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DARE TO DREAM is an erotic time travel romance now available from
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Mr. Fix-it is out and running HOT!
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MIDNIGHT SUN, is the first novel in my Legacy Series. Witch's Moon, the second and Haven, is book #3. They are still looking for a home.
My Free Read,Tom's Story, will take you in depth into one of my main characters. Click the Free Reads link on my Home Page!! Please take a look at Query This,Sucker Memoirs of an Angry Author. My goodness, the lengths some writers will go to for the respect they deserve... Please check out the free reads and more adult excerpts at
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DARE TO DREAM is an erotic time travel romance now available from
Siren Bookstrand Publishing .
Mr. Fix-it is out and running HOT!
Siren Bookstrand Publishing
MIDNIGHT SUN, is the first novel in my Legacy Series. Witch's Moon, the second and Haven, is book #3. They are still looking for a home.
My Free Read,Tom's Story, will take you in depth into one of my main characters. Click the Free Reads link on my Home Page!! Please take a look at Query This,Sucker Memoirs of an Angry Author. My goodness, the lengths some writers will go to for the respect they deserve... Please check out the free reads and more adult excerpts at
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WHISTLE PASS by KevaD
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On the battlefields of WWII Europe, Charlie Harris fell in love, and after the war, Roger marched home without a glance back. Ten years later, Charlie receives a cryptic summons and quickly departs for his former lover’s hometown of Whistle Pass.
But Roger Black isn’t the lover of Charlie’s dreams anymore. He’s a married, hard-bitten political schemer who wants to secure his future by destroying evidence of his indiscreet past. Open homosexuality is practically a death sentence, and that photo would ruin Roger and all his wife’s nefarious plans.
Caught up in foggy, tangled events, Charlie turns to hotel manager Gabe Kasper for help, and Gabe is intrigued by the haunted soldier who so desperately desires peace. When helping his new lover places Gabe in danger, the old warrior in Charlie will have to take drastic action to protect him... or condemn them both.
Excerpt: September 1955 CHARLIE HARRIS leaned forward, pinched the end of the Lucky Strike between his thumb and forefinger, and inhaled the last drag possible before the smoldering tobacco burned his lips. Easing the smoke out his nostrils, he dropped the stub to the floor and ground it out with the sole of his boot. The carcass joined the other dozen or more shredded on the floor of the bus.
He sat back, rubbed the two-day stubble, coarse as sandpaper, on his cheek, and inhaled the garbage stench of smoke, sweat, banana peels, and God knew what else the other passengers had stuffed in the paper sacks they’d leave for somebody else to clean up. The kid wearing the coonskin cap and Davy Crockett fringe coat, curled up asleep in the seat across the aisle, had peanut butter and jelly smeared around his mouth like cheap lipstick. Why the mother didn’t clean the crap off the brat was beyond him. Maybe she’d tired of his incessant running up and down the walkway, too, and was afraid to touch him for fear of an encore.
Charlie turned his head and stared at the window. The low light from the recessed lamp above him, under the luggage rack, illuminated his dark hair. His haloed reflection stared back against the pitch of the moonless night. Drops of drizzle running down the glass in rivulets disfigured his features, but not the memories. He shifted in his seat, resting his cheek on the backrest.
Need you had been the only words on the telegram—not an I want you stuck anywhere on the yellow paper. The first time Roger had said, “Need you,” Charlie’d fallen into his arms and bared his heart, soul, groin, and ass.
He dug the open pack of Luckies out of a pocket in his pea coat, shook the end of one out, and held it between his teeth. He returned the dwindling cache to the pocket, pulled out a book of matches, folded the cover behind a lone match with one hand, and scratched it across the striker without tearing it from the pack. The tobacco sizzled as he inhaled. He blew out the match flame when he exhaled and watched the smoke bounce off his reflection.
