Cover Reveal: HEALING by Grace R. Duncan

In a world that’s gone to hell, will you let old fears keep you from the chance at more than just survival?

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Healing

a Pandemus Chronicles story

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Length: 98 Pages
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Release Date: October 29, 2014

Blurb

When Duncan stumbles into a pharmacy in search of something to fix his broken leg, he’s surprised to find someone else there. Like the rest of the post-pandemic world, it appeared empty. Instead, he discovers Mark, a former nurse who walked away from his profession after losing too many patients to the virus. Despite swearing he’d never practice medicine again, Mark patches Duncan up over Duncan’s protests. He even finds an abandoned house in the tiny town, and they settle in until Duncan heals enough to look out for himself. Much to the chagrin of both, they find themselves caring for each other. Duncan welcomes it, thrilled at finding someone he can trust. However, he’s well aware of the shadows in Mark’s eyes and understands Mark’s reticence as he learns the story. But as he’s starting to do things for himself again, Duncan realizes he doesn’t want Mark to leave. He’s not sure if can get Mark to let go of his fears so they can stay together and love. But Duncan’s damned sure going to try.

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5☆ Review: No Sacrifice by Grace R. Duncan

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Author:
Grace R. Duncan
Genre: M/M Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher:
Dreamspinner Press
Release Date:
June 23, 2014 
Length: Novel / 400 pages
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Patrick has taken his acting talents from high school all the way to a role in a major television show. But as the show progresses, his life of absolute certainties crumbles when he finds himself reacting to the kisses of his male costar. He refuses to accept it, reminding himself he’s married and a father—and thus, straight.

One night he goes to drink his worries away, meets Chance Dillon, and can’t take his eyes off the man. After having a little too much alcohol, he spills his problem to Chance, who helps him realize there’s something other than gay and straight. Patrick’s new understanding of his bisexual identity helps him sleep better—until the next day, when he discovers Chance is a sound technician on the same set.

As their friendship grows and Patrick’s marriage ends, he recognizes a possibility for much more with Chance. But Patrick isn’t ready to be out the way Chance has been for so long, and when the matter is taken out of Patrick’s hands, he pushes Chance away to spare him the mess Patrick’s life has become. By the time he realizes his mistake, it may be too late.

No Sacrifice is the first contemporary romance from author Grace R. Duncan and I can honestly say, I cannot wait for more from her. I read her alt-historical books Choices and Deception, so when I was offered No Sacrifice, I jumped at the chance to read. And while it’s very different—no sex slaves or BDSM, lol—it is a simply wonderful read. From the very beginning of the story I was sucked in. The world building is exemplary, the character growth profound, and the story itself, engaging and honestly interesting.

Patrick is unhappily married when the book starts, working hard as an actor while his wife is working in Canada on her own show. When he reacts to his costar (a man) his world is changed forever. Do not make the mistake of thinking Patrick cheats. It’s not in him. But he does struggle with his desires and interests. Thankfully he meets Chance who teaches him there is something between the black and white lines of gay and straight.

The fact Patrick is bi at both the beginning and the end of the book made it all the better for me as I hate seeing bi characters “realize” they were gay all along, thereby negating the reality of all the bi/omni/pan/etc sexuality people in the world.

In the end, this is a story of love, personal growth, family, and acceptance and is one I will reread. It is a thick book, but well worth the time spent between the pages. If you love HEAs, strong men with heart that are beyond stubborn, and the best supporting cast ever, then this is a must read!

    

“WELL, THANKS for dinner,” Chance said when they stood outside Pablo’s.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for the ride. I’ve got to just break down and start driving myself, but… I hate LA traffic.” Patrick shook his head.

Chance chuckled. “I don’t blame you. You ought to see Atlanta traffic. I swear there are spots that are even worse.”

Patrick stared. “Tell me you’re kidding me.”Chance shook his head. “No, seriously.”

