Excerpt & Giveaway – The Courage to Heal by Hunter Frost

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Published by JMS Books, LLC.

2015NewAbout the Book

Former U.S. Army Sergeant Wade Carter returned from Afghanistan a broken man. Permanently injured and weighed down with PTSD, his scars run deeper than flesh and bone. When his regular physical therapist is taken ill, the sexy replacement doctor has Wade wishing he’d touch much more of his body than his busted leg.

Dr. Jesse Okenah isn’t a beginner when it comes to working with veterans, but his new patient stirs up feelings that go beyond professional. It’s Wade’s wounded soul, more than his mangled leg, that needs TLC in order for him to live a healthy, fulfilling life again. Jesse just needs to figure out how to deliver that care to the stubborn vet without crossing a line — and losing his heart.

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He slid two long fingers over the inside of Wade’s wrist. Hmm, soft as velvet. Damn him again. The man may not have been handsome by traditional standards, but Wade found him striking. The sienna complexion and angular features that hinted at his Native American heritage also gave him an earthy sensuality — rugged and strong without the grit. He wanted to see all that long black hair free and flowing. He reminded Wade of some stoic warrior turned heavy metal god. Mercy. Since he couldn’t pick out any gray strands in the sleek ponytail, and the only wrinkles were those near the corners of his eyes, Wade guessed he was in his early thirties, a few years younger than himself. The doc looked comfortable in his own skin and Wade liked that. He leaned toward him, the scent of aloe and autumn leaves a refreshing contrast to the vile odor of the hospital.

“Your pulse is slightly high,” the doctor said, removing his fingers. “But that’s understandable when you’re agitated.”

Oh, he was agitated all right. But this kind of agitation fluttered in his stomach and tingled in his groin. “Will you let me know when you hear about Dr. Allen?” Wade asked, hoping to distract his body from going down that road.

Dr. Okenah smiled crookedly, and Wade held back a sigh. Oh brother, he had a problem. “Of course.”

Wade nodded.

“I’ll let her know you asked about her.”

“Sure, but she won’t believe it. I’ve never been the most considerate patient.”

The doc’s brow rose as if to say, “No, really?” but he remained silent as he tore open the Velcro of the blood pressure cuff.

“I’m not that bad,” Wade insisted.

“You get angry often?”

“Not too often,” Wade lied. He gazed down at the floor, shame creeping over him like the evening fog.

The doc moved on. “How about depression?”

Wade didn’t know why he bothered to ask. It was all laid out in his chart. Didn’t he know how embarrassing it was to talk about this shit? Naming those feelings only made him feel worse, as if somehow speaking them aloud gave them more power. Everyone already knew he was broken. Why beat a dead horse? Wade finally nodded, but the doc didn’t press the issue.

Instead, Dr, Okenah slid his hand under the sleeve of Wade’s t-shirt, pushing the material out of the way for the blood pressure cuff. Wade instinctively flexed his arm, his skin prickling with goosebumps at the touch. Knowing the doc couldn’t have missed that as he wrapped the cuff around his arm, Wade flushed again. Why had he stopped doing his push-ups? His arms weren’t as solid as they used to be. Hell, neither was the rest of him. But glancing up at the doc had Wade suddenly wishing for a lot of things — that he had trimmed his shaggy beard, put on a cleaner t-shirt, or even combed his unruly hair. The ache in his cock signaled his overriding wish.

The sound of the Velcro ripping open jolted him back to grim reality.

2015NewAbout the author

Hunter lost a bet at a blackjack table and begrudgingly traded temperate Southern California for the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. There she resides with an extremely tolerant boyfriend and two cats named after her favorite beverage, Latte and Java. When she’s not dreaming of returning to coastal living, Hunter works at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, from where she recently received her Master’s in British history. In order to appease her muse, she writes the kind of fiction that keeps her sane. She adores romance in all forms, but prefers her stories with two heroes that find their happily-ever-after with each other.




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Excerpt & Giveaway: An Angel in Eyeliner by Hunter Frost

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Title: An Angel in Eyeliner
Author: Hunter Frost
Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-910635-07-0
Length: 44 Pages
Genre: LGBT, Religion and Spirituality, Short Stories,Contemporary Fiction, Holidays and Celebrations
Release Date: Dec 1st, 2014


All Mitch wants for Christmas is a quiet holiday free from grief. Patching up the target of a mugging in the back alley of his bar seems to throw that wish right out into the cold Chicago night. But the tatted, pierced, and skinny-jean wearing Keller Graham is fearless and proves to be more than a pair of icy blue eyes lined in black. Keller may be a thief, but Mitch never expected him to steal his lonely heart.


“Hey!” he barked at the group of men crowding around the chain-link fence across the alleyway. None of them must have heard, for they carried on with their shoving and cussing. Light was scarce except for the multi-colored glow above Mitch’s back door, but he squinted toward the group’s kicking feet, down among the soot-tinged snow and puddles.

