Read Around the Rainbow • Comfort Reads #RAtR

Hello, everyone! Once again, it’s Read Around the Rainbow time. I’ve been working to get back into the swing of doing more than just writing. I'm hoping to sneak onto social media more, post on my blog, and start emailing my reading group a little more often by including my rare Read Around the Rainbow posts. Speaking of, welcome to our new members! I have even gone so far as making a schedule! Ofelia Gränd would be so proud of me!

Since we last spoke, I have a few new things in the works, including organizing for the rerelease of a story that is reverting to me from the original publisher, with a second book in that series nearly complete. I’m also working on an upcoming box set for the 10th anniversary of another of my series. But I’ll let you know all about that in the coming weeks.

Now it’s Read Around the Rainbow time! (Typing that made me think of Reading Rainbow, which somehow led to me think of 3-2-1 Contact and then to The Bloodhouse Gang. I need more sleep!) Each month, the Read Around the Rainbow gang posts about the same subject on the last Friday of the month. This time around, we’re talking about Comfort Reads!

Oddly, I’ve never really thought about comfort reads until now. I might have even argued, I didn’t do them. But, after sitting down to really think about it, apparently I’m all about the comfort; I’d just never put that name to it.

In elementary school, I listened to the same Alice in Wonderland audiobook every night as I went to sleep. In middle school, high school, and college, I would watch the same cartoons every morning when I was getting ready for class. Whatever cartoon was showing in that time slot, I’d watch it every day, even repeats. I would actually feel edgy when they switched the schedule around, until I got used to whatever cartoon they’d put in its place.

When I was in my twenties, I started a business with two partners. I drew the short end of the straw and got stuck with closing the books every year to hand over to our accountant. And since then, for close to twenty years, I’ve watched the A&E Pride and Prejudice mini-series while doing it.

Why it’s only occurring to me now that it’s kind of the same thing, I’ll never know. Then, I just needed to apply that same logic to my reading habits. And sure enough, I do have comfort reads!


Over the years, I have lost count of the number of times I’ve read Fish and Ghosts by Rhys Ford. I know that story forward and backwards, and it is just a delight to read for me every time. When the week has become overwhelming or when I really need to unwind over a weekend, it is a go-to. It was one of my early MM reads, and it’s still one of my favorites. It’s just great fun!

I also return to Mummy Dearest by Josh Lanyon. Few things are better than classic monster-chasing fun, and I adore everything about it. It’s also a quick read, which can be nice when you’re spread too thin.

There are definitely others that don’t fall under the romance category, like Dracula, The Haunting of Hill House, and the High Society Lady Detective series, all of which I come back to again and again. There is something about rereading a book without the stress of wondering what’s going to happen. And it says something good about a book when knowing how it ends doesn’t diminish the enjoyment.

I don’t think most of the group had time to contribute this month, but check out the ones that did below—I’ll continue to update links if they come in after I hit publish—and make sure to share your comfort reads!


You can check out the other Read Around the Rainbow authors by clicking their names below!

Addison AlbrightHolly DayLillian FrancisFiona GlassOfelia GrändNell Iris

A.L. LesterK.L. NooneEllie Thomas


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JMS Books Daily .99¢ Deal • The Death of Digby Catch

Hey, all! I wanted to drop a quick email to let you know that The Death of Digby Catch is today’s Daily Deal at JMS Books!

If you haven’t had a chance to pick it up, now is definently the time. If you’re in the US, it’s like a reward for filing your taxes!

If you’re up for a lighthearted, mystery romance, with a sliver of angst and a bit of embarrassing, you can check out the blurb and an excerpt below.

And you can grab your .99¢ copy by clicking HERE!


The Death of Digby Catch

Blurb: It’s more than eighteen years since August Catch’s Uncle Digby disappeared to the Cape to mourn the death of his sister. So when August arrives at Arachne’s Loom to collect his late uncle’s things, he isn’t expecting to find stories of a man larger than life. Or the very real possibility that Digby’s death may not have been from natural causes.

Theo Webb has had few people in his life he loved, and fewer still he can trust. But the estate groundskeeper, Digby Catch, was one of them. Returning home for Digby’s funeral, Theo is thrown together with Digby’s nephew, and the attraction is instant. But so is Theo’s certainty that things surrounding Digby’s death don’t add up, and at least one person isn’t telling the truth.

Discovering a killer is difficult when someone is desperate to keep more than just their identity a secret. And when all the clues point in one direction, even Theo isn’t sure what to think. He and August must work together if they’re going to solve a murder, and not let the thing growing between them be a distraction.

But then, maybe a distraction is exactly what they need.

M/M Contemporary Mystery / 19375 words


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Excerpt: “You look nice this morning.”

She made a noncommittal noise, too absorbed in the paper she was reading, just as his father had always been on those rare occasions when he joined them for breakfast. But she did look nice, in a pale blue blouse and a colored tint to her lips she’d been wearing for as long as he could remember.

Theo was hit then with a sad longing for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, so he busied himself with breakfast, not looking up from his plate until he heard the door to the room open.

