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Wednesday, January 24, 2018

TWO MAN STATION by Lisa Henry Blog Tour

About Two Man Station

Gio Valeri is a big city police officer who’s been transferred to the small outback town of Richmond with his professional reputation in tatters. His transfer is a punishment, and Gio just wants to keep his head down and survive the next two years. No more mistakes. No more complications.

Except Gio isn’t counting on Jason Quinn.

Jason Quinn, officer in charge of Richmond Station, is a single dad struggling with balancing the demands of shift work with the challenges of raising his son. The last thing he needs is a new senior constable with a history of destroying other people’s careers. But like it or not, Jason has to work with Gio.

In a remote two man station hours away from the next town, Gio and Jason have to learn to trust and rely on each another. Close quarters and a growing attraction mean that the lines between professional and personal are blurring. And even in Richmond, being a copper can be dangerous enough without risking their hearts as well.

Hi! I’m Lisa Henry, and welcome to the blog tour for my new release, Two Man Station. I’m visiting some of my favourite blogs around the place to talk a bit about writing Two Man Station, and sharing some of my influences, my ideas, and even an excerpt or two! Don’t forget to leave a comment, for your chance to win a prize of a $20 Riptide voucher plus a small package of Australian goodies that I’ll post worldwide. The winner will be drawn on January 31.
Today I’m sharing an excerpt from Two Man Station, in which Gio Valeri has an encounter with a Richmond local he’d rather he didn’t: a taipan. Because when you’re a country copper, and there’s nobody else who can take care of a thing, it becomes your job by default. Enjoy!