“Wow. Well, uh, yeah, glad I don’t live there.” He paused and considered Chance for a long moment, who didn’t seem to be in any bigger rush to leave than he was. “So, uh….” He felt like squirming. This is ridiculous.

“Do you… want a ride home?” Chance asked when Patrick didn’t say anything more.

“Naw, I can walk. It’s not far,” Patrick replied and took a deep breath. “’Sides, I was thinking about going to see what was in the theater. Do… uh… do you want to go with me?”

Chance frowned. “I can’t.”

Patrick swallowed, annoyed with himself at just how keen the disappointment was. It’s not like he was asking Chance out on a date… right? “That’s… cool. Okay, well, uh….” He looked away, wishing he hadn’t asked.

“I’m sorry,” Chance said. “I have a gig tonight. Most Wednesdays, actually, if we finish on set early enough. But tonight’s kind of important or I’d call and cancel.”

“Oh!” Patrick blinked. “Oh, well, uh, that’s cool.”

“Would… you like to go with me? It’s just a quiet place tonight, not all that exciting or anything, but….”

Patrick suddenly felt about a million times better. He reminded himself he was being absurd. He hadn’t asked Chance on a date. They were friends—only friends—it shouldn’t matter. “Yeah, I’d like that, actually.”

Chance’s smile was huge, and Patrick had to work hard not to stare. His attraction to Chance hadn’t faded in the time since that first night at the bar, though Patrick did his damnedest to keep it buried. He valued his friendship with Chance, and on top of that, he’d heard his friend protest enough when Marcy pushed them to date. He didn’t have to hear more to understand Chance wasn’t interested in him like that, so attraction would only make things awkward.

“Great! Uh… I have to go by my place to get my guitar. I don’t like to leave it in the hot car.”

“I wouldn’t either. Um.” Patrick paused to glance down at himself. He was still in the plain T-shirt and jeans he’d been wearing after changing out of costume. “I should probably go home and change.”

“You look gr… uh, fine,” Chance said, and Patrick looked up, raising his eyebrows. “That’s all I wear. And, uh, in fact, it might be best if you don’t dress up any more. Um… I guess I should tell you that the club is a gay club.” Chance bit his lip.

Patrick shrugged. “I don’t care, but… that makes sense, then,” he said and chuckled. “Well….” Patrick held his hand toward Chance’s car. He waited until Chance passed and caught a glimpse of the man’s ass. Which was really nice. Stop it! Friend, remember? He continued to scold himself as he got in the car.

He was a little surprised when they were at Chance’s place only a minute or so later. He shouldn’t have been—Chance hadn’t driven the night they’d had dinner at Pablo’s the first time, so the man couldn’t live too far. He found himself quite glad they lived so near to each other.

Chance’s apartment was even smaller than Patrick’s place. It was, essentially, one room—though it was big enough to be sectioned off. One corner held the bed—rumpled, at the moment—with a side table and a chest of drawers. Opposite the bed, a wide closet stretched along the wall to the bathroom doorway. A tiny table took up the corner opposite the bed and sat next to the galley kitchen. In the third corner, a two-seater sofa sat in front of a wall-mounted TV, which had a bench underneath that held a PlayStation 3 and a messy stack of games and DVDs.

The lion’s share of the room, however, was taken up by Chance’s audio equipment. Large speakers flanked a component sound system beyond anything Patrick had ever dreamed of owning. A rack of audio CDs ranging from Adam Lambert to ZZ Top and almost everything in between hung on the wall above. Next to the system stood a digital piano with handwritten music on the stand and beyond it a small desk with an open laptop, currently off.

“Sorry, it’s… a disaster,” Chance muttered, red-cheeked, as he snatched up clothes that had been tossed willy-nilly on the floor.

Before Patrick could say anything—like assuring Chance his own apartment was much worse—Chance was fussing with the bedclothes, and Patrick’s eye was caught by the poster on the wall above it—and the not-quite-life-sized version of himself staring back. Next to him stood Sebastian, with Angelo and Rhys, farther along and, of course, the show’s logo below them.

