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Saturday, September 29, 2018

NEW RELEASE - Jamie Lynn Miller - Memory's Prisoner

Please welcome my friend and fellow author, Jamie Lynn Miller, to the chaos! She has a fabulous new release that she wants to share with you. Check it out!

MEMORY'S PRISONER by Jamie Lynn Miller

If m/m amnesia stories are your thing, then this is the book for you!


Detectives Mitchell Reid and Joseph Valentino of the Chicago Police Department have finally moved from friends to lovers, partners on the job and off. Their new-found happiness is short-lived, however, when an escaped felon with a thirst for revenge shatters their world. The police tactical raid to recapture the convict goes horribly wrong, leaving Mitch severely wounded and Joey with a devastating head injury that plunges him into a long-term coma.

Two years later, Joey awakens with partial amnesia, which has erased a year of his life, including the knowledge that he and Mitch are lovers. Unwilling to force Joey back into a relationship if his feelings for him were no longer there, Mitch can only suffer in silence as he supports Joey on his long road to recovery, hoping he will remember the love they once shared.

NOTE: This is a second edition of a previously published book that has been re-edited, revised and expanded by 10,000 words



Joey turned to leave, but Mitch stopped him with a firm grip on his arm.


Blue eyes locked with blue, the connection the two men shared never more apparent than at that moment, a myriad of emotions flashing across both their features.
“I know,” Joey whispered. Then he was gone, moving into the darkness.

Taking up his position with the rest of his team, Mitch was still nagged by the feeling of unease at seeing that flash of light. Despite trying to convince himself it was probably nothing, he reached once again for the FLIR binoculars. He concentrated only on the ground this time, at the bottoms of the crates and boxes, where he had seen the first flash. At first, there was nothing, but there, there it was again. A quick flash, then it was gone. Mitch held still, waiting. Another flash. And then to his right, in his peripheral vision, another one. This time recognition slammed into him like a freight train, just as Tim and his team raced around the corner toward Doyle’s hideout.

Oh, God.


“No! Wait!” Mitch cried out, scrambling from his position against the wall, racing around the far end, weapon drawn.

Too late.

The first explosion lit up the night sky in a brilliant ball of orange and yellow fire and smoke, taking with it the crate the bomb was in and the first two officers, their bodies tossed into the air like feathers. The warehouse windows shattered from the inside, automatic gunfire spraying out, cutting down another of Tim’s men. Cries rang out from the injured officers as the rest of the team returned fire and scrambled for cover, trying to reach their fallen comrades.

Mitch ran full tilt into the battlefield the dock had now become, firing as he went, the rest of Team Two right behind him, hearing Tim bellowing out orders to the remainder of his own team. Mitch reached the first wounded officer just as a second crate exploded, knocking another man off his feet, wounded as well.

The air was thick with smoke and angry gunfire as Mitch pulled the unconscious officer at his feet to relative safety before racing back into the war zone, determined to end this. Fearing the remainder of the crates were also rigged with explosives but seeing nothing else to use as cover, the detective holstered his weapon, unclipped the flash-bang grenade from his Kevlar vest, and began his dangerous one-man assault on the warehouse.

Counting on the darkness, the smoke, and Tim and his men to keep Doyle and his men busy, Mitch moved stealthily to the far side of the dock. Trying not to draw attention to himself, he slipped from crate to crate, drawing ever closer to the windows of the warehouse.

He almost made it.

Mitch crouched at the corner of one crate, preparing to slip to the next closet one. The flash from a rifle’s muzzle inside the warehouse caught Mitch’s eye as it illuminated the gunman.


Their eyes locked and a twisted grin crossed the psychopath’s face. Mitch’s cover had been blown. A split second later he heard the ominous click of the triggering mechanism inside the crate he was leaning against and Mitch knew he had seconds to live.

Launching himself up and away from the crate, heedless of the gunfire surrounding him, Mitch desperately tried to put as much distance between himself and the bomb as he could. Four frantic strides were all he could manage.

The force of the explosion threw him off his feet and hurled him forward, wave after wave of intense heat and debris at his back, before he slammed down onto the dock. Excruciating pain like he’d never known raced through his battered body as he rolled across the wooden surface before coming to rest on his back. Dazed and winded, fighting unconsciousness, Mitch heard Tim frantically calling his name. His head lolled to the side as he tried to answer but his gaze caught sight of the torn, bloody mass of flesh that was his left leg.

“No! Mitch!”

Joey’s cry of utter terror drew Mitch’s attention from his mangled body. He looked up to see his partner racing toward him, surrounded by Team Three, weapons blazing. Uncaring of the extreme danger he was in, Joey charged forward in a desperate rescue attempt, his fear for Mitch written all over his face.
Horrified, Mitch tried to call out, managing only a hoarse whisper. “No…get back….”

Two feet from Mitch it happened.

Another crate exploded, sending huge pieces of debris through the air. Unable to slow down or change course, Joey plowed directly through the explosion, his head suddenly snapping violently to the side as a large piece of wood impacted it.


The scream was torn from Mitch’s throat as he watched his partner’s expression change from one of terrified concern to one of total confusion as the wood hit its mark and his body crumpled down onto the dock.

The nightmare had begun.