Someone was on the ground.

Mitch held the gun up and racked the slide.

They heard that. He hadn’t seen heads turn that fast since the tank backfired at camp in Fallujah.

“Get the hell out of here!” Mitch yelled as he stalked toward the group, the gun held high.

The guys instantly took off in all directions, cursing and scrambling through the snow, slicks, and refuse. Nothing like a shotgun to scatter a mob. It was too easy.

Once the last of the men had cleared out and he could only hear distant footfalls, Mitch’s gaze landed on what the jerks had been crowding. A lanky man wearing all black, lay on his back amid the trash, most of his face hidden behind his long hair.

As Mitch moved closer, the cracked streetlight cast a shimmering halo in the pool of water around the man’s head. An angel…with a bruised cheek and a bloody cut under his eye. But an angel nonetheless.

When the man saw Mitch’s gun, he raised his head, his kohl-rimmed eyes going wide. He struggled to get up, attempting to skitter away like a crab. If Mitch wasn’t so concerned about him, he might have laughed.

Mitch squatted down and reached out.

“Don’t touch me!” The man brought his arms up to protect his face and in the process fell back into a chunk of dirty snow. Stagnant water splashed outward.

Mitch shifted to avoid the splatter. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” He coughed once and groaned, his breath misting before him. “Just sore.”

The guy shivered and Mitch realized how cold it was out here, and how cold he must be in his thin, and now wet, jacket. Didn’t he have something warmer for these vicious Chicago winters?

“Let’s get you up, then.” Mitch stood and opened his palm.

The guy leaned up onto his elbows. “Just leave me alone, will you?”

“I can’t.”

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An Angel in Eyeliner is from the Boughs of Evergreen Holiday Anthology from Beaten Track Publishing.

Boughs of Evergreen is a two-volume collection of short stories celebrating the holiday season in all its diversity. Penned by authors from the UK, the USA, Scandinavia and Eastern Europe, these are tales of the young and the not-so-young from many different walks of life.

Themes of family, friendship and romance take readers on a journey through some of the major holidays, both past and present, including Thanksgiving, Advent, St. Lucia Day, Hanukkah, Eid, Saturnalia, Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas and New Year. In each we find at the very least hope, and often love, peace and happiness.

Each story will also be published individually as ebooks on 1st December, 2014.

Proceeds from sales of this anthology will be donated to The Trevor Project. The Trevor Project is the leading national organization [USA] providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24. For more information, visit: www.thetrevorproject.org. 

2015About the author

Hunter lost a bet at a blackjack table and begrudgingly traded temperate Southern California for the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. There she resides with an extremely tolerant boyfriend and two cats named after her favorite beverage, Latte and Java.

When she’s not dreaming of returning to coastal living, Hunter works at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, from where she recently received her Master’s in British history. In order to appease her muse, she writes the kind of fiction that keeps her sane. She adores romance in all forms, but prefers her stories with two heroes that find their happily-ever-after with each other.


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Interview with Author Hunter Frost

Hello all you lovelies! It’s my pleasure to welcome fabulous debut author Hunter Frost who’s stopped by to answer some fun questions about herself and her new release What Can Brown Do For You?–part of the Men In Uniform anthology from Torquere Press! 


1. Why did you decide to write M/M Romance?

It was a complete fluke that I even stumbled upon reading my first M/M Romance. I had been reading and writing a lot of M/F Romance and somewhere along the way lost my groove. I was struggling with the writing process and trying to figure out where I wanted to go with writing as a career. I just happened to read a short erotic western featuring two men as I browsed the web one day. I had never read anything like it before and thought it incredibly sexy! I wanted more. That’s when The Auspicious Troubles of Chance popped up as a recommendation on the site. I read the blurb and excerpt and bought it instantly.  I mean, come on, Jacky Valentine is a commandant in the French Foreign Legion. Uniform fetish here, you know? J I read it all in one sitting. By the end I was motivated to write again and excited to try my hand at M/M Romance. I wrote to Charlie about how much her book inspired me and the rest is history!

2. What did you enjoy most about writing this story?

I loved writing from the point of view of my main character, Sean Barlow. He’s an IT specialist who loves online gaming and most things you’d see at ComicCon. He’s snarky and self-deprecating, and definitely reflects my own geeky side. Movie references come easy to him and he made me laugh out loud with some of his inner dialogue.

3. What do you do when you’re not writing?

I have an 8-5 office job with the state of Nevada and I’m finishing up my MA in history. I study nineteenth-century British history so there will be a Victorian story on the list one day soon. Other than work and school, I enjoy watching movies, especially comedies, and exploring the many dive bars of Las Vegas. I also love to travel when I have the time. I’ve been all over the US and last year visited England and Wales. My next trip will probably be to someplace tropical.