He tore his eyes away from the poster to see Chance staring at him, still holding a bundle of clothes. “Uh… nice poster. I didn’t know they had those.” When Chance didn’t reply, he added, “And don’t worry about the apartment… mine’s worse—much worse.” He wondered at the look on Chance’s face, the slight blush on his friend’s cheeks. The blue eyes darted from him to the bed and back again, and that’s when Patrick saw it: a stuffed dragon that took up a chunk of the corner. When that registered, he spotted the smaller versions on Chance’s chest of drawers and then the others around the room in spots here and there—on the stereo rack, the TV bench, and so on.

It took Patrick about three seconds to figure out what was going on. “The stuffed one is cool. Is that supposed to be Smaug?”

The relief in Chance’s eyes would have been obvious to a blind man. “Uhm… yes… uh, actually.” He paused to blink at Patrick. “Aren’t you going to make some sort of comment about… toys… or something?”

Patrick shook his head. “Your older brother?” he asked.

Chance nodded. “And Vannah.” He looked down at the bundle of clothes in his hands as if just remembering they were there, then threw them into a basket before crossing the room again. “They loved to tease me about being too old to play with toys and stuff. Vannah eventually stop
ped, but Gareth never did. Then again, Gareth’s an asshole on a good day.” He shook his head and picked up the acoustic guitar Patrick hadn’t noticed earlier from its stand next to the piano. Behind it sat another stand that held an electric version.

“My brothers and sisters used to make fun of me for acting out parts and stuff. I quit doing it for a while. Until Noa came along—that’s my youngest sister. She used to like to dress up and play, and I got away with it with her.” Patrick sighed. “Siblings can be so mean.”

“Yeah, no kidding…. Well, you know my guilty pleasure now,” Chance said as he tugged the guitar case out from under his bed and laid the instrument inside. “What’s yours?”

Patrick considered it while Chance flipped the clips closed on the case. “Donuts.”

“What?” Chance asked, turning around. Patrick blushed when Chance’s gaze raked over his body, obviously considering whether or not he could possibly eat a lot of donuts.

“It’s a thing. I try to get to the crafty for it in the mornings before they’re all gone. But… yeah, those glazed ones? Even when I’m not on set for the day, I’ll go to the little place over on San Fernando.” He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. “I kinda get grumpy when I don’t get to the crafty in time in the mornings, and Rhys gives me so much shit about it.” He chuckled. “So, yeah….”

“Well… that’s… not bad.” Chance’s watch started beeping then, and he looked down. “Shit, we have to go.”

When they were settled in the car and on their way, Chance weaving through the traffic like a pro, Patrick asked, “So, where is it? Is there an… area that’s primarily for the gay community?”

“West Hollywood has a bunch of clubs and things. On Santa Monica Boulevard, mostly. Sophia’s—where we’re going—is just off Santa Monica and is pretty big for its drag shows. But Sophia and Andy have those on the weekends.” He fell silent as he worked his way over into another lane, then onto the Golden State Freeway. “I hate the highways here, but the stop and go drives me more nuts,” he grumbled. “Anyway, Sophia asked me… oh… about six months ago, if I’d come in and sing on Wednesdays. Took her nearly a month to convince me.” He chuckled. “I told you….”

“Yeah, stage, deer-in-the-headlights,” Patrick agreed, grinning. “How’d she do it?”

“She threatened to strip right in front of me if I didn’t agree.”

“Oh God, that must have been funny,” Patrick said around laughter.

“Well, it could have been worse—you’ll see why in a few—but yeah… it was as much because I didn’t want her partner Andy on me.” He shook his head.

“How’d you get over the deer thing?” Patrick asked.

Chance sighed but didn’t answer for a moment as he maneuvered through traffic. When he was on the exit ramp, he replied, “Usually I just try to pretend I’m jamming with friends or just… by myself or something, you know?”