What was it? Nine years? No. Ten. Ten years already since the war ended and all the troops came marching home. Those that weren’t buried in some rathole of a town he couldn’t pronounce the name of in some European country he never wanted to see again. He blew out another cloud of smoke. He wasn’t a twenty-year-old kid anymore. But sure as hell, the minute Roger said, “Need you,” he’d walked off his job and caught a bus. For what? A chance of love with a man who’d walked away without looking back when they stormed the beaches of the good old US of A?
“Moron.” He rolled his body away from the reflection and stared at the beige metal above him. Another drag, another burst of smoke.
Lightning shattered the darkness. Thunder clapped against the bus. Raindrops transformed to a hail of rifle and machine gun bullets. Charlie jerked. His eyes prowled the terrain for where the Germans’ attack would come from--goddamnit! It’s just rain. He fell back against the seat, brushed a jittery hand over his hair, and took a long, comforting pull off the cigarette. So long ago, so damn long ago, and still it took so little to bring the horror back to life.
“Whistle Pass. Whistle Pass,” the driver called out.
Charlie sat straight, grateful for something else to fill his mind with, and looked over the top of the wide brim hat of the passenger in the seat in front of him. Through the windshield eight rows away, a smattering of lights appeared in the distance. He crinkled his nose. Figured. He’d guessed a town in Illinois called Whistle Pass a hundred fifty miles or so from Chicago wouldn’t be more than a pinhole on a map. By the few lights, he’d nailed it.
He narrowed his focus and strained in an attempt to look beyond the glare of the glass and drizzling rain but couldn’t make out anything except the glow of random streetlights as the bus entered the city. A porch light here and there indicated houses along the street. The bus rounded a slow curve, and a lone parking lot light’s glow illuminated jewels of rain on wet cars. A string of multicolored triangular banners hung limp. A dealership. He sat back and took in the blur of more houses.
The bus rounded another lazy curve, and the downtown spread her Main Street curbing like a whore. Each block had streetlamps strategically interspersed so every storefront was revealed. Vaughan’s Saddle and Tack, Goldman Jewelers, A&P Grocery, Ash Penn’s Stationery, Matson Jewelers…. Charlie chuckled. The business district looked about five blocks long, and two jewelry stores were battling it out for control of the bangle industry.
A hiss from the brakes. The bus slowed and pulled to the curb in front of a four-story building. A giant L with “Hotel” painted down the stem of the letter hung from an iron bracket. Rain dripped to the sidewalk from the base of the sign.
Charlie pushed out of his seat. In the aisle he rolled cramped shoulders, flexed the stiffness out of a knee, and combed his fingers through his hair before he retrieved his duffle from the overhead. The fact he was the only passenger to do so didn’t escape his notice. He pinched out the final draw of nicotine from the cigarette between his lips. Dropping the remnant to the floor, he opted to step over, not on, the butt and strode to the front of the bus.
The driver pushed the handle of the extended bar of the door, and Charlie stepped out onto the wet sidewalk. Drizzle quickly painted his face. A drop fell from the tip of his nose. He swiped the next one and took a deep breath. The air was clean, but beneath the overlay of rain was a taste of fish. Dead fish. He inhaled another lungful of air. Yeah. A river was somewhere close by.
Gears hissed into place. The engine revved, and the bus drove off. Diesel fumes encased in a swell of black smoke threatened to cloak Charlie. He stepped toward the building, away from the bus’s lingering stink. The wood-framed glass door had “Larson Hotel” painted in gold with black trim. He pulled it open, hoping they’d have a room available. If they didn’t, he was pretty much screwed.
He guessed the lobby’s ceiling to be around twelve feet with three ceiling fans suspended on pipes to about eight feet. Four black couches, a few wooden armchairs, and potted plants here and there decorated the place. At the far end of the room, the elevator’s iron gate stood open, the operator’s stool empty. A solitary broad-chested man puffing on a cigar sat on a couch. A snap-brim hat pulled low shadowed his face. Smoke curled upward, only to be blown back down by the fan blade’s slow rotation. To the right of the elevator was a wooden stairway, the banister nearly black from decades of hands sliding over it. A grandfather clock in a corner tolled 3:00 a.m.