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Bio - Jamie Lynn Miller

I’ve been writing fiction since childhood and decided to take the plunge and go pro in 2008, finding to my amazement that people truly enjoyed my love stories. I’m a romantic at heart, and my tales reflect the desire we all have to find “the one,” persevering through trials and heartache for that happy ending.
I have a degree in fine arts and have spent the last twenty years working as a graphic designer, though I’d much rather be writing. I was born in Chicago and still live there today with my husband and our furry, four-footed children, er… cats.
If I’m not brainstorming story ideas, you can find me at a sci-fi convention, in front of a furnace doing glass blowing, or on a mat twisted into a yoga pose.

Email: jamielynnmiller@live.com
Twitter: @JamieLynnAuthor
Amazon Author Page: http://tinyurl.com/k3go6f2

Friday, September 28, 2018


Welcome to Chaos in the Moonlight, the blog for m/m romance author K-lee Klein. 

It's a little dusty in here but I'm going to try to clean it up and keep it that way. 

The perfect place to start is a new release, and coincidentally, I have one!

Lazy Sundays was released on September 26, 2018! 

The original Lazy Sundays was a free short story I wrote in 2011. I followed it up with a little sequel called Lazy Valentines.

This version of Lazy Sundays is not just a rerelease. On top of the massive editing/rewrite I did on both books, I’ve also added more than 70,000 words to Devon and Scott’s universe. This is an opposites attract romance between two unlikely partner and I'm pretty proud of it. I put a lot of me in Scott Weston. He and Devon have to learn trust and patience while they fall head over heels in love with each other. They suffer through a little angst, a dash of fun, and a whole lot of love. I hope you enjoy their story.

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~~Of course, with a new release there's always a giveaway! I'm giving away an ebook copy, a paperback copy, and an Amazon gift card. Check it out at the end of the post. 

Now here's an excerpt.

The fact that Scott had survived his first motorcycle ride was nothing short of miraculous…to him.

And it hadn't been nearly as terrifying as he'd expected, at least not the whole time. There'd been excited screaming at first, followed by Scott losing his voice altogether and pressing himself as tight to Devon's back as was humanly possible. He'd totally felt Devon's chest-shaking laughter too. Jerk. 

But it hadn't been terrible and he hadn’t died from fright or anxiety or careless driving. And the truth was, Scott felt exhilarated after—once he'd found his footing, his knees had remembered how to work, Devon helped him wrench the helmet off his squished brain, and he realized his partial erection didn't make him some kind of freak. Who knew being vibrated to within an inch of his life could also make him excited in the down there department.

It was a total win on Scott's short list of total wins. It did feel a bit like flying as Devon said, minus the actually leaving the ground and being stuck in a tin can for hours on end parts. Scott had never been on an airplane, and luckily, riding behind Devon didn't make Scott want to throw-up like just the thought of getting in an airplane did.

But Scott had found enough courage to lift his head once, wanting to feel the wind in his hair like he saw in all the movies. Of course, Devon had the hair for that, not Scott, and the facemask totally blew that idea out of the water. He'd contemplated trying to flip the mask up like Devon had done, but that would have required relinquishing his white-knuckled hold on his driver. Plus, he had a vivid image of falling off the bike because of a silly need to have a little breeze in his face. 

He tried resting his chin on Devon's shoulder and opening his eyes to get the full effect. But the full effect had involved being instantly assaulted by dizziness so he surmised the original plan of staying snuggled close against Devon, arms wrapped as tightly as he liked, was far better and safer. So he'd concentrated on the intoxicating smell of fresh leather, and even with his face shielded, Devon's scent had soothed and made him more comfortable. It was ridiculous but apparently effective.

And Devon was proud of him. He'd actually said the words. "Proud of you, sweetheart." Scott was positive no one had ever said that to him with or without the sweet endearment, but at the same time, he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it or even how he should act when someone offered such praise. It was foreign to him except in terms of doing a good job at work, but that was so completely different.

Devon being proud of Scott oddly made his whole life seem worthwhile. It sounded dramatic and totally messed up even as he thought it, yet it made his insides wiggle and his heart flare against his ribs. Suddenly he understood all the sappy references to love changes everything because Scott felt like a changed man. At least until he stumbled over his own feet and ended up ass-first on the sidewalk.

"Shit," Devon said, crouching beside Scott. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were still dizzy."

Scott scoffed at him unintentionally. "I wasn't. Tripped over my own feet. How proud are you of that, Dev?"

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New Release – LAZY SUNDAYS! 
September 26, 2018

Scott Weston’s car is sensible, his suits are bland, and his job is stable but boring. Mundane routine helps keep his anxiety and obsessive tendencies under control. Socializing—especially dating—isn’t on his list of strong skills either, and, made worse with the echoes of his disapproving mother. So he’s content to stay at home with his lists and cleaning and wildlife documentaries, until a one-night stand goes unexpectedly right.

History has taught Devon DuCaine that dating can be uncomfortable, but there’s just something about Scott. He may be the opposite of Devon’s own long-haired, tattooed, free-wheeling spirit but he brings out the nurturer in Devon. Maybe it’s Scott’s surprising fascination with Devon’s motorcycle, or his shy surprise in moments of affection, but there’s more under those sensible suits than meets the eye. The most important person in Devon’s life, his mom, taught him love and compassion and that’s all he wants to share that with Scott. 

Their one-night stand turns into a regular thing, but Scott doesn’t trust it to last. He’s pretty sure Devon is hiding something. He’s even more sure that once Devon gets to know him, the attraction will fade. And then there’s his mother. However many sparks fly between them, Devon will have his work cut out to convince Scott they can have their happily ever after.

(This book was first published as 2 short stories, but this new version has double the content from the originals.)

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