“Yeah, I got ya. That’s how I got through my first few shows.” Patrick chuckled. “Then they applauded, and I kind of got addicted to it. I miss that. Sometimes I think I’d rather be on stage—the more immediate feedback, you know?”

“You mean being yelled at by Jack isn’t enough?” Chance asked.

Patrick laughed. “Um… I think I’d prefer the applause.” He snorted as he tried to get control.

“But… Jack’s so loveable!”

Patrick lost it again, and by the time he got control they were pulling into the tiny parking lot for Sophia’s Desert Palace. The back of the building was comprised of simple red brick with a small burgundy canopy over the single door. Chance took a spot in the far corner, and they climbed out. “This is the backstage entrance. The main entrance is on the other side.”

Patrick wasn’t sure what he was expecting of Sophia’s Desert Palace, considering the name and red brick exterior, but it seemed to be what Benny’s was trying to be. The interior looked like something straight out of an Arabian Nights type of story or something. The sand-colored walls had arches inset with small fountains surrounded in bright tile. More tiles in mosaics covered the floor in front of the stage and on either side along the walls. Tables just big enough for a cramped four sat on this portion of the floor. In the center of the room, a sunken wooden dance floor became wide stairs farther back, until it reached a bar that looked like it’d been plucked straight from Casablanca.

On either side of the bar, polished wooden steps curved up to a balcony above that formed the same U-shape as the tile floor below. Patrick could make out more tables along the railing.

“There’s a table right up front over there that you can sit at, if you’d like,” Chance said, pointing.

“Sounds good. Um….”

“It’s usually really quiet tonight. I’ll do a couple of sets and see how it goes, but I’ll be with you for the break. And if anyone bothers you, tell them you’re with me. Except… her,” he said, turning a smile on the very tall, very beautiful, woman approaching. “Hi, Sophia,” Chance greeted her.

Aside from being so tall, she put most of the women he knew to shame. Perfect makeup, impeccably coiffed deep red hair, bright green eyes, long matching fingernails, and heels that would kill his mother and sisters if they tried to walk in them. The dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right ways, and Patrick was slightly relieved to discover that women hadn’t, at least, started turning him off.

“Well, it’s about time you got here. I was missing you!” she said, and Patrick paused to puzzle over the voice briefly. It seemed deeper than was normal for a woman. Then he got a closer look at her and could not mistake the Adam’s apple. Before he could put all the pieces together, she spoke again.

“Oh! You brought a date!” she crowed, turning to Patrick, who was, unfortunately, staring.

“He’s not a date, Sophia. He’s my friend, but be nice. I’m not sure he’s used to queens,” Chance chided.

“Queens?” Patrick asked, blinking up at her.

Sophia laughed delightedly. “Oh, he’s a treasure. Where did you find him?” she asked as they started crossing the floor, taking Patrick’s arm. Patrick crooked it automatically and looked up at her again, trying to figure out what he was missing.

“Benny’s, actually, though we work on the same show. Patrick Tearney, this is Sophia Sweet. Sophia, Patrick Tearney, who plays Nadir.”

“Oh, yes! I knew I saw him somewhere! It’s lovely to have you here, dear.” She patted his hand when they st
opped at the table.

“It’s a pleasure.” Patrick, remembering the lessons his da had drummed into him, took her hand and kissed it.

“Oh, he’s a charmer too! You better hold on to this one!” She grinned down at him. “Darlin’, first drink is on me.” She glanced over at Chance. “Think he’d really have it on me?” she asked.

“Sophia!” Chance scowled.

“I see! I get it now, dear. Never mind that, Patrick, darlin’.” She patted his cheek and turned to Chance. “So why isn’t it a date?” she demanded, tapping one… large… heeled foot.

That’s when everything finally clicked into place for Patrick. He couldn’t believe it took him that long. “Uh, I’m married… ma’am,” he said, drawing her—his? Her, he decided. Drawing her attention back to him.