“Mrs. Webb?” Silvia, his mother’s assistant, was always so serious Theo thought it a miracle she’d stayed at his mother’s side for as long as she had. “Mr. Catch is here.”

He looked up then, and sat straighter in his chair.

August Catch was even more spectacular looking now after a few hours’ sleep and some dry clothes than Theo had imagined possible.

“Mr. Catch. Welcome to Arachne’s Loom.” His mother was out of her chair, animated in a way that only the presence of an attractive man was able to accomplish. “So glad you came.”

“Please, call me August.” He stole a look at Theo, and Theo smiled and tried hard not to apologize. For what exactly, he didn’t know, not yet. But there would inevitably be something, and it would be mortifying. The day was still young.

As she walked their guest down the length of the buffet, encouraging him to fill his plate, and practically wrapping herself around his arm like a snake, Theo’s appetite disappeared altogether.

“So, August.” They’d taken their chairs, and his mother had folded her newspaper and placed it on the corner of the table next to Theo. “Is this your first time to the Cape?”

“Yes.” August took his cloth napkin as he spoke, unfolded it, and placed it on his lap. “Digby invited me up to stay with him a few times, but it never worked out.”

“I think he might have been eyeing you as his replacement.” His mother was smiling, leaning toward him, making slow, deliberate circles on the tablecloth with one French-tipped nail. “Tell me, do you enjoy World Naked Gardening Day as much as your uncle did?”

“Good Lord, Kitty.” Theo was saved from having to cover his mother’s mouth with his hand by the appearance of her lawyer. Never had he been more happy for the arrival of Dante in his life. “Let the poor man eat his breakfast.”

“August?” Instead of looking embarrassed, his mother just smiled. “This is my dearest friend in all the world, Dante Lolan. Dante, this is August Catch.”

“Nice to meet you.” Dante poured a cup of coffee and took a seat at the far side of the table, looking less than pleased.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better.” Theo’s mother was still smiling serenely, as if she liked annoying the man.

“You’ve been sick, Dante?” Theo grabbed onto the change of subject.

“It was nothing. A little stomach bug. So, Mr. Catch.” Dante put an abrupt end to that conversation too. He didn’t like to share his personal life. It made Theo wonder what he and his mother found to talk about. “What is your plan, and how can Mrs. Webb be of service?”

“Well.” August picked up his fork, fiddling with it a few moments, before putting it back down. “I believe my uncle had a bedroom on the estate? I thought I could go through his things this afternoon, box up what I’ll be keeping, and make arrangements to ship it back…home.” He hesitated on the word home. “Or depending, swap out my rental for something larger and drive it back myself.”

“A house.” Theo wanted more than a single nightmare of a breakfast to get to know Digby’s nephew. “There’s a groundskeeper cottage at the back of the property. Near the greenhouse. Three bedrooms, one and a half baths, a kitchen, living room, and a study. It’ll probably take a little longer than an afternoon.”

“I’ve already had boxes and bubble wrap dropped off. And I’ll send you over a few of the girls to help.” For once, Theo hated his mother’s love for efficiency. “I’m sure you have a life to get back to.”

“Mom, August might want a little privacy.”

“Oh.” His mother turned and blinked at him, as if she’d just realized that they were talking about August’s dead uncle’s belongings. “Of course. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No. That’s alright, but yeah. I might prefer a chance to go through at least some of his things myself. But if you don’t mind, as soon as I think I’m ready, I would be grateful for the help.”

“Not to break this up, but there are a few things we need to discuss, you and I.”

Dante held Theo’s mother’s gaze for a long moment before she seemed to give in. She stood, pardoning them both, leaving Theo alone with August at the table.

“After breakfast, I can walk you over to the groundskeeper’s cottage.” August gave him a smile and did little more than slowly pick at his plate. “Digby used to use one of those…little utility vehicles to run around the property, but it’s not far, and a beautiful walk. “

“I’d appreciate it.” August gave him another one of those polite smiles, and Theo felt like he was failing at whatever it was he was trying to do. Maybe it was just that since Theo felt like he somehow knew August, he hoped August would look at him with the same recognition, and not paint him with the same brush as his mother. Or if nothing else, their shared connection with Digby would make them fast friends.

“So, you’re ground manager at a horse farm?”

“Up until recently.” August seemed relieved at the subject change. “The Blue Horse. It was more of a horse center really, with an equestrian history museum and campgrounds. And they host different events throughout the year.”

“Sounds nice. Do you ride?”

“No. I had someone that was teaching me.” August shrugged, and then seemed to abandon the pretense of eating altogether. “But that fell through.”

After a few moments of silence, Theo made a show of checking to see if anyone might be listening, looking to his right and then to his left, before leaning in. “How about we swap plates and then I’ll walk you over before my mother gets back. She’ll never even know you weren’t particularly hungry.”

This time August gave him a genuine smile, and Theo would have sworn he felt butterflies.

“You’d be my hero.”

 You can check out another excerpt on my website HERE.