 My snippet this week is from Together Bound (Sentries book 2) When he arrived, he scanned the large room, searching out his mate. The slaves were working as servers, and Nick was among them. Moving toward the bar, Todd said hello to a few of the people he’d met earlier in the day. Biting back a smile, Todd sipped his beer, gaze slipping to Nick every few minutes. His heart fluttered along with his stomach. The way Nick’s eyes raked over Todd, the shocked expression on his face, quickly covered, the way Nick’s breathing sped up for a few seconds, and the thick, slow swallow accompanied by the slight flush rising up Nick’s neck, Todd knew. Nick liked the suit.  Read lots of great snippets on Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.
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 My Tuesday Teaser today is from Strays, a scifi/romance.
More people were rushing at the shore from the vans, having shed their assault uniforms. Pierre let go and Daniel reached the water slapping on the shore as the diver surfaced, Kyle dangling from his arms, coughing and sputtering. When his feet touched on the sand, Kyle stumbled away from the diver and at Daniel. Someone was shouting for blankets and dry clothes. Someone else was calling for one of the vans to be brought closer. Grabbing Kyle’s arm, Daniel started yanking on his jacket and sweatshirt, pulling them off. “You need this stuff off now.” “H-her-re, in fr-fr-front of every-bo-o-dy?” Kyle grinned but let Daniel tug his clothes off. “Shut it! What the hell stupid thing were you thinking?” He looked around. “I need blankets over here now!” Kyle’s teeth were chattering and the second he was stripped from the waist up, he wrapped both arms around his chest, hugging himself. His abs sucked inward, giving a concave look to his form, curving up in a smooth line to his expanding and contracting chest. Pierre rushed up, Daniel’s gear slung over one arm. He must have gone back and retrieved it once Kyle was out of the water and Daniel in no danger of going in after him. “This kid of yours is a real trooper, Dan.” “He’s not my—” Daniel turned to snap at him, but looked back and saw Kyle’s face. All of his anger flooding out of him, replaced by relief and a surge of pride. Daniel put his hand on the back of Kyle’s neck. “He sure is.” Giving Kyle’s neck a squeeze, he nodded at him. “You did good.” Kyle grinned like a loon. Digging in his pocket, he pulled his hand out and extended it, palm up. “I- I- I- g-g-g-got-t it-t,” Kyle announced between the chattering of his teeth. Strays is available on Amazon and is in Kindle Unlimited. My snippet this week is from Edge Jump, a BDSM romantic suspense with loads of hurt/comfort. Edge Jump is available from JMS Books and Amazon and is in Kindle Unlimited.  When the door was shut, Brett pointed to the bathroom. “Get out of the bed and go in there,” he said in a soft, even voice. “I can’t. I can’t walk, can’t skate, can’t do a fucking thing. I sit here and wonder how long will it be—?” Rylan shouted before glaring at the wall and clamping his lips shut. “I’m not going anywhere, Rylan,” Brett said. “Why not? It’s not as if I’m any good now.” “If you want to insult me, do it to my face, not that goddamn wall!” Brett snapped. When Rylan didn’t respond, but continued to stare at the wall, Brett growled, “Look at me, boy. When you talk to me and ask when I’m walking out on you, you will fucking look me in the eye! Boy.” Slowly Rylan’s head turned so he faced Brett and looked into his eyes. “I didn’t mean…it’s not as if we can…” Rylan’s voice trailed off. “Not if you won’t even get your skinny ass out of bed to take a piss.” Brett picked up the bedpan and chucked it into the trash. He pointed to the bathroom. “Get out of bed, use that walker, and go use the toilet.” “I can’t walk,” Rylan’s voice was a shaky whisper. “Fine. If using a bedpan is what you want to do for the rest of your life, give me your safeword and I’ll sit you on it myself.” There are more great snippets at Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.