Charlie turned left to the long, dark wood counter. A bank of pigeonholes, several with keys, was mounted to the wall. He smiled. Keys in the slots meant there was probably a vacancy. With the office chair at the desk unoccupied, he slapped a palm onto the silver bell. The clang rolled around the room. A pair of curtains parted, and an old man walked out.
“Morning. Sorry. No trains due in, so I was laying down.” He looked around and lowered his voice. “Most of our guests work for the railroad. Railroad changes crews in Whistle Pass. Not many tourists of late. Looking for a room? Don’t have much right now, though.”
Charlie set his bag on the floor. “Yeah. Whatever you have’s fine.”
The old man set a book on the counter. Opening it, he handed Charlie a pen. “Need you to register. How long you staying?”
Charlie wrote his name underneath a bevy of names without addresses. “Not sure. You need my address?” The old man plucked a key from a slot and pivoted back around. “Not really. Nobody’s business but yours. That’s the way I see it, anyway. Manager tends to disagree, though, unless you work for the railroad, of course.” He flashed a wry smile. “But he ain’t here, is he?” He spun the book around and started to close it but paused. “Charlie Harris?”
Charlie tensed. The whiskey-dry voice spoke his name like the employee recognized it. “Yeah. Why?”
The clerk turned, set the key back in the slot, and pulled another one from a different hole. He handed the key to Charlie. “Had a note to expect you sometime tonight. Room 412’s reserved for you. Paid in advance for a week.”
Confused, Charlie looked at the brass tag with a machine-pressed L and 412. “Who got me a room?” And why a week? Not like the Roger he knew to have things planned out in advance.
“Don’t know. Note didn’t say. You can ask the manager when he comes in later. Need help with your bags?”
Charlie picked up the duffle. “Nah. I got it.”
“Good, ’cause I couldn’t help you anyway. You’ll have to use the stairs. I’m not allowed to leave the lobby since I’m the only one working. So there’s nobody to run the elevator.”
An amused snort leaked out of Charlie. The old man couldn’t leave the lobby unattended, but he could steal a few winks in the back room. He wheeled and noticed the sitting area was now empty. The thick leather soles of his work boots clunked echoes as he walked up the stairs. Curtains of fresh cigar smoke hung in the air. On the second floor, Charlie made the turn and spotted half a cigar smoldering in a pedestal ashtray. The band identified it as a Red Dot. He glanced up and down the hallway but didn’t see anything that seemed out of place, other than a wasted choice smoke. He cocked his head and listened. Nothing. Unbuttoning his coat, he headed for the third floor landing.
On the third floor, he stalled his progress and looked and listened again. A stuttered snoring crawled along the empty hall. Charlie shook his head and blew out a breath. “You’re just nervous about why you’re here. Shake it off.” He grabbed the banister and pulled himself up the stairs, his booted steps rhythmically clomping his advance. At the midway point, he palmed the ball on the banister break and made the turn.
A Black Cat shoe heel came at him too quickly for Charlie to react. The blow caught him between the eyebrows.
Charlie slammed against the wall. Pain exploded in his head. Blinded from shock, he swung the duffle. The weight of the bag in his left hand pulled him to his right, so he let go of it, balled a fist, and blasted it back across his front. The backhand blow struck pay dirt in a jaw. The attacker cursed. Charlie followed up with a right fist to the shadowy figure coming into focus. His fist hammered into a rib cage. Charlie pumped two more quick jabs into the ribs.
“Gack.” The man’s torso leaned left.
Charlie reached out, grabbed two handfuls of shirt, and flung the man past him, into the wall. Staying with his target, he planted his feet and loosed a flurry of punches onto the exposed back, over the kidneys. The snap-brim-hatted attacker’s knees bent, and he sank to the floor.