“Oh! Married, are you? Is he here in LA?”

“Uh, no, I’m married to a woman.”

Sophia seemed a little thrown off for a moment and rested one hand on her large chest. “Really?” she asked, blinking at him. When he nodded, she

shrugged. “Well, no one’s perfect,” she said, and at the growl from Chance, added, “Fine, fine, to each his own, I suppose. You’re still pretty, dear.” She patted his hand and turned to Chance, leaned in, and whispered something in his ear.

Patrick grinned when Chance rolled his eyes. “Really, Sophia, leave it alone! I can get my own dates,” he grumbled.

She laughed. “You keep saying that, but I don’t see you in here with anyone… or leaving with anyone for that matter. We may not be quite the same kind of place for cruising as some of the clubs on Santa Monica, but I’m sure there are plenty who’d take you home.” No Sacrifice 53

“I’m not interested in that, Soph. You know that,” Chance said.

Patrick didn’t like the thundercloud expression on Chance’s face. She’d obviously struck a nerve. “Uh, when does the show start?” he asked to head off any more discussion.

“I do need to get set up. Don’t harass him, Soph. You okay, Patrick?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, shooting his friend a smile and pulling out a chair. “Did you want to sit down, Sophia?”

She grinned at him and patted his cheek again. “Not now, darlin’, but I’ll stop by later. Thank you. What’s your poison?”

“Oh, uh… Jameson?” he asked, and she nodded. “And Guinness, if you’ve got it.”

“We do.” She watched Chance climb the stairs to the stage, then turned back. “He’s a very lonely boy here in LA, with no family and only a couple of friends. Not that he’ll say anything—he won’t. It’s good he’s got a friend like you.” Patrick opened his mouth to reply, but then she stepped back and said, “But it’d be better if he had a boyfriend like you.”

With that she turned and walked away. Patrick watched her go, more confused than he’d been yet.

clip_image004Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO by Travis Luedke (#Review / #Excerpt / #Giveaway)

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clip_image004Title: The Nightlife San Antonio
Author: Travis Luedke
Series: The Nightlife Series
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance/Vampires
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: June 9th 2014
Edition: eBook with Print Coming Soon
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Vampires, Mafia & Mayhem:

The Nightlife San Antonio is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

All she wanted was to escape the police. All he wanted was to get laid. They both got more than they bargained for.

EMT on call, Adrian Faulkner resuscitates a beautiful woman after a Mexican mafia shootout. He can’t explain why he picks her up in the hospital parking lot three days later and then ducks the San Antonio police and the Feds. Well, the hot sex might have something to do with it.

She needed to hide. With no memory of even her name, she didn’t know from who. She only knew she wasn’t safe.

Adrian soon learns she is much more than a damsel in distress, and he’s stuck with her. It isn’t long before the past she cannot remember begins to catch up with them both…

THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO is a non-stop thrill ride through the shadowy borderworld of mafia politics and vampires – and sex.

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The Black Lion by Elodie Parkes

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today to talk about my new release with Hot Ink Press, ‘The Black Lion’.

The story is a short, (15,900). It’s erotic, paranormal romance, featuring both shifters and vampires, and releases July 16.

The idea for the story came to me on one of my work trips when I passed a spooky old hotel place with a sign hanging outside like one of those old Highwayman type inns. The words, ‘The Black Lion’ were written on the sign, but there was no picture, and the place itself could have been anything. Paint peeled off the big door and there were no lights on inside, even though it was twilight and quite dark because of the rainy weather.

In the story, I describe the doors, but the peeling paint becomes old posters for bands that have played in my version of a club, ‘The Black Lion.’

The title is also a pun on the nature of one of the characters.

When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in a nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.

Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life.

Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.

Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?

An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.

PG13+

She gazed up at him and in that second he wanted her so badly, he thought he would fall down.