 My Tuesday teaser this week comes from For the Long Run.  Eric stopped in the bathroom doorway, leaned inside and said, “Hey, morning. How are you?” Jay peeked around the shower curtain and smiled at him. “Sort of lonely in here.” Already out of his boxers, Eric was across the small bathroom in a few strides. Without hesitation he stepped into the shower and under the hot water. The shower wasn’t really big enough for sex. The two times they’d tried had ended up with more bruising and bumping than pleasure, and they’d given up quickly. Eric did enjoy the slick feel of Jay’s wet, soaped-up skin, the closeness of them washing each other, and was delighted when offered the opportunity to share the shower with Jay. Almost immediately Jay’s warm body was pressed against Eric’s. Winding one arm around Jay’s trim waist, Eric felt a surge of protectiveness course through him. The fact he could encircle Jay almost completely with his arm always made him feel that way. Dipping his head, he pressed his mouth to Jay’s, slipping his tongue along Jay’s lips a few times before gliding it into Jay’s mouth. Jay’s arms came up and around his back, while they spent a few minutes twining their tongues together, sliding over one another and around each other’s mouths. Eric broke their kiss and leaned his head back far enough that he could look at Jay and still hold him. “Good morning.” “Oh hell yeah, it is,” Jay murmured and rubbed against Eric. “Very good.” They were both half-hard, but Eric had no intention of this going much farther right now, not in the too-small space of the shower. Taking hold of Jay’s hips, Eric turned him so Jay’s back was against Eric’s chest. Reaching around Jay, Eric snatched the tube of shower gel from a shelf and squirted some into his hands. Rubbing them together for a few seconds, he worked the soap to a lather, then slathered it over Jay’s lean body. Jay rested his head back on Eric’s shoulder and sighed out a soft moan. “Feels good.” Eric smiled and used the heel of both hands to rub the jut of Jay’s hips and the line of muscle where his torso and legs met. “Not sore, hips okay, not stiff?” “A little.” Jay rolled his head to the side and shifted slightly so he could lick Eric’s neck. His pelvis tilted up and forward against Eric’s hands. “That feels amazing. You feel amazing.” Jay’s fingers worked over Eric’s flanks. Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, Eric nudged Jay forward a step. “Tilt.” He lathered up Jay’s hair then turned them carefully around so he could massage Jay’s scalp while he rinsed the shampoo away. “We need to do that again,” Jay said, swaying slightly on his feet. “Your hair is clean.” Jay laughed softly. “Not that. Last night… that. Like right now.” His fingertips pressed against Eric’s groin, moving in small, insistent circles. Eric kissed Jay’s long neck. “We will. Not daily, though, I haven’t got the energy for it.” Eric was starting to get a better feel for Jay’s mental state. Navigating the afterward of a first time for something this passionate could be tricky. Eric was determined not to screw it up. Telling Jay he’d have to wait and doing it the wrong way might be misconstrued as rejection on Jay’s part. Eric could take the blame and not suffer for it. They’d both be happier in the long run for his little white lie, which was only half lie anyway. “Takes a lot out of me.” He moved so he could whisper into Jay’s ear. “Besides, waiting makes it so much better. I’ll say when the next time is, keep you guessing and wanting.” Turning in his arms, Jay smiled and oozed slowly to his knees. His fingertips pressed lightly along the ridges between Eric’s abs before his hands glided down. He pressed warm, open-mouth kisses to Eric’s belly, working his way to the hair between Eric’s legs. Winding his fingers in Jay’s hair, Eric gave a gentle tug when Jay licked and sucked a path along Eric’s hardening cock. “Not… now.” “Please. I want to,” Jay panted. The light bulb went off slowly; Eric’s brain was fast losing blood to his penis. Jay might have seemed cheerful and fine outwardly, but he was in need of reassurance and care. If it was necessary for Jay to be a bit clingy for a while, so be it—Eric didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he rather enjoyed the feeling spreading through his chest it provided. 