Click. Click. Charlie whirled. At the top of the stairs, two more men. Young. Late teens, early twenties maybe. Each wore blue jeans and a black leather jacket, and… each held a switchblade knife.
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On the battlefields of WWII Europe, Charlie Harris fell in love, and after the war, Roger marched home without a glance back. Ten years later, Charlie receives a cryptic summons and quickly departs for his former lover’s hometown of Whistle Pass.
But Roger Black isn’t the lover of Charlie’s dreams anymore. He’s a married, hard-bitten political schemer who wants to secure his future by destroying evidence of his indiscreet past. Open homosexuality is practically a death sentence, and that photo would ruin Roger and all his wife’s nefarious plans.
Caught up in foggy, tangled events, Charlie turns to hotel manager Gabe Kasper for help, and Gabe is intrigued by the haunted soldier who so desperately desires peace. When helping his new lover places Gabe in danger, the old warrior in Charlie will have to take drastic action to protect him... or condemn them both.
Excerpt: September 1955 CHARLIE HARRIS leaned forward, pinched the end of the Lucky Strike between his thumb and forefinger, and inhaled the last drag possible before the smoldering tobacco burned his lips. Easing the smoke out his nostrils, he dropped the stub to the floor and ground it out with the sole of his boot. The carcass joined the other dozen or more shredded on the floor of the bus.
He sat back, rubbed the two-day stubble, coarse as sandpaper, on his cheek, and inhaled the garbage stench of smoke, sweat, banana peels, and God knew what else the other passengers had stuffed in the paper sacks they’d leave for somebody else to clean up. The kid wearing the coonskin cap and Davy Crockett fringe coat, curled up asleep in the seat across the aisle, had peanut butter and jelly smeared around his mouth like cheap lipstick. Why the mother didn’t clean the crap off the brat was beyond him. Maybe she’d tired of his incessant running up and down the walkway, too, and was afraid to touch him for fear of an encore.
Charlie turned his head and stared at the window. The low light from the recessed lamp above him, under the luggage rack, illuminated his dark hair. His haloed reflection stared back against the pitch of the moonless night. Drops of drizzle running down the glass in rivulets disfigured his features, but not the memories. He shifted in his seat, resting his cheek on the backrest.
Need you had been the only words on the telegram—not an I want you stuck anywhere on the yellow paper. The first time Roger had said, “Need you,” Charlie’d fallen into his arms and bared his heart, soul, groin, and ass.
He dug the open pack of Luckies out of a pocket in his pea coat, shook the end of one out, and held it between his teeth. He returned the dwindling cache to the pocket, pulled out a book of matches, folded the cover behind a lone match with one hand, and scratched it across the striker without tearing it from the pack. The tobacco sizzled as he inhaled. He blew out the match flame when he exhaled and watched the smoke bounce off his reflection.
What was it? Nine years? No. Ten. Ten years already since the war ended and all the troops came marching home. Those that weren’t buried in some rathole of a town he couldn’t pronounce the name of in some European country he never wanted to see again. He blew out another cloud of smoke. He wasn’t a twenty-year-old kid anymore. But sure as hell, the minute Roger said, “Need you,” he’d walked off his job and caught a bus. For what? A chance of love with a man who’d walked away without looking back when they stormed the beaches of the good old US of A?
“Moron.” He rolled his body away from the reflection and stared at the beige metal above him. Another drag, another burst of smoke.
Lightning shattered the darkness. Thunder clapped against the bus. Raindrops transformed to a hail of rifle and machine gun bullets. Charlie jerked. His eyes prowled the terrain for where the Germans’ attack would come from--goddamnit! It’s just rain. He fell back against the seat, brushed a jittery hand over his hair, and took a long, comforting pull off the cigarette. So long ago, so damn long ago, and still it took so little to bring the horror back to life.
“Whistle Pass. Whistle Pass,” the driver called out.