Sascha’s expression softened. He looked into her eyes and saw desire.

Her eyes were dark with it.

Her scent flooded over him.

She pulsed with sexual need that matched his.

Sascha felt the seconds fall away as they gazed at each other in the silent dance of communication between strangers who suddenly connect on that deep mysterious level.

She must have become embarrassed because she suddenly smiled in a self-deprecating way, her hand fluttering to her cheek, and down, to smooth the blue velvet dress she wore.

Sascha couldn’t let this meeting pass.

“Hi.” It was all he could muster. His voice throaty with emotion, he smiled sincerely at the young woman.

She smiled at him, quickly, and answered, “Hi,” but then she walked on, around him.

Sascha turned to watch her go. Is she with someone? Is she with a man? His thoughts churned.

© Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Hot Ink Press

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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, Secret Cravings, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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The Black Door by Charlotte Howard

Imogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?

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Men. All the bloody same.

My mind traced back to the day I had given up on one-sided monogamous relationships.

The children were at school or work, and the sun was beating down. It was a glorious day, and I had decided to go home for lunch, rather than spend it in a stuffy office.

I pulled up outside the house and a fleeting thought passed through my mind when I saw Connor’s car sitting in the driveway. My husband of eighteen years had had the same idea.

I crept into the house, hoping to surprise him. But, it turned out that his idea had involved a slutty bottle-blonde.

I wanted to blame the events that followed on a red mist descending over me. The truth is that in the time it took for my mind to register that some tart was riding my husband in what I later found out was known as reverse cowgirl, my mind had calculated the necessary response.

The skank lost a good handful of bleached hair, roots and all. I allowed her to gather her clothes and watched as she tugged her pants on whilst running out of the house. If nothing else, the neighbours got a good show.

Connor yelled at me. But his words were drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. I marched back up the stairs and into his little study. Opening the window, I saw Miss Slut stood in the middle of the road, screeching obscenities at me. I looked at the Ferrari in our driveway and smiled.

I think his Xbox enjoyed its first and final flying lesson as it sailed out of the window. The fact that it landed in the bonnet of his prized mid-life crisis proved that Karma does exist.

Connor. Holly.

I made a mental note of the two names at the top of my imaginary hit list.

I blinked and I was back in the boardroom.

British author Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.

Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.

During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.

Charlotte is an active member of Yeovil Creative Writers.

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Desires’ Guardian Blog Tour & Giveaway

Title: Desires’ Guardian
Author:
Tempeste O’Riley

Series: Desires Entwined, book #2
Genre: M/M Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: June 6th 2014
Length: Novel / 200 pages
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Most people see Chase Manning as the party-boy twink he seems on the surface. Only James, Chase’s BFF, knows the depth of his loyalty and the extent of the wounds Chase carries inside. When Chase meets Rhys Sayer things don’t go well, but he can’t shake his attraction to the huge, sexy man.

Rhys is a man of contradictions and fear—a strange combination for a PI and bodyguard. He’s in a bad place emotionally when he sets eyes on Chase for the first time. When Chase puts the moves on him, Rhys insults him, thwarting any possibility of a relationship. Rhys doesn’t see himself as a complicated man, but he dreads the very kind of connection he desires.

Just as they’re trying to overcome their uncertainties, Chase is put in harm’s way. Luckily Rhys and their friends have all the right talents to help Rhys save the man of his dreams.

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Artist's Touch by Kerry Adrienne Cover Reveal

 
Title: Artist’s Touch
Author: Kerry Adrienne
Series: The Guild
Genre: M/M Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Release Date: Coming this Spring!!!!
 
Blurb/Synopsis:  (Character Blurbs)
 
Every celebrity on the planet dreams of having their portrait done by Kenon Alavi, master painter and confirmed bachelor. Many a starlet has tried to get into his bed, but Kenon secretly prefers firm to soft, and sates his desires with the boyfriends and lovers of the women he paints, enjoying the diversity of many lovers, but no love or attachments.
 
