#OMG review tour for Nothing but Smoke by @thedaisyharris out now from @samhainpub #giveaway by @goddessfish

NBtMR_NothingButSmoke_BannerNo, Daisy Harris isn’t blowing smoke up your ass. She’s a great writer and also a real cute chick. I know. I saw her in person last year at the Gay Romance NW conference. No, I didn’t drool on her or anything. Get your mind out of the gutter! But I did to hear her opinions on writing gay romance and found her quite intelligent. Since then I’ve wanted to read one of her books, but didn’t think college boys were up my alley. Nothing but Smoke is the very first Daisy Harris book I’ve read and I can assure you it won’t be my last. Sheesh! WTF was I waiting for?

MY TAKE ON NOTHING BUT SMOKE

I really enjoyed Daisy’s writing. She has a way of keeping it real between two guys – especially in the anonymous sex hookup scenes where the dialog is short and clipped – while at the same time she’s digging deep for emotional gold. She finds a lot, too, in both characters. Her sexual acts were well described as well. The different…. parts, etc. were believable and delivered with enough adjectives to keep things active and intense.

Nicky looked like a live wire. Excited, rough and strong. For some reason, he let Michael take the lead, which had Michael a little confused and yet more turned on than he could remember.

 

“Good, right?” The lube was warm from his pocket, and it felt like sinking into a mouth.

 

“Oh God…fuck.” Nicky clutched him by the neck of his jacket and pulled him closer. This time when they kissed, it was Nicky dragging Michael in tight, moving under Michael’s mouth.

 

Michael wouldn’t have been surprised if Nicky had shoved Michael off when he went in for the kill. But it had been so damn long since Michael had tangled tongues with any man. He’d forgotten how much he loved the feel of breath on his lips. Better still was the desperate way Nicky kissed—lips hard and rough, his teeth scraping. For the first time since they’d started, Michael felt how powerful Nicky was—strong enough to throw Michael against a tree if he wanted. That made Nicky letting Michael drive all the sweeter.

The two men go at each other in fits and spurts (ha!) and it’s a good 3/4 of the way through the story before penetration happens. But by then Ms. Harris has taken us on quite a wild emotional ride. Nicky and Michael have gone through a hell of lot for two guys that met in a park for a quick hookup.

Note: If you’ve lost a parent recently, this book might pack an emotional punch.

Nicky’s mom is dying of cancer and that fact shadows his actions through most of the story. I loved how Michael kept misinterpreting Nicky’s responses and how cool it was when he finally understood he wasn’t being played or used. The two men do have some major blow-ups but who under this much stress wouldn’t? Trying to figure out if you’re gay, or want to have a relationship or simply rage at the world over the unfairness of your mom’s suffering is a lot to try to handle at the same time. Daisy doesn’t short-shift any of that, but puts a good majority of the feelings on the page.

One of the major issues is Nicky’s not out. This is an “out for you” story that does a good job of showing the emotional turmoil Nicky goes through with his decision at such a difficult time.

I also enjoyed Michael’s journey from self-protective, edgy knee-jerk reaction guy to full-on supporter. I really wish I’d have seen him bottom though. That would have been hot! And his mom was great. I wish she’d worn a bra, however, I think Michael now appreciates her more even if she doesn’t 🙂

In the complaint department I’d have to add a personal note: I’m not a fan or a follower of institutionalized religions (Michael and I would have gotten along just fine!) and the whole Catholic thing made me a bit nervous even though I do have Catholic relatives. (Don’t ask.) But I’m sure many readers can easily relate to the whole religious relative setup and background.

On the plus side, the fact the story’s set in Seattle wins brownie points from me! I remember the old stomping grounds and love seeing them fleshed out like this – seeing the guys get together in the bushes even if it’s only in my vividly dirty imagination. Daisy manages to bring them all to life with only a little bit of rain – and lots of dampness. (Heh!)

But I think what I’ll take away from the book most of all is Daisy’s fearless use of observations. It’s always the little things we notice that stay with us.

When he could finally stop his mouth from running, Nicky blinked into eyes that looked all the bluer against the purple sky. “And you said I owed you a…” God, he couldn’t say it out loud, but he wanted it more than anything.