Charlie sat straight, grateful for something else to fill his mind with, and looked over the top of the wide brim hat of the passenger in the seat in front of him. Through the windshield eight rows away, a smattering of lights appeared in the distance. He crinkled his nose. Figured. He’d guessed a town in Illinois called Whistle Pass a hundred fifty miles or so from Chicago wouldn’t be more than a pinhole on a map. By the few lights, he’d nailed it.
He narrowed his focus and strained in an attempt to look beyond the glare of the glass and drizzling rain but couldn’t make out anything except the glow of random streetlights as the bus entered the city. A porch light here and there indicated houses along the street. The bus rounded a slow curve, and a lone parking lot light’s glow illuminated jewels of rain on wet cars. A string of multicolored triangular banners hung limp. A dealership. He sat back and took in the blur of more houses.
The bus rounded another lazy curve, and the downtown spread her Main Street curbing like a whore. Each block had streetlamps strategically interspersed so every storefront was revealed. Vaughan’s Saddle and Tack, Goldman Jewelers, A&P Grocery, Ash Penn’s Stationery, Matson Jewelers…. Charlie chuckled. The business district looked about five blocks long, and two jewelry stores were battling it out for control of the bangle industry.
A hiss from the brakes. The bus slowed and pulled to the curb in front of a four-story building. A giant L with “Hotel” painted down the stem of the letter hung from an iron bracket. Rain dripped to the sidewalk from the base of the sign.
Charlie pushed out of his seat. In the aisle he rolled cramped shoulders, flexed the stiffness out of a knee, and combed his fingers through his hair before he retrieved his duffle from the overhead. The fact he was the only passenger to do so didn’t escape his notice. He pinched out the final draw of nicotine from the cigarette between his lips. Dropping the remnant to the floor, he opted to step over, not on, the butt and strode to the front of the bus.
The driver pushed the handle of the extended bar of the door, and Charlie stepped out onto the wet sidewalk. Drizzle quickly painted his face. A drop fell from the tip of his nose. He swiped the next one and took a deep breath. The air was clean, but beneath the overlay of rain was a taste of fish. Dead fish. He inhaled another lungful of air. Yeah. A river was somewhere close by.
Gears hissed into place. The engine revved, and the bus drove off. Diesel fumes encased in a swell of black smoke threatened to cloak Charlie. He stepped toward the building, away from the bus’s lingering stink. The wood-framed glass door had “Larson Hotel” painted in gold with black trim. He pulled it open, hoping they’d have a room available. If they didn’t, he was pretty much screwed.
He guessed the lobby’s ceiling to be around twelve feet with three ceiling fans suspended on pipes to about eight feet. Four black couches, a few wooden armchairs, and potted plants here and there decorated the place. At the far end of the room, the elevator’s iron gate stood open, the operator’s stool empty. A solitary broad-chested man puffing on a cigar sat on a couch. A snap-brim hat pulled low shadowed his face. Smoke curled upward, only to be blown back down by the fan blade’s slow rotation. To the right of the elevator was a wooden stairway, the banister nearly black from decades of hands sliding over it. A grandfather clock in a corner tolled 3:00 a.m.
Charlie turned left to the long, dark wood counter. A bank of pigeonholes, several with keys, was mounted to the wall. He smiled. Keys in the slots meant there was probably a vacancy. With the office chair at the desk unoccupied, he slapped a palm onto the silver bell. The clang rolled around the room. A pair of curtains parted, and an old man walked out.
“Morning. Sorry. No trains due in, so I was laying down.” He looked around and lowered his voice. “Most of our guests work for the railroad. Railroad changes crews in Whistle Pass. Not many tourists of late. Looking for a room? Don’t have much right now, though.”
Charlie set his bag on the floor. “Yeah. Whatever you have’s fine.”
The old man set a book on the counter. Opening it, he handed Charlie a pen. “Need you to register. How long you staying?”
Charlie wrote his name underneath a bevy of names without addresses. “Not sure. You need my address?” The old man plucked a key from a slot and pivoted back around. “Not really. Nobody’s business but yours. That’s the way I see it, anyway. Manager tends to disagree, though, unless you work for the railroad, of course.” He flashed a wry smile. “But he ain’t here, is he?” He spun the book around and started to close it but paused. “Charlie Harris?”
