh, I can promise you that.” Max held up a finger, indicating Wolfe stay just where he was as Max plucked the kerchief from the other man’s breast pocket. He looped it around the handle of the door he’d opened in preparation for tossing Wolfe out on his completely grabbable ass and then slid it closed with a rattling bang. “Old signal from when we roomed together. A cloth around the doorknob means I’m entertaining a lover.” He grinned at the blond. “So, lover, what were you saying about negotiations?”

The smile he got in return sent another shiver over his skin. “Actually, that wonderful little `okay’ of yours was agreement to my whims. Negotiation was a diplomatic but rather inaccurate term.” Wolfe blew another soft caress of air over Max’s throat as the exec undid that first button. “And right now my whim is to see just what sort of a marvelous prize I’ve acquired. And to watch your face as I do so.”

So that’s how Wolfe wanted to play it. Fine. It wouldn’t be the first time Max had taken a dice-roll at this particular game. But no need to let the corporate eagle think he’d won already. “Works for me. But I should warn you, I make a really lousy bottom.” Max flashed a smile, deploying the dimples to their full effect. “Just a natural leader, I guess.”

“Indeed?” Wolfe’s hands stopped their removal of Max’s shirt and he considered him for a moment. Then a solid form pressed him against the wall and those full lips claimed his, Wolfe’s hands diving below Max’s waistband to squeeze his ass. “Really, I’d say you have a remarkably fine bottom.”

Max reached around and grabbed a double handful. “And I’d say it’s mutual.” He returned the kiss with fervor, exploring, dueling his tongue with Wolfe’s. “Mmm, you taste good. You like chocolate mints.”

“And you favor cinnamon. Somehow I’m not surprised.” Wolfe pulled him away from the wall and shoved Max toward the living space without letting go. Impassioned kisses scraped at Max’s throat and chest, buttons nearly freeing themselves under a mobile tongue. “God, you smell like those damn cookies she brought into the office. I should eat you alive for that alone.”

Max laughed. “I don’t have any objection to that.” He pressed his hips to the other man, letting Wolfe feel the evidence of hard desire. “I have a good-sized snack for you if you’re serious about it.” His chest collided with the other man’s. All rock-solid muscle under that silk suit. Damn, the corporate jockey was hot. Way more than pretty Gomer Pitt.

“You do surprise me in some areas, Maxwell.” Not that surprise showed up in that heated gaze or rich, rich voice. “Quite honestly I never suspected you were anything but straight.” Wolfe’s palms slid over Max’s bare chest, teasing circles over his nipples. Eyes dark as a summer storm over Tulsa warmed Max further, sultry and full of hunger. “I must say I’m pleased beyond words that my proposition didn’t send you screaming in the other direction.”

“You should pay better attention. I’ve never been in the closet, hot shot. And I’ve never pretended to be straight.” Max let his grin spread wide, well aware of the devastating effect it could have. “I thought you corporate barracudas were the observant sort.” Oh, he did like the way the other man’s touch skimmed over sensitive skin. The good-looking suit had talent!

“Must be the influence of your very handsome, very straight buddy.” A soft slide of a thumb tip across Max’s bottom lip. “Watching the two of you together at the company picnic. He seemed too uptight to be comfortable around you unless you were straight as well.” Wolfe’s other hand trailed a path down to the waistband of Max’s jeans, teasing just inside. That intense gaze never left his face though. “You have a beautiful mouth, Max.”

Desire rippled through Max, heated and demanding. His hand tightened on Quinton’s waist. “Thanks. I get that a lot.” The force of the other man’s unrelenting attention caused another ripple to race through Max’s body. “Why don’t you kiss me again and show me what you meant by being at your whim?”

“Indeed.” Quinton’s smile had a real good devastation quotient going, too. “I have something very special in mind for you tonight. But I find I crave a kiss as much as you seem to.” Full sensual lips brushed over Max’s before Quinton claimed him completely. The taste of chocolate mint paled against the sheer power of Quinton Wolfe. A questing tongue slipped between Max’s willing lips, bent on conquest, sure of its power to dominate. Hard fingers knotted in Max’s hair, holding him tight against Quinton’s mouth, assuring the man could have as much of Max as he wanted. Or as much as Max would allow.