Natalina Reis has a new MM gay/bi paranormal/urban fantasy romance out, Of Magic & Scales book two: Of Scales and Fire. And there's a giveaway! The cast of supporting characters from Natalina Reis's "Of Magic and Scales" are back and stronger than ever, and so are the pop culture references and silly jokes Aiden likes so much. As Aiden and his new family are joined by an unexpected antagonist that may yet prove to be their undoing, will their (un)domesticated new life as a couple be turned upside down? Aiden Mercer’s life has changed dramatically since his days of being a man-whore, where he spent most of the time either running his coffee shop in sunny Portugal or man-watching at the beach. He now has Naël, a cranky merman to love and to hold, and his sister, Vee, and friends to care for. Life is good. But life never seems to stop surprising the American ex-detective. A mysterious order of monks, a mermen poacher, shocking revelations about his parentage—and whoever is hunting him down—turn Aiden and Naël's summer into one to remember. Or maybe one they'd rather forget. Giveaway Natalina is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47170/? Excerpt It had become a running joke with us—the fact that I had no clue who or what I was. It was painfully obvious I was a magical of some kind, but no one seemed to be able to identify which one. I had lived my whole adult life thinking I was just a Joe Schmo, only to find out that was far from the truth. I was still pretty ambivalent about it. It was nice to have powers other humans could only dream of, but on the other hand, it also meant I was forever linked to a group of creatures I had fought so hard to stay clear of. I pushed him away, pretending to be mad at him. “Well, I am very poorly acquainted with my own powers, and until I learn how to better control them, I’m not much help to anyone.” I took another quick peek at the couple now walking out the door. Fouchard slapped me with the kitchen towel. “Those powers were what saved my sister two months ago.” It was true; I had helped rescue his sister from the hands of a serial killer bent on getting rid of all magicals who didn’t fit the traditional mold. My boyfriend took a couple steps until his lips hovered over mine, his heady scent invading all my senses. He was the one who held all the magic. “Stop being so down on yourself and own it. You do with everything else, why not with this too? It’s part of who you are.” True, except I really didn’t know who I was. Fuck, I didn’t even know my own birthday. “Besides, you have magic in those fingers of yours,” he whispered, a wicked smile spreading on his lips. “You’re a true sorcerer with that mouth.” He brushed a thumb along my lower lip. Then he looked down at my crotch and licked his lips. “And other magical parts.” He let it hang as he lifted his eyes to mine. Author Bio
Natalina wrote her first romance at the age of 13 in collaboration with her best friend. Since then she has ventured into other genres, but romance is first and foremost in almost everything she writes. She’s the author of We Will Always Have the Closet, Desert Jewel, Loved You Always, and Lavender Fields. After earning a degree in tourism and foreign languages, she worked as a tourist guide in her native Portugal for a short time before moving to the United States. She lived in three continents and a few islands, and her knack for languages and linguistics led her to a master’s degree in education. She lives in Virginia where she’s taught English as a Second Language to elementary school children for more years than she cares to admit. Natalina doesn’t believe you can have too many books or too much coffee. Art and dance make her happy and she is pretty sure she could survive on lobster and bananas alone. When she is not writing or stressing over lesson plans, she shares her life with her husband and two adult sons. Author Website: https://natalinareis.com/ Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/natalina.bell/ Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/authornatalinareis Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/TichaB Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reisnatalina/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14883335.Natalina_Reis Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/natalina-reis/ Author Liminal Fiction (LimFic.com): https://www.limfic.com/mbm-book-author/natalina-reis/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Natalina-Reis/e/B01ADQ9FJW/ 
Hello Snippetters! This week's snippet is from Whiskey and Moonshine, a sweet with heat, slow-burn romance.  Mal’s inner—much more rational—voice screamed, Twenty-four! Not only was Colt, who was a mere twenty-four, about to become a representative for Mal’s whiskey empire, he and Mal were going to be spending a ridiculous amount of time together. That wouldn’t really be an issue if Mal could take his eyes off the kid--man, he was a man. Twenty-four! He was freaking bloody twenty-four. Mal was thirty-six. What the hell did one discuss with a twenty-four-year-old, drop-dead-gorgeous man? He wished he’d never seen Colt’s birthdate on his paperwork. “Do I look okay?” Colt asked. He seemed a little shy and unsure all of a sudden. Guilt assaulted Mal; he’d made Colt uncomfortable. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been staring, but you look amazing. A whole new you. I like it very much.” Colt glanced down and shrugged a bit, a slight blush covering his ears. “I shouldn’t have been staring either, so I guess we’re even?” He looked up, then away quickly. Mal stopped himself from blurting the words “You were staring at me? Why?” Instead he smiled softly. “We’re both guilty. Our little secret.” He pushed his chair back and stood up. “I’ll get the rest of our dinner.” “I’ll help.” Colt stood up so fast his chair nearly toppled over. Mal and Colt reached the sliding glass door at the same time, and Colt stopped seconds before running headlong into Mal. He stepped back quickly. “Sorry.” “No need to be sorry.” Mal waved Colt through the door. “After you. I’d love some help.” Colt blushed even more deeply and scooted through the door. Mal held the handle for a bit—one, two, three deep breaths—and then he followed Colt into the kitchen. His body definitely appreciated Colt, and accidentally colliding, feeling Colt’s lean body against his, even briefly, was a bonus. Read more snippets at Rainbow Snippet Facebook group.  Whiskey and Moonshine is available
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Join the Facebook group and get more information at Con-Tinual: The Con That Never Ends. My teaser this week comes from Together Bound, book 2 of Sentries.  Todd had heard the rumors and stories of special slaves, a group kept secret by the government for years and had no idea how Nick or his ability were involved, if at all. Todd wasn’t even sure he completely believed all the rumors, which were sketchy at best. Even those rumors couldn’t explain this. Mind racing, he went through scenario after scenario, not wanting to face any of them and completely panicked by the realization he’d have to face them all. Pounding on the front door made him start and gulp air into his constricting lungs. Three days, the letter said three days; why was someone here now? It took a few seconds for him to process that someone on the other side of the door was calling his name and it was a voice he recognized. Todd staggered from the kitchen to the front door, and yanked it open without checking to see who it was, something he’d never done before. Apparently, Nick wasn’t the only one who was going to freak. Todd was well into his own freak-out. His vision swam, and he stood staring at the man in front of him for a few more seconds before croaking, “Jimmy?” The older man brushed past him and into the apartment before shutting the door firmly behind him. Hands gripping Todd’s shoulders hard, Jimmy gave Todd a slight shake as his eyes scanned the apartment. “Where’s Nick?” “They can’t do this!” Todd backed up a step. “No one can do this. They can’t just take him. Can they?” Jimmy’s hands dropped to his sides. “Hell, kid, I wouldn’t have thought so. I don’t know. Todd, where is he?” “Eminent domain is for property, to build roads and hospitals. Not to take people.” “Todd! Where the hell is Nick?” Blinking, Todd lifted his gaze from the paper in his hand to Jimmy’s face. “He’s…it’s Sunday.” Jimmy literally snarled at him. Shaking his head, Todd cleared his throat and concentrated. “It’s Sunday. When we’re in town, we get breakfast at a café near here. He went to pick it up. That’s where I get the coffee you and Nick like so much. Nicky loves the coffee…” Todd’s voice trailed off. Did Jimmy mean to imply they’d snatched Nick off the street?  My snippet this week is from For the Long Run. It's an erotic romance/supernatural suspense. It's also currently on sale for $3.99! This snippet is rated R for adult audiences.  Eric stopped in the bathroom doorway, leaned inside and said, “Hey, morning. How are you?”
Jay peeked around the shower curtain and smiled at him. “Sort of lonely in here.” Already out of his boxers, Eric was across the small bathroom in a few strides. Without hesitation he stepped into the shower and under the hot water. The shower wasn’t really big enough for sex. The two times they’d tried had ended up with more bruising and bumping than pleasure, and they’d given up quickly. Eric did enjoy the slick feel of Jay’s wet, soaped-up skin, the closeness of them washing each other, and was delighted when offered the opportunity to share the shower with Jay. Almost immediately Jay’s warm body was pressed against Eric’s. Winding one arm around Jay’s trim waist, Eric felt a surge of protectiveness course through him. The fact he could encircle Jay almost completely with his arm always made him feel that way. Dipping his head, he pressed his mouth to Jay’s, slipping his tongue along Jay’s lips a few times before gliding it into Jay’s mouth. Jay’s arms came up and around his back, while they spent a few minutes twining their tongues together, sliding over one another and around each other’s mouths. Eric broke their kiss and leaned his head back far enough that he could look at Jay and still hold him. “Good morning.” “Oh hell yeah, it is,” Jay murmured and rubbed against Eric. “Very good.” They were both half-hard, but Eric had no intention of this going much farther right now, not in the too-small space of the shower. Taking hold of Jay’s hips, Eric turned him so Jay’s back was against Eric’s chest. Reaching around Jay, Eric snatched the tube of shower gel from a shelf and squirted some into his hands. Rubbing them together for a few seconds, he worked the soap to a lather, then slathered it over Jay’s lean body. Read a diverse and interesting selection of snippets on the Rainbow Snippet Facebook group. For the Long Run is available in eBook and in Kindle Unlimited. 