Charlie tensed. The whiskey-dry voice spoke his name like the employee recognized it. “Yeah. Why?”
The clerk turned, set the key back in the slot, and pulled another one from a different hole. He handed the key to Charlie. “Had a note to expect you sometime tonight. Room 412’s reserved for you. Paid in advance for a week.”
Confused, Charlie looked at the brass tag with a machine-pressed L and 412. “Who got me a room?” And why a week? Not like the Roger he knew to have things planned out in advance.
“Don’t know. Note didn’t say. You can ask the manager when he comes in later. Need help with your bags?”
Charlie picked up the duffle. “Nah. I got it.”
“Good, ’cause I couldn’t help you anyway. You’ll have to use the stairs. I’m not allowed to leave the lobby since I’m the only one working. So there’s nobody to run the elevator.”
An amused snort leaked out of Charlie. The old man couldn’t leave the lobby unattended, but he could steal a few winks in the back room. He wheeled and noticed the sitting area was now empty. The thick leather soles of his work boots clunked echoes as he walked up the stairs. Curtains of fresh cigar smoke hung in the air. On the second floor, Charlie made the turn and spotted half a cigar smoldering in a pedestal ashtray. The band identified it as a Red Dot. He glanced up and down the hallway but didn’t see anything that seemed out of place, other than a wasted choice smoke. He cocked his head and listened. Nothing. Unbuttoning his coat, he headed for the third floor landing.
On the third floor, he stalled his progress and looked and listened again. A stuttered snoring crawled along the empty hall. Charlie shook his head and blew out a breath. “You’re just nervous about why you’re here. Shake it off.” He grabbed the banister and pulled himself up the stairs, his booted steps rhythmically clomping his advance. At the midway point, he palmed the ball on the banister break and made the turn.
A Black Cat shoe heel came at him too quickly for Charlie to react. The blow caught him between the eyebrows.
Charlie slammed against the wall. Pain exploded in his head. Blinded from shock, he swung the duffle. The weight of the bag in his left hand pulled him to his right, so he let go of it, balled a fist, and blasted it back across his front. The backhand blow struck pay dirt in a jaw. The attacker cursed. Charlie followed up with a right fist to the shadowy figure coming into focus. His fist hammered into a rib cage. Charlie pumped two more quick jabs into the ribs.
“Gack.” The man’s torso leaned left.
Charlie reached out, grabbed two handfuls of shirt, and flung the man past him, into the wall. Staying with his target, he planted his feet and loosed a flurry of punches onto the exposed back, over the kidneys. The snap-brim-hatted attacker’s knees bent, and he sank to the floor.
Click. Click. Charlie whirled. At the top of the stairs, two more men. Young. Late teens, early twenties maybe. Each wore blue jeans and a black leather jacket, and… each held a switchblade knife.
From Noble Romance and the incomparable KevaD
_The hardest part of being alone is realizing you are.
1969 was a busy year for the young woman nicknamed Isis. She graduated high school, engaged in a lesbian relationship, died, and rose from the dead as a pot-smoking, flesh-eating zombie in need of a good orgasm. Yet, in death she ended up as alone as she had in life. But when a beautiful zombie with flowers in her hair forgets her sweet butt on a toilet seat, Isis's undead life will never be the same. Nor will it be one she could ever have envisioned, even on the wildest acid trip. Because for Isis, her true reason for life lies in her death.
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Another hot new romance by Lillian Grant!
MERGERS AND ACQUISITIONS
I am also running a contest to give two copies away on my website until the 22nd. Link is http://www.lilliangrant.com/?page_id=26
Accountant, Emily Armitage is stuck in Sydney for the weekend, working on the numbers for a hotel sale while fighting off the unwanted attention of her boss. However, things begin to look up when she steps on her balcony and meets the man of her dreams. When her new neighbor delivers room service, along with a shoulder massage, delicious foot rubs, and easy charm, she succumbs to their obvious attraction.