The sculptor let a moan slip past his lips as he ground his hips against Quinton. The sensual feel of a firm-muscled body against his own urged him to play Quinton’s game, to take whatever he could and enjoy it to the fullest. Let the other man think he was in charge if he wished; Max would still be the one having all the fun.

Monday Book Promo: PORTRAIT OF A KISS (Southern Beaus Book 1)

Portrait of a Kiss
(Southern Beaus Book 1)
T. D. McKinney & Terry Wylis 

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-410-5 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-908-7 (Paperback)

 The painting’s compelling blue eyes drew him in.  No matter how he tried, he couldn’t escape the portrait’s fascination.  Or those beautiful eyes.  They couldn’t possibly belong to a killer.  But according to all in this small Alabama town, that’s exactly what the gorgeous man on canvas was. 

Former police detective David Schaeffer never expected his inherited mansion to come with its very own ghost.  And certainly not handsome, mischievous Brian Terhune, chained to his family home, accused of a horrific double murder he didn’t commit.  The fascinating man in the portrait.

When his ghost proves to be not just a pretty face on canvas but a wonderful, sensitive man, that fascination turns to passionate love. Deeply enamored, David vows to clear his adored Brian’s name, wading through a fifty-years-cold web of hate and suspicion. 

But clearing Brian comes at a price.  Acknowledged as innocent, Brian will be freed, able to pass over to the peaceful rest he deserves.  Breaking Brian’s shackles could very well break David’s heart.

Genres: Gay / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings / Mystery / Detective / Romantic Comedy / BDSM (Light) / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Series
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novel (67k words / 180 paperback pages)

Read an excerpt HERE.

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 REVIEWS:

 4 Nymphs! – “I thoroughly enjoyed Portrait of a Kiss by TD McKinney and Terry Wylis. The main characters are drawn to each other from the very beginning and have a definite chemistry. With the aid of some excellent secondary characters, the writers were able to weave humor in a story that deals with a very gruesome crime. I loved the scenes between David and Brian when they forgot about the other people around them and the fact that they could not see or hear Brian. You will need to keep a box of tissue next to you however as this does have some intense `tear jerker’ moments. You will not regret picking up this book.”  — Critter Nymph,Literary Nymphs Reviews Only

 4.5 Stars! – Portrait of a Kiss Has It All  “This story unfolds with rich southern charm, thick and heavy with romance and mystery, love and loss and humor, and tragedy tempered by hope. The characters are very fully drawn and as the town around David and Brian starts to shed its prejudice and warms up to David, and as the truth starts coming out little by little, Brian too, what’s revealed is a an old southern lady full up with unique secondary characters that are quintessentially “small town” – with all the quirks and harmless oddities and charms. … a highly recommended read.”    — Tracy “Book Junkie”, Amazon.com customer review

“5 Stars!…Reader caution–read this novel with a box of Kleenex. I cried tears of love, tears of grief, tears of joy, copiously. This is a wonderful story which will tug your heartstrings and transport you through the toils of grief into the beauty of hope and faith in the eternal transforming power of love.“–Frost’s Fancy, Rainbow Reviews

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Another A+ Review for KISSING SHERLOCK HOLMES!

ImageManOhMan Reviews has given Kissing Sherlock Holmes a fantastic review. Quoting reviewer Joe:

“McKinney and Wylis write with a grace and elegance that would make Doyle himself proud. It’s almost as if they channelled his creative spirit to create a wonderful tale that feels as if it’s a part of the official Holmes’ canon.”

“The authors write with great respect for these beloved iconic characters… The language they used made me feel like I was reading a book that had been published during the 1800s, … which I loved.”

“McKinney and Wylis have not written some kind of gay pornographic slash fantasy between the two characters but have rather created a world that show two men who are best friends, as close as brothers, and who love each other deeply and have started to question just what kind of love they have for each other.”

Full review HERE.

Wow. I can’t even begin to describe what it feels like to read those words and know it’s about a book I helped create. — Terry Wylis