Gio glanced at the door warily. There was a rolled-up towel wedged under the bottom of the door, presumably to keep the snake from vanishing elsewhere into the house.
“Any idea what sort it is?” Sergeant Quinn called as Jim vanished for a moment into one of the other rooms.
The old man reappeared a moment later, clutching the promised square-headed shovel. “I didn’t get a good look at it, but it’s brown.”
The sergeant took the shovel and passed his torch over to Gio. “Where’d you see it last?”
“In the bottom of the cupboard,” Jim said. “Gave me a hell of a fright.”
“I can imagine.” Sergeant Quinn put his hand on the doorknob, and drew a deep breath. “Okay.”
He pushed the door open.
Gio followed him through, his hand instinctively going for his firearm. Which, really? Like he was going to shoot a snake? He shifted the heavy torch from his left hand to his right instead. The weight of it was almost comforting.
Jim’s cupboard door was ajar. Gio hoped the snake was still inside, and not waiting under the bed or something, to strike out at him when he moved too close. Did snakes even do that, or had he been watching too many horror movies?
“Give us a bit of light, Gio,” Sergeant Quinn said, edging nearer to the cupboard.
Gio stood shoulder to shoulder with him, angling the torch so that a shaft of light illuminated the nest of shoes in the bottom of the cupboard. Shoes, and—Gio’s breath caught in his throat—a loop of shining flesh coiled around the top of a boot. The torchlight gleamed on the scales.
“Shit,” Sergeant Quinn said. “Okay, so that is not a python. That’s either a brown snake or a taipan.”
“Taipan,” Gio repeated, his voice flat, although a brown snake wasn’t that much of a better option.
“Don’t worry,” Sergeant Quinn said with a smile. “I won’t let you die before bingo night.”
“Okay,” Sergeant Quinn said. “You’re going to hold the torch there, and open the cupboard door for me.”
Gio’s stomach clenched. “I’m not liking this plan, Sarge.”
Sergeant Quinn flashed him that quick smile again. “The hospital’s only about four minutes away if we go lights and sirens.”
“Who’s gonna drive if we both get bitten?” Gio asked, inching forwards slowly. He couldn’t see the snake’s head, only that shining loop of scales. He had no idea how big it was, and no idea how it was actually situated in the bottom of the cupboard.
“We’ll take turns,” Sergeant Quinn said, and it was such a ridiculous answer that Gio huffed out a surprised laugh. The sergeant’s eyes crinkled in the corners, his smile more protracted this time, and Gio’s heart tumbled over a couple of erratic beats that he couldn’t entirely blame on being in the presence of the world’s most venomous snake. “Come on. Open the cupboard for me.”
Fuck fuck fuck.
Gio’s hand shook as he reached for the cupboard, as high up as he could without overbalancing—how high could an enraged taipan strike anyway? The only thing he could remember about taipans was the fact they didn’t only bite once, they struck multiple times. Got their fangs in and just kept biting down. That, and the deadliest-snake-in-the-world thing. He kept the torch angled so that the light bounced off the scales of the snake.
“Okay,” Sergeant Quinn said, his voice low. “Okay.”
Gio tugged the cupboard open, and everything happened at once.
A shoe clattered out onto the floor, the snake moved, and Gio realised too late that he’d been expecting movement from the other end. The head of the snake protruded from underneath a crumpled shirt on the open side of the cupboard, and Gio hardly had a second to step back before the snake was following him at impossible speed. Shoes and boots shifted and tumbled in the cupboard in its wake, and how the hell big was it?
There was a dull knock of pressure against Gio’s left boot as the taipan struck.
Sergeant Quinn slammed the head of the shovel down, and missed. Then, regaining his balance quickly, he moved forward and stepped down on the back of the snake’s head.
“Holy shit,” Gio said, his heart thumping fast.
A good two metres of snake writhed angrily between Sergeant Quinn’s boot and the cupboard, and the tail was still hidden somewhere underneath the pile of Jim’s shoes and boots.
Sergeant Quinn brought the shovel down again. This time he didn’t miss, neatly severing the snake’s head from its body with a resounding thunk.
“Did it get you?” he asked, lifting his boot off the snake’s head at last.
Gio looked down at his boot. There were indentations in the leather, and a shining trail of fluid sliding like a thick tear down towards the tread. Venom. “I’m okay. It got my boot, not me.”
A bit higher though, and his uniform pants wouldn’t have provided any protection at all.
“Show me,” the sergeant said, and moved closer. He leaned the shovel against the cupboard door and went down on one knee. Gio tugged his pants up slightly, and Sergeant Quinn inspected the indentations in his boot. “Jesus.”
“Yeah,” Gio said as the light glinted on the venom. His heartbeat was quickening, as though his body was only now realising how close the snake had got to his skin, to his bloodstream.
Sergeant Quinn nodded, exhaling heavily. “You’re good.” He rose to his feet again, his hand resting briefly on Gio’s knee for balance. “Jim?” he yelled. “You got a garbage bag?”

About Lisa Henry

Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.

Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.

She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.

She shares her house with too many cats, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.

Connect with Lisa:

      Twitter: @lisahenryonline


To celebrate the release of Two Man Station, one lucky winner will receive a $20 Riptide credit and a package of Australian goodies! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on January 27, 2018. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!


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Length: 60,000 words approx.

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I can’t sleep…

When unrequited love leaves Dylan Hart sleepless and nursing his wounds, instinct draws him to the one place he's found mindless respite in the past—Lovato’s. It’s a place for every fantasy — for crazy-hot encounters — where a night of insane NSA sex brings relief to Dylan’s fragile feelings.

It should be a perfect escape, and for one magical night it seems that way, but then worlds collide, and reality bites when his hookup desperately needs a friend. Surely Dylan can’t trust his instincts when friendship has bruised his heart so badly before?

It’s burying me alive…

The deck is stacked against former ballet dancer Angelo Giordano ever finding real love. At least visiting Lovato’s offers respite from a life defined by illness; a glimmer of light in the dull grey of his so-called life without dance. But then he encounters Dylan — a glorious ray of the brightest sunshine — who makes his heart pound once more with purpose.

Angelo’s mind is blown by this man, but the disease that ended his career won’t let him bask in new love. He’s drowning, and Dylan can’t save him while insecurities swamp them both. The only way to make it means confronting their demons.

If Dylan can turn his back on the past, and Angelo can face his uncertain future, maybe they can chase their dreams together.

Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer, currently working for Dreamspinner Press, Loose Id, Riptide Publishing, and Fox Love Press.

Garrett's debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards.

When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.

Garrett is also an award winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at, and co-owns the specialist stock site with renowned LGBTQA+ photographer Dan Burgess.


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SOUND OF SILENCE by Mia Kerick and Raine O'Tierney Blog Tour


Title: Sound of Silence 
Authors: Mia Kerick and Raine O’Tierney 
Release Date: January 23rd 2018 
Genre: MM Contemporary Romance 

Renzy Callen exists on the periphery of life, and not just because of the horrific childhood event that robbed him of the ability to speak. Walling himself off from the rest of the world as a means of protection, he occupies his time with art, music, and an obsession with self-help groups—whether he needs them or not. His isolation protects him, and he’s immune to drama and emotional games… or so he believes. Everything changes when he meets Seven and Morning Moreaux-Maddox, the wealthy, jet-setting siblings who move from a life of sophistication in Europe to humdrum Redcliff Hills, Missouri. Both Seven and his sister are impossibly beautiful and elegant, like the stars in magazines and high-fashion models on the runway. When Renzy is pulled into their push-and-pull of affection and rejection, he realizes there is more to both haunted Morning and cold, diamond-sharp Seven than meets the eye. The three teens embark on a quest to learn the reason behind Renzy’s selective mutism, and something more than friendship blossoms between Renzy and Seven. It’s during this trip of a lifetime that the three realize the truth they seek might be found in the sound of silence. 

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Seven I don’t go straight to class. First off , I don’t give a shit if I’m late to Physics for the Curious, which actually is the class’s laughable name. More importantly, though, is this: I dropped the ball with Morning last year in Paris, and she’s paid a high price for my lax behavior. I’ve sworn on all things holy and unholy that I will not drop the ball again. Therefore, I’m required to lurk in the hallways when I’m supposed to be in class, sizing up our new environment so that I will be ready to protect her. This is what I’m doing when I notice him—the very same dark- haired imp I saw running out of the Take Back Our Power meeting. I’m not comfortable with this—catching sight of the same boy two times in one day in such close proximity to my sister. I consider it my duty to study him, to memorize his face, to do what I should have done for Morning last year, at which I failed so miserably. So I scrutinize each feature as if my plan is to sculpt his face out of clay, with no reference point but my memory. Despite the rage that scorches my eyelids with every goddamned blink, I like what I see. 

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About the Authors 

Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—a daughter in law school, another in dance school, a third studying at Mia’s alma mater, Boston College, and her lone son still in high school. She writes LGBTQ romance when not editing National Honor Society essays, offering opinions on college and law school applications, helping to create dance bios, and reviewing English papers. Her husband of twenty-four years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about this, as it is a sensitive subject. Mia focuses her stories on emotional growth in turbulent relationships. As she has a great affinity for the tortured hero, there is, at minimum, one in each book. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with tales of said tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press and Harmony Ink Press for providing alternate places to stash her stories. Her books have won a Best YA Lesbian Rainbow Award, a Reader Views’ Book by Book Publicity Literary Award, the Jack Eadon Award for Best Book in Contemporary Drama, an Indie Fab Award, and a Royal Dragonfly Award for Cultural Diversity, among other awards. Mia is a Progressive, a little bit too obsessed by politics, and cheers for each and every victory in the name of human rights. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology. Contact Mia at Visit her website for updates on what is going on in Mia’s world, rants, music, parties, and pictures, and maybe even a little bit of inspiration. 

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Raine O'Tierney loves writing about first loves and friendship. She believes the best thing we can do in this life is be kind to one another, and hopes her stories always reflect that. Raine loves encouraging people to write and has been known to repeat the phrase "I believe everyone has a story to tell" endlessly, until she breaks down even the most stubborn non-writer! Raine lives outside of Kansas City, Missouri, with her husband, fellow M/M author Siôn O'Tierney. When she's not writing, she's either playing video games or fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. Contact her if you're interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or about which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!

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