Jeff Jacobson has a new queer YA urban fantasy romance out, Broom Closet Stories book 3: "The Boy Who Chased After His Shadow." And there's a giveaway! What If an Evil Witch Was Controlling Your Thoughts Without You Knowing? Soon after being whisked away to Seattle to live with an aunt and uncle he barely knew, Charlie Creevey learned that he hailed from a family of witches. After settling into this unfamiliar life, his feelings toward his new friend Diego Ramirez began to grow into something more serious. And if that wasn’t enough, he failed to stop the nefarious witch Grace and her cohort from using the dreaded deathcraft and killing his mentor Malcolm. In Book 3 of this riveting series, Charlie discovers that Grace has gone into hiding and is acting behind the scenes. Able to influence minds in ways that were previously unheard of in the witching world, Grace compels Charlie to unwittingly do things like taking on the bullies at Puget Academy and lying to his family. The more Charlie believes he is acting of his own accord, the more Grace secretly rebuilds her strength and plots her comeback. Will Charlie ever be able to overcome Grace and her coven? Or is Charlie destined to live life as a gay teen witch, shrouded by the evil veil of the deathcraft? And can he ever share his secret with Diego—or will he have to keep his identity as a witch hidden in the broom closet forever? Find out in The Boy Who Chased After His Shadow. Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CANAbout the Series:
High school life as a gay teenage witch is never easy. Ask Charlie Creevey, the boy who’s busy developing his witchcraft abilities while navigating romance with Diego Ramirez. Forget about focusing on schoolwork, too, thanks to an evil witch and her ilk who will stop at nothing to destroy everyone around them, including Charlie and his family, for power. All he wants is some normalcy... but will Charlie ever be able to share who he really is? Or must everything remain a secret? From paranormal adventures and a whirlwind romance, to battling evil witches and a gripping conclusion, enjoy all the thrills and excitement, in the supernatural world of the Broom Closet Stories. Giveaway Jeff is giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47169/? Excerpt
With a shrug, Diego set the tray down on the coffee table and sat down next to Charlie, who leaned into the taller boy’s warmth. “That,” said Diego, looking about in wonder as he draped his arm over Charlie’s shoulder, “was epic. That was the most epic party I’ve ever been to.” Amos came walking into the living room and pushed on Randall’s arm, indicating that he was ready to be petted. “Are you glad they’re all gone, boy?” asked Charlie’s uncle. In reply, Amos’s tail thumped the floor, and the groan of pleasure that escaped his throat seemed answer enough as he leaned into Randall’s hand. “I’m glad you liked it, Diego,” said Beverly. She held a mug of tea in her hand. The expression on her face seemed to be a mix of wistfulness and pleasure—or maybe something else. Charlie often couldn’t tell with Beverly. “I thought that the trick-or-treaters would never end,” said Randall, shaking his head. “I worried we’d run out of candy. Just when you thought it was over—” Amos barked once, sharp, then ran over to the north-facing wall, looking up at the small picture window high up near the ceiling, wagging his tail. A yellow cat sat on a bare tree branch, peering down at the people in the living room as if holding court. “Holy feline, that scared the crap out of me!” shouted Diego, clutching his chest. Charlie snuck a glance at his aunt and raised his eyebrows. Was that a cat from the network? Or just some stray prowling around on the trees out front? The slight shrug of her shoulders and the way she narrowed her eyes told Charlie she didn’t know. The doorbell rang. Amos barked again, then ran over to the front door. Randall and Diego jumped. “I’m gonna have a heart attack!” Diego declared. Charlie and Beverly looked first at the front door, then back at each other. “Who the hell could that be?” asked Randall, starting to stand up. “Even the older kids should be done for the night.” “Let me get it,” said Beverly, placing her hand on her husband’s knee before coming to her feet. Charlie knew it was a command, not a suggestion. Upon her secretive glance to him, he shrugged off Diego’s arm and followed his aunt to the foyer. Two small figures stood on the front stoop, bathed in the yellow cone of light from the lamp above the door. They were dressed as ghosts, with pure white sheets stretched over their small bodies, ghoulish eye and mouth holes drawn in overly large ovals. Red droplets of paint, to mimic blood spatter, speckled their heads and upper bodies. As an added touch of the grotesque, twin ropes with frayed ends encircled their tiny necks. Charlie’s skin prickled. “Trick or treat!” cried the figure on the right, a boy’s