 

The slow spread of Michael’s lips was the sexiest thing Nicky had ever seen. Better than porn, because in videos Nicky had always focused on the physical—an ass or a cock, thick thighs or the twirl of hair around a nipple.

 

He’d never searched a man’s face before, noticed how the hard edges fought with soft lips and eyes.

 

“Yeah, you do.” Michael reached for Nicky’s belt loop.

Do yourself a favor. Read this book twice.

Eva

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Daisy will be awarding a $50 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

 

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Cover_NothingButSmokeNothing But Smoke

by Daisy Harris

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BLURB:

 

Sometimes good boys do bad things.

 

Fire and Rain, Book 3

 

Michael Larson considers himself one of the good guys. He recycles, eats mostly vegan, and volunteers. But one night, while on a jog through a Seattle park, he encounters a sexy man on a motorcycle he wants to be bad with.

 

Firefighter Nicky O’Brian barely has time to even think about a sex life. Between his job and caring for his critically ill mother, his only pleasures involve a few racy videos and occasional nighttime forays to find men willing to help him forget his troubles.

 

It was supposed to be a one-time, anonymous hookup—until fate intervenes and their mutual attraction blossoms into a furtive affair. Michael doesn’t date closeted guys, but for the haunted, lonely Nicky he makes an exception.

 

When Nicky’s mother takes a turn for the worse, Michael is forced to make a choice between idealism and compassion. And as Nicky’s needs spiral out of control, Michael realizes that a new set of ideals could be exactly what he needs to keep love in his life—for good.

 

Warning: Contains sex in the trees, sex in parked cars, and sex in other uncomfortable places. Tissues are required, because the ending will make you cry—and maybe make you want to call your Mom.

 

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Excerpt

 

 

“I’m not religious.” Nicky went to the fridge and got out two beers. He handed one to Michael and opened the other for himself.

 

“Okay.” Michael downed a measure to have something to do with his hands. “You know, you don’t need to explain anything to me.”

 

Nicky glanced sideways, his lips pinching. “Like hell I don’t.”

 

The remark cut so fast that Michael couldn’t figure out where it came from. He gritted his teeth, trying not to rise to the bait. “What do you mean by that?”

 

“Nothing.” Nicky rubbed his face, hanging his head and looking small, like maybe he’d shrunk recently. “It’s just, I know what you need. What you want me to do if we’re going to…”

 

Michael thought about stopping Nicky, telling him that tonight Michael didn’t need anything from him at all. But he wanted to hear this, to know how things looked between them from Nicky’s perspective.

 

“I can’t be like that right now.” Nicky’s chest deflated. “Hell, I can’t even be a regular person. Do regular shit like go to work or to the store without worrying. And I have to pack her stuff up tomorrow…” He swallowed, eyes wide open and his gaze a bottomless pit of need. “But, I want you here. I can’t offer you anything, but I want you here so much.”

 

Michael crossed the kitchen in a few steps and grabbed Nicky around the shoulders. He didn’t worry about Nicky’s mom out in the living room, or anyone seeing through the pitch-black windows, because what Nicky needed right now was a friend. No matter what Michael might want in the future, he could be a friend for Nicky. The guy who held him and patted his back, letting him shudder and maybe cry a little.

 

“Hey. It’s okay.” Michael rubbed Nicky over his short-sleeved shirt, not letting their skin touch, because if that happened, Michael would want to give Nicky a kiss. “It’s fine. Just relax.” In the week since they’d last seen each other, Nicky seemed to have grown more fragile. “Let’s have another beer, huh?”

 

 

 

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She’s even cuter than this in real life!

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

 

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she’s never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

 

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Website: www.thedaisyharris.com

 

Amazon buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Nothing-but-Smoke-Fire-Rain-ebook/dp/B00I41ZA7K/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395514625&sr=1-1&keywords=nothing+but+smoke+daisy+harris

 

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12 thoughts on “#OMG review tour for Nothing but Smoke by @thedaisyharris out now from @samhainpub #giveaway by @goddessfish

    • My mom just cancelled on me, so I’ll probably hike early and then go water the veggies in the greenhouse. Then, I’ll drink wine and down bratwurst before going to a Beethoven concert. Sunday… who knows?

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