I’m very pleased to be part of the blog tour for T.A.G. Family Christmas by A.G. Carothers. My review is at the end of this post, and there’s an excerpt as well as a giveaway of a $15 Amazon voucher. Good luck and Happy Holidays!
Book Title: T.A.G. Family Christmas (The Assassins’ Guild #3)
Author: A.G. Carothers
Publisher: A.G. Carothers
Cover Artist: Amai Designs
Genre/s: MM Romance, Holiday Romance,
Trope/s: Age Gap, Sweet, Established Couples,
Themes: Ensemble Cast, Holiday Vacation Fun, Bratty Twinks
Heat Rating: 2 flames
Length: 22 000 words/94 pages
It is not a standalone story.
The Assassins’ Guild Series are enclosed stories but they are all connected and best read in order.
T.A.G. You’re Seen
T.A.G. You’re Heard
T.A.G. Family Christmas
Buy Links – Available on Kindle Unlimited
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It isn’t all stabbings, poisonings, and shootings here at The Assassins’ Guild. We decided to pause that and take a little time to celebrate being alive, and for some, being in love.
This is your friendly communications agent, Mr. No, here to tell you about the holiday fun Mr. H and his boys got up to this one Christmas.
Once upon a time, there was a Bob. This Bob got tasked with three missions. Not just any old ordinary missions, but missions of love…
Between guarding Connor, being stalked by Enrique, and being his usual sneaky self, Bob must put into motion three big surprises for his chosen family.
But it’s not all snowman contests and catching Mr. Ti in potentially embarrassing situations while they vacation in a chateau outside of Paris. Oh no, something is afoot. Mr. H won’t let the new problem code-named The Poacher interfere with family time.
So, take a little time out of your busy schedule and join us for a T.A.G. Family Christmas the likes of you’ll never forget.
Attention: This story contains adorableness taken to a whole new level. There are adult situations, language, kinky snowmen, and all the churros you can eat.
Sixteen Days till Christmas
Lights twinkled, making the bare trees that lined the Champs Elysée seem full once more in the early evening darkness. This far north, the sun was long set by five. My breath puffed in the chilly air in front of me as I looked down the wide avenue with the Arc de Triumph behind me. The sound of the cars zooming around the large roundabout was dim to my ears as I stood in awe of the sight before me.
Ice glistened on the branches as the smell of—a sharp elbow jabbed my bicep. “Are you going to stand here all evening gaping? I’m freezing my nuts off here, and you promised me lots of mulled wine and fresh churros.”
I side-eyed Yoshi with a huff. “I was imprinting this moment to my memory. Plus, look how pretty it is. Besides, I told you to wear a thicker jacket.”
“Well, if we move, I won’t be so cold, and I didn’t want to look like a marshmallow man.”
“At least I’m warm and fashionable.” I’d worn a poofy teal coat that went to mid-thigh, toasty flannel lined jeans with fleece-lined boots. I topped off my outfit with matching earmuffs that had cat ears on them and a pair of our special cold weather gloves that kept my hands perfectly warm while not losing any dexterity nor the ability to operate any of our touchscreen electronics.
Yoshi pogoed on his toes, and I looked back over to Bob, who shrugged. “Well, at least let me get some photos first.”
“Fuck. It’s cold.” Yoshi blew into his hands.
“Well, I offered you earmuffs, but you scoffed at me. Dmitry told you to at least take a scarf and you scoffed at him. I think you just like suffering and complaining about it.” I took the opportunity to pull my scarf over my nose to try to warm it. The wind by the Arc was a bit too much for my comfort.
Yoshi laughed heartily. “Of course I like suffering.”
“That’s not what you said this morning. You were begging for Dmitry to stop torturing and fuck you,” I quipped.
“Damn thin walls in that place.” Yoshi blushed a little then shrugged it off. “I’m not the only one who’s loud. How tight is your Daddy’s hole? I don’t think I quite heard.”
I grinned wide and licked my lips. “Mmmmm, so tight. He hugs my cock—”
Yoshi shoulder checked me, nearly making me stumble into someone walking in the opposite direction. “And he’s so hot and the way he flexes—” I dodged Yoshi and caught up to Bob, who had taking point. He arched an eyebrow at me as I used him as a shield.
“You’re just jealous.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“I do not want to know what Oz’s ass even looks like, much less feels.”
I fell back in step with Yoshi. “Eww, no, of course not, but I meant that you never get to fuck Dmitry.”
Yoshi shrugged. “Eh, it’s not something I need. Sometimes it’d be nice but I’m good.”
We were finally topside again. So many people were out shopping or having dinner. There were many tourists as well, but it was the Champs Elysée, so that was expected. The next day they were going shopping in the fashion district. I wasn’t a clothes whore by any means, but if you’re going to come to Paris, you must at least do some clothes shopping.
“Do you want to stop for a coffee?”
“No, let’s go to Tiffany’s like you want first.”
A nervous excitement bubbled in my gut as we got closer to the store. “Are you sure you don’t want something too?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. We do a lot of things together, but I think we can skip this one.”
“Don’t you want to marry Dmitry?”
“Sure, someday, but it’s not something I really think about. He’s not going anywhere. He promised and he has my key.”
I nodded as I walked through the door that Bob held open to the multilevel shop. “Maybe you can get him like a diamond-encrusted cock ring?”
“Nah, do you know what a pain that would be to clean?”
About the Author
A.G. Carothers is actually a dragon very cleverly disguised as a human. They are a non-binary author of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy, who enjoys writing original and entertaining stories. They are very excited to share the worlds they’ve created with you.
A.G. currently lives in Tennessee with their platonic life partner, who is not a dragon. They yearn to live back in Europe and will some day. In their spare time they are addicted to losing themselves in the lovely worlds created by other authors
A.G. is committed to writing the stories they see in their head without restrictions. Love is blind and doesn’t see gender, race, or sexuality.
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I’m not familiar with this series, and as such had to play a game of “keep up,” with the various character dynamics. This isn’t a standalone story, as I had assumed (my fault) but it ends with an intriguing panther shifter scene which was the best bit in the whole book.
Before that, you get exactly what the author has described; bratty twinks, especially the privileged Connor, and lots of fun scenes with money being spent like water in glamorous locales. Connor wants snow, so the whole family have decamped to a chateau so his Daddy can give it to him (in more ways than one. I was a bit confused at this point, as Connor’s Daddy is called Asbjørn (also known as Oz) and his actual father is called Alexsei. Bob was known as Kenturo and Shura has had a few different names too. It made my head spin a bit but it’s all jolly and sweet, escapist kink for the Holidays, with a bit of intrigue simmering away in the background. Even though there isn’t a lot in the way of hot sex scenes, there’s a lot of raunchy talk and suggestion, reminding the reader this definitely not for kids.
The cover added an ever-so-slightly icky element as the model looks about fifteen, but the book definitely deals with consenting adult men, even if they do behave like spoiled brats. The one woman who does appear is somewhat predictably a judgemental moo, but I did LOVE Shura, the non-binary character still discovering their sense of self. They were a great character and one I would read more of, definitely.
It would be dishonest to say I loved this story. For a short book (86 pages) it struggled to keep my attention. It was all the different characters and names that did it. If you’re familiar with the series, it wouldn’t be a problem at all. The writing was solid and in the end, criticising this book too harshly would be unfair. It was good-hearted, fluffy smut and I’m sure fans of the series will lap it up. There wasn’t a lot to tempt me into reading the whole series apart from Shura and that panther scene, which came as a pleasant surprise.