voice. He couldn’t be older than five or six. The figure next to him, only an inch or two taller, stayed silent but held out an empty, plastic jack-o’-lantern. There was something demanding and greedy in its gesture. “Oh,” said Beverly. “Hello. Isn’t it a little late for you to be out?” She craned her neck, and Charlie guessed she was looking for an adult standing beyond the front gate. The sidewalk appeared empty. “By yourselves?” “No,” stomped the figure on the left. A girl. “We don’t have a curfew.” Charlie watched as his aunt’s eyes widened before softening. “Well, I see. Charlie, do you think we have any leftover candy?” “We won’t eat it. We just—” said the smaller boy. The girl elbowed him so sharply that the boy teetered backwards. “Ow!” he shouted. Charlie reached out and grabbed the bony shoulders of the ghost boy before he could topple off the porch, releasing his grip only when he was steady on his feet again. “You’re not going to eat it?” asked Beverly. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Anyway, about that candy,” demanded the girl. Something isn’t right about this, Charlie thought. But it was Halloween, right? You were supposed to give out candy to anyone who came by. Wasn’t that the unwritten rule? He glanced up at the upper branches of the trees but could see no yellow cat. “Charlie, wait here while I check to see if we have anything left,” said his aunt, turning around and walking back into the house. Charlie, guessing that his aunt was up to something besides looking for leftover candy, did as he was told. “Are you having a good time?” he asked the small figures. The two ghosts stood still and remained silent, their black, oval eyes staring up at him—more chills over his skin. There was something downright frightening about these two little kids, standing side by side in their macabre costumes, saying nothing. A strong gust of wind blew overhead, and the massive trees surrounding the house bowed and straightened, bowed and straightened. A car door slammed somewhere down the street, and he heard what sounded like a group of teenagers laughing and shouting. “We just had a really big party,” he said. “Lots of people. Lots of kids.” More awkward silence. Charlie summoned a Word and cast it outward, double-checking that the extra-strong wards his aunt set to run the perimeter of their property were still intact. His Word bounced back to him, healthy and intact. Nothing breached. Now that he thought about it, that was silly. Charlie could tell that these two little kids were neither witches nor Echoes. Plus, if they had broken through the wards, Beverly wouldn’t have left him alone with them on the porch. Then why were the hairs on the back of his neck static with electricity? “Here we are!” said his aunt, stepping next to him on the porch. She held a small, clay bowl in her hand. In the bowl sat three ridiculously fat chocolate bars, wrapped in shiny black paper and tied with ornate orange ribbon. They definitely did not come from the trick-or-treaters’ stash they’d been using; he’d never seen them before. “Only take one each, now,” said his aunt, leaning over and holding the bowl down at eye level with the children. Author Bio
Jeff Jacobson was born and raised in Seattle and graduated in 1991 from the University of Puget Sound in Tacoma, Wash., with a degree in Asian studies and a minor in Chinese language (Mandarin). He works both as a coach and a trainer of coaches, and is passionate about how evolved leadership can help transform organizations, their clients, and even the world. The Broom Closet Series emerged from a challenge/dare after Jeff Jacobson criticized other books for how they depicted witches ("Windswept hair… spells, always in Latin…" no, no, no). The friend he made these comments to called him out on his critique, noting that the authors wrote their books, not Jacobson's. Could he write his own witchy books? In 2008, Jacobson decided to find out. Already top sellers on Amazon, The Boy Who Couldn't Fly Straight and The Boy Who Couldn't Fly Home chart teenager Charlie Creevey's double coming out – as a young gay man, and as a witch. He lands in the hamlet of West Seattle and becomes part of the local coven, which he needs in order to fight off Grace, a murderous villain who's killing teens to fuel her power and control. Jacobson picks up the thread yet again in The Boy Who Chased After His Shadow as Charlie's feelings for classmate Diego Ramirez deepen, and Grace's pitiless murders terrify and threaten the community. Author Website: http://www.jeffjacobsonworld.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/jeff.jacobson.528 Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/theboywhocouldntflystraight Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theboywhocouldntflystraight/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jeff-Jacobson/e/B00FI0QO02/
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