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Monday, 9 November 2015

NbTM, REVIEW & #GIVEAWAY - House of the Rising Son by Trevann Rogers



Cheyenne is a half-human incubus whose star is on the rise in the Unakite City rock scene. His father, the leader of the supernatural races, would prefer he keep a “low profile”, but screw that. Cheyenne has as much music in his veins as royal incubi blood.

Alexander's future is all set—finish law school, join the family firm, and marry someone who'd be good for business. Not that he has a say in any of it. He's barely met the woman his father expects him to marry.

As Cheyenne's musical career takes off, his carefully constructed life begins to unravel, exacerbated by an ex-lover who can't let go, a crotchety barkeeper with a dirty mind and a pure heart, a drag queen who moonlights as a nanny, and Alexander—who's not sure if he's falling for the incubus or the rocker.

Cheyenne denies who he is, while Alexander hides what he wants. Together, they learn that getting what they truly want means being who they truly are.


He spotted Alexander settling his tab and headed over to the bar. He hopped onto a bar stool next to him and winked at Eddie. “Give me whatever he’s drinking.”

Eddie swiped down the space in front of Cheyenne and set down a short glass. “Bourbon rocks, with a twist. The good stuff. Quite a change from your usual rotgut. It’s coming out of your check.”

“No. Let me.” Alexander took a bill out of his wallet and pushed it toward Eddie.

“Cheyenne, you gonna introduce me to this gorgeous side of beefcake?”

“Sure. First name Nunya. Last name Bidness.” He turned to Alexander. “This nosy old woman is my boss, Edwina, as in...” Cheyenne held his arms out and spun around gesturing towards the stage, the dance floor and the bar.

“Edwina is...Eddie?” Alexander wiped his hand on his pant leg before extending it. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am. Name’s Alexander. You have a great place here.”

Eddie took his hand with a firm grip and shook it. “Here, there, I get around.” She turned to Cheyenne and pointed her thumb in Alexander’s direction. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You hear him, you tiny twit? He’s a gentleman. Be nice to this one.” Eddie leaned her impressive girth across the bar to scan the tall man from head to toe. “Remember, the store room is pretty small.”
“Oh, that’s subtle.” Cheyenne drummed his index fingers on the edge of the bar with a quick staccato beat. “No worries, old woman. He’s not my type.”

Eddie’s laughter echoed throughout the emptying bar. When it began to fade, she looked from Cheyenne to Alexander, shook her head and started laughing again. Cheyenne fed on her amusement and returned it to her. She giggled as she resumed cleaning the bar.

“What was that about?” Alexander’s confusion brought Cheyenne’s attention back to him.



Cheyenne didn’t have to look at Alexander to know the man was growing tense. He tasted it. “Crazy Old Woman Syndrome. Don’t worry about it.” Cheyenne doodled in the moisture that had pooled at the base of the glass of bourbon and then stuck his tongue into the dark amber liquid. “Ugh! Yuck!” He coughed. “You drink this stuff or strip furniture with it?”

Alexander shrugged. He swirled the ice in his glass and took a drink. “Take a little and give it a minute.”

“What the hell. I’ll try anything twice.” Cheyenne brought the glass to his lips, hesitating before taking a sip. He closed his eyes as the liquid’s warmth traveled down his throat and settled in his stomach. “I see what you mean.” He leaned around Alexander to check out the empty seat next to him. “So where’s the babe you were with earlier? Ditch you for a better prospect?”

“What?” Alexander shook the ice in his glass, and swirled it again.

Cheyenne found Alexander’s fidgeting interesting. “You were with a girl earlier. Where’d she go? She ditch you, or did you dump her?”

“Oh, that was a friend. Prudence. She didn’t... I mean, she wasn’t feeling well, so I took her home.” Alexander gulped his bourbon, grimaced and cleared his throat.

“Huh.” Judging from the delicious new jolt of cayenne he’d just ingested, he knew even talking about the woman was making Alexander agitated and angry. Why didn’t he admit that he’d been angry at her? Cheyenne filed the information away. He’d dig a little further into this curiosity some other time. “I don’t remember seeing her here before. Well, maybe you’ll bring her back sometime when she’s feeling better.”

The spicy taste of Alexander’s discomfort kicked up a notch. It was delicious. Cheyenne imagined making him furious would be mouth-watering.