Relationships always get messy, then someone gets screwed. In a bad way.
 
Wallace Harte bartends at a small bar in the city. Three years after graduating summa cum laude from Columbia University with intentions of writing the great American novel, he has no motivation, no direction. His English degree isn’t helping him land a job, and working at a bar is the closest he’s gotten to being the second coming of Faulkner.

Repped by the fabulous Marisa Corvisiero with the Corvisiero
Literary Agency.
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Kerry loves history and spends large amounts of time wondering about people who lived and walked on Earth in the past. She’s a mom to three daughters, six cats, and various small animals. Her husband says she’s a marketer’s dream, as she often believes everything she hears—at least initially. Her shoe horde will attest to her fine shopping skills.
 
In addition to writing, she’s a college instructor, costumer, MFA candidate at Seton Hill University, Senior Editor for Decadent Publishing, and freelance editor.
 
Her new love is her Mini Cooper Convertible, Sheldon, and they have already gone on many adventures.
 
 
Visit her much-neglected costuming blog here: http://cloakandcostume.blogspot.com/
 
 
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Review: AUTUMN FIRE by Cameron D. James

Title: Autumn Fire
Author: Cameron D. James
Release Date: July 1, 2013
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
Length: 334 kb / 150 pgs
Source: Author in exchange for honest review
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Dustin likes the closet. It’s warm, comfy, and dark. Who needs to be out when you can get all the anonymous sex you want via the internet? And, besides, coming out is messy and gets you nowhere–certainly not a relationship. Real gay love is fiction.

When Dustin meets CollegeJock22 for a quick blow-and-go in the university library men’s room, everything he thought he knew crumbles. He can’t get that man out of his head and will do almost anything to have him. The only problem? CollegeJock22 is even more in the closet than Dustin.

He’s in so deep he can’t even see the crack of light under the door.

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5 Drops Review: DUMPED IN OZ by Andrew Grey

Guess what I have for you today? Yep, that’s right, it’s Release Day for Dumped in Oz! Below you’ll find my review and a short excerpt, but a few days ago I posted the entirety of chapter one HERE, so check that out too. Oh, and if you want to stalk him a little extra, there’s a fan group on Facebook called All The Way With Andrew Grey you can check out.

 

Title: Dumped in Oz
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Tales from Kansas, #1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 15th 2014
Length: 164 pages / Novella
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Because of an opportunity he’d be a fool to turn down, Lyle Powers transfers to his company’s warehouse in central Kansas. The last thing he expects is to meet another gay man in the small town, let alone one who captures his interest.

Roger Kypers is a recovering alcoholic with a twelve-year-old daughter he only gets to see for part of the summer. Neither Lyle nor Roger is looking for a relationship, and they fumble at the start, yet emotions build as Roger shows Lyle the landmarks of Oz.

But when Roger’s wicked witch of an ex-wife threatens to take his daughter away for good if he doesn’t act “normally,” he’s faced with the challenge of letting her get away with it, or fighting to accept himself and standing up for what he knows is right.

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ABIDING INK by Ranae Rose

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clip_image004Title: Abiding Ink
Author: Ranae Rose
Series: Inked In The Steel City (#4)
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Nov 25 2013
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Tyler DeHaven may look like a bad boy, but there’s got to be more to the tattoo artist who volunteers at the hospital during the holiday season. Inviting him to a work Christmas party seems innocent enough … at first. Problem is, he’s just as irresistible as he looks and falling fast is more than Mallory bargained for. After all, she’s reminded every day what a gamble love can be, and there’s no question that with him, the stakes are high.

It may be cold outside but Mallory Stephens is the hottest nurse Tyler has ever laid eyes on. To top it off, she also likes ink and wants him to be her holiday party date. He’s not going to say no, and when things get rocky, he’s not going to let their passion frost over, either.

Can a brand-new romance survive the chill as snow falls in the Steel City?

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