Having spent a passionate weekend together, Monday morning brings an unwanted revelation. Randy’s been keeping secrets that could change her life. Suddenly uncertain, she is forced to make a choice between her career and a man who adds up to perfection. Should she stick with the hotel acquisition or take a chance on their passionate new merger?
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Accountant, Emily Armitage is stuck in Sydney for the weekend, working on the numbers for a hotel sale while fighting off the unwanted attention of her boss. However, things begin to look up when she steps on her balcony and meets the man of her dreams. When her new neighbor delivers room service, along with a shoulder massage, delicious foot rubs, and easy charm, she succumbs to their obvious attraction.
Having spent a passionate weekend together, Monday morning brings an unwanted revelation. Randy’s been keeping secrets that could change her life. Suddenly uncertain, she is forced to make a choice between her career and a man who adds up to perfection. Should she stick with the hotel acquisition or take a chance on their passionate new merger?
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A DANCE with BOGIE and BACALL by KevaD
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Radio DJ Scott Kincaid's first caller of the night is a lady who died forty-nine years ago. The second wants to knock his head off. And he thought falling in love would be easy.
Maureen and Frank Johnson shared the kind of romance most people believe only exists in movies. Until a ballroom fire took Maureen's life.
Franci Johnson grew up hearing her grandparents' love story a thousand times and wishes to find the kind of undying love Frank and Maureen had once upon a time.
DJ Scott Kincaid just wants the ghost following him to go away. But Maureen thinks the hunky DJ might be just the answer to her granddaughter's dreams.
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Radio DJ Scott Kincaid's first caller of the night is a lady who died forty-nine years ago. The second wants to knock his head off. And he thought falling in love would be easy.
Maureen and Frank Johnson shared the kind of romance most people believe only exists in movies. Until a ballroom fire took Maureen's life.
Franci Johnson grew up hearing her grandparents' love story a thousand times and wishes to find the kind of undying love Frank and Maureen had once upon a time.
DJ Scott Kincaid just wants the ghost following him to go away. But Maureen thinks the hunky DJ might be just the answer to her granddaughter's dreams.
Congratulations Jennifer LaBelle!
Jennifer wins e-copies of both Dare to Dream and Mr. Fix-it!
I'm having a contest and the winner will receive not only an e-copy of Mr. Fix-it but one of Dare to Dream as well! It's a double header! All you have to do is click the contact me tab on the left. Then enter your first and last name in the top two boxes, and your e-mail address in the next. In the comment section, tell me what you like to see in your heroes. Now if that isn't enough fun, the winner will get to name the hero in my sci-fi fantasy, Red Sun Rising! He's a prince from another world, with raven hair and eyes like glowing embers. I need a name...you chose!
The winner will be chosen by random selection on Labor Day, September 5th.
Please note: red Sun Rising is a work in progress and is not contracted at this time.
The winner will be chosen by random selection on Labor Day, September 5th.
Please note: red Sun Rising is a work in progress and is not contracted at this time.
Variant Breed by D. H. Star
Across time, two hot immortals find each other. But is mutual passion enough?