4. What’s your writing process like? Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I’m a little of both – but I lean more toward plotter. I almost always come up with my characters first and then put them in situations that drive them as crazy as possible. I create a rough outline of the story and tinker with that for a while until it seems solid. Then I write. My first drafts are all over the place and I may change the outline, but eventually I complete that draft, do one big revision, and it’s off to the betas to tear apart. Once they get back to me, I revise again and polish until smooth.

5. What are you finding to be the most challenging part of being a published author?

Promotion. I hate bugging people on social media sites and tooting my own horn. I wish I could just do interviews like these J

6. Do you have a designated writing area at home? What’s it like?

My computer is hooked up to a big screen TV monitor at the foot of my bed. So, I write in bed with a wireless keyboard and mouse. It’s worked better for my productivity than a traditional desk because I need to be relaxed in order to write. At a desk I feel like I’m at work and stress overpowers my creativity. Only when my boyfriend wants to watch TV in bed is it a problem. On the plus side, if I get tired, all I have to do is lay down.

7. How did it feel to sign that first contract?

I cried. Not big, deep sobs mind you; a few happy tears. I accomplished something I had been dreaming about since high school, writing stories with my vocabulary words. I’m not sure I believed I could do it – that somehow life would get in the way and writing would fall by the wayside. But I proved myself wrong. I was relieved and excited at the same time! Now I feel like nothing can stop me.

8. What advice would you give to an aspiring author looking to get published?

Keep writing and keep completing your stories. You can only publish something that’s finished. That’s the hardest part. Once you have stories to share, the options are endless.

Talk to other authors, make friends, and join writing groups. The support I’ve received from other writers has been priceless. My writing buddies keep me motivated and moving forward and I don’t think this writing thing would be nearly as enjoyable without them. The M/M Romance community has been amazing as well. I’m forever thankful to be part of such a giving group of writers and readers.

9. Coffee or tea?

Either. I love them both! And though I’m an anglophile, I can’t handle milk in my tea. Blech!

10. What are your plans for the future? What more can we look forward to from you?

My plans are to keep writing M/M romance, and possibly some M/F romance, until I’m physically unable to hold a pen, speak into a microphone, or type out letters.

As for what’s coming up: I wrote a short story for the Goodread’s anthology, Love’s Landscapes, called “A Thoreau Affair” about a retired University professor and the irresistible student who finds his way back into his life. That should be out this summer.

I’m finishing up a novella to be submitted this month about an injured army veteran with PTSD and a physical therapist who helps him find the courage to heal.

I’m also working on the first novel in a contemporary trilogy set in Charleston, South Carolina. Some of the characters from those novels will include a sexy blues singer, a built police officer, and a Scottish Lord.

The remainder of the year should be a busy one, indeed! 


What Can Brown Do For You?


IT geek Sean Barlow lusts after the dreamy UPS guy who charms the ladies in his office with his roguish smile and sinful brown shorts. He couldn’t be more out of Sean’s league, even if by some miracle he was gay. But when a freak power outage finds Sean trapped in the elevator with his uniformed hunk, he learns first-hand that you can’t judge a UPS guy by the size of his package.


I made my way over to the break room, carrying a binder in front of me (I’ve learned my lesson) and an empty coffee cup to make it look like I had a reason to be there. Mr. Brown leaned over the front desk, chatting up nearly ten women at once. I propped myself against the door frame, staring at the curve of his tight ass in those shorts only he could look good in. Damn, he had a perfect, round rump, stretching the fabric in all the right places. The material came down nearly to his knee, exposing a tease of muscled thigh. His calves were lean and tan, and lightly dusted with dark hair that matched the midnight locks on his head. He held his cap in hand as he stood, giving me a generous view of his broad shoulders and slim hips, accented by the black belt around his tapered waist. The uniform accentuated the movements of his taut muscles, and I was mesmerized.

The women near him laughed and primped, trying to hold in their guts and push out their boobs all at once. He laughed, talking with them about whatever cheap floozies talk about. Jealous much? I sighed. I couldn’t judge them. I was exactly like them. Well, without the tits, or even the balls to enter Mr. Brown’s line of sight. He probably thrived on the girly attention and had any number of hot chicks to choose from every night. Smokin’ hot men like him, gay or straight, knew it, and used it to their advantage. Mr. Brown was no different. He could be as shallow and self-absorbed as he wanted to be. No one would care. I mean, look at him! Who would say no to that?

I poured myself some coffee and returned to my spot in the doorway. I blew into the cup before the steam could fog up my glasses. When I glanced up, Mr. Brown’s gaze had landed on me.

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Hunter lost a bet at a blackjack table and begrudgingly traded temperate Southern California for the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. There she resides with an extremely tolerant boyfriend and a fat little cat named after her favorite espresso, Latte. When she’s not dreaming of returning to coastal living, Hunter works on her MA thesis in British history and at her government day job. In order to appease her muse, she writes the kind of fiction that keeps her sane. She adores romance in all forms, but prefers her stories with two heroes that find their happily-ever-after with each other.

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