“Listen, I better be going. Early morning and all that.” Alexander stood up and dropped a twenty into the tip jar. “See you around,” he said, walking away.

“Conflicted much?” Cheyenne retrieved the twenty from the jar and stuffed it into his pocket. Maybe big, sexually confused guys with money were his type after all. 

3 out of 5 (good)

Independent Reviewer for Archaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books!

Cheyenne is in hiding from his father. But music calls to his soul, his Incubus soul, and it gives him an opportunity to feed. He is also hiding the most precious things in the world, his two children. Alexander doesn't know what calls him to see Cheyenne week after week. He just knows he does not want to marry, he does not want to become a partner, and he DOES want Cheyenne. When Alexander comes across Cheyenne being attacked by his father's were-tigers, Alex becomes embroiled in a world he knew nothing about, in a fight he knows he will lay his life down for Cheyenne.


The first half of this book, I loved. I really did. But somewhere along the way, something changed, and I really struggled in the latter third of this book.

It started off well, with an interesting different plot line. We hear from both Chey and Alex, but also some other, not so nice characters as they squirm they way to get what they want, and everyone else be damned.

We hear how Chey struggles with his children, with their care and upkeep. We hear how Alex hates that his life is plotted out for him, and how he fights that. We hear how Logan, Chey's "friend" plots in his head to get what he wants. And we hear from Chey's father, Samuel, as he tries to pull Chey back in line. 

I wanted, so desperately wanted to hear from Consuela, the children's minder. I still don't know what she is, other than she is not human.

I did like that Alex and Chey are not all hearts an flowers. Its rough and its raw. I loved that Alex was strong enough to accept that Chey couldn't just feed off him, there HAD to be others. "As long as its me you love"

I don't usually read the author notes at the back of a book, but I did here. It tells me that Trevann Rogers is a pair of authors working together. Maybe its the change from one author to the other that made me struggle, I just can't put my finger on it, and you KNOW that stresses me!

Because we heard from (almost) everyone, and because I loved Alex and Chey together

3 stars

**same worded review will appear on Goodreads, and**

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Trevann Rogers is a writing pseudonym. She is two authors with day jobs, living in the wilds of Connecticut with Molly, a chubby rescue mutt who'd rather eat and snuggle than just about anything else, Chloe, a tough as nails terrier mix who never met a pillow she didn't want to kill, and Lil Monkey, a sock monkey who thinks he's real and hopes no one catches him sneaking out of the window in the middle of the night to live his own adventures. (He claims, among other things, to have written several SyFy movies and had a gig as a male stripper at one of the local establishments. Who knows?)

Apropos for writers, the two women met as pen pals and stayed connected through their love for words and an unquenchable addiction to music. They use a pen name to spare their families questions regarding why their relatives write about gay male rock stars, incubi, attorneys, Were's and vampires.

Okay, that's not true. But it could be.

Social worker and executive by day, their hours to write are long after the sun goes down and the creatures who live in the shadows come out to play. Between day jobs and other obligations, they learned long ago that being themselves means living after midnight.



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  1. What is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to?

    1. You ask really interesting questions. As a reserved person (not exactly shy but not outgoing either) there are quite a few things I am afraid of doing. Most have to do with interaction with other people but I have done them anyway. The only thing I can think of that I have been afraid to do is bungee jump in any of its forms. I really really want to, but can't.

    2. Trevann Rogers - You ask really interesting questions. As a reserved person (not exactly shy but not outgoing either) there are quite a few things I am afraid of doing. Most have to do with interaction with other people but I have done them anyway. The only thing I can think of that I have been afraid to do is bungee jump in any of its forms. I really really want to, but can't.

  2. Thanks for hosting me today and for the review.

  3. Trevann Rogers - Thanks for hosting me today and for the review.

    It was our pleasure - good luck with the rest of your tour :)

  4. Thanks for sharing your honest review and I really enjoyed the excerpt!

  5. I'm glad you enjoyed the excerpt, Victoria.

  6. Love the excerpt and the cover!

    1. Thank you, Karen.

    2. Sorry, Karin, I did catch the mistake in your name, but it wouldn't let me edit to correct it.

  7. Sounds like a really good book, thanks for sharing it and the review!

  8. Loved the excerpt! I am looking forward to reading more!