Chris Molina is a MAP, a molecularly advanced person. Rejected by his family in the 18th century and sent out into the world alone at the age of twenty-five, he wanders through time, craving love and companionship. He finally settles down and establishes a homestead in Virginia where he meets the first of his own kind, Abigail DuMonte. Together they start a life one where they can live openly and honestly. However, in spite of the love and friendship they share, something else important is missing. Soul-searing passion. Until…
When Chris meets Zachary Bishop, he’s found everything he’s ever wanted. Zach is handsome, intelligent, sweet, and craves the same things he does. However, Chris soon realizes that his dreams may come true at a cost. Although Abby is not his lover, they have a long and close history together that Chris doesn’t want to jeopardize. Is there room in his life for both Abby and Zach? What if he can never really find the family he’s longed for? Will Zach become simply a memory of erotic passion and unfulfilled longing? Three immortals on the brink of change…
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Chris Molina is a MAP, a molecularly advanced person. Rejected by his family in the 18th century and sent out into the world alone at the age of twenty-five, he wanders through time, craving love and companionship. He finally settles down and establishes a homestead in Virginia where he meets the first of his own kind, Abigail DuMonte. Together they start a life one where they can live openly and honestly. However, in spite of the love and friendship they share, something else important is missing. Soul-searing passion. Until…
When Chris meets Zachary Bishop, he’s found everything he’s ever wanted. Zach is handsome, intelligent, sweet, and craves the same things he does. However, Chris soon realizes that his dreams may come true at a cost. Although Abby is not his lover, they have a long and close history together that Chris doesn’t want to jeopardize. Is there room in his life for both Abby and Zach? What if he can never really find the family he’s longed for? Will Zach become simply a memory of erotic passion and unfulfilled longing? Three immortals on the brink of change…
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Hard as Teak by Margie Church
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Blurb: Hard as Teak by Margie Church
Kevin Marks escapes to the north woods to reignite his passion for photography and women. But the only flame he seems able to spark is for his latest photography subject, Teak Hildalgo. Kevin's never been in a man's arms before.
Teak, the raven-haired, photographer's dream come true, is hell bent on capturing Kevin's heart. He takes Kevin, body and soul, on a romantic, sexual journey previously lived only in Kevin's fantasies. And no dream was ever this good, no truth this undeniable.
Will Kevin ever be the same? When the camera's put away, will Teak live up to his name?
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Blurb: Hard as Teak by Margie Church
Kevin Marks escapes to the north woods to reignite his passion for photography and women. But the only flame he seems able to spark is for his latest photography subject, Teak Hildalgo. Kevin's never been in a man's arms before.
Teak, the raven-haired, photographer's dream come true, is hell bent on capturing Kevin's heart. He takes Kevin, body and soul, on a romantic, sexual journey previously lived only in Kevin's fantasies. And no dream was ever this good, no truth this undeniable.
Will Kevin ever be the same? When the camera's put away, will Teak live up to his name?
Want to read the adult excerpt? Go to Getbit-bymyfreereads.
Get the book now!
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Win a copy of...KEEP IT UNDER WRAPS
by Lillian Grant
To celebrate the release of Keep it Under Wraps on 19 July Lillian Grant is giving a copy away to one lucky person who leaves a comment on her website www.lilliangrant.com
Leave a comment and check back on the 19th to see if you are the lucky winner. Oh, and you don't need to have read book one to enjoy book two.If you don't want to wait you can preorder it at Sirenbookstrand. And it is available at a discount price until the 26th July.
Blurb
A sex scandal threatens to destroy reformed Hollywood bad boy Jonathon Deveraux. PI Georgina Stanvers can save him – if they can trust each other.
Reformed Hollywood bad boy, Jonathon Deveraux, doesn’t remember starring in the DVD in his mailbox, and he’s not sure he trusts the female PI hired to find out where the movie came from.
Georgina Stanvers needs the work but she doesn’t like Jonathon. He’s a smooth talker, like the movie makers who ruined her father. She only suggests re-enacting the bondage scene to jar the actor’s memory. But untamed passion rewrites the script, and inhibitions are stripped away along with their clothing.
When bullets fly it appears an impending sex scandal is the least of Jonathon’s troubles. Needing to discover the truth, “George” puts her heart on the line, and her life in the hands of killers bent on revenge. If Jonathon is to prove his attraction to the PI is more than lust, he’ll have to save her. But first he needs to trust George, and his heart.
Excerpt
George swallowed, breathing deeply in an effort to slow her racing pulse. There he sat, on a bed. The bed. The one where the two ladies had tied him up and done to him what they would. Knowing what happened here should disgust her, but it didn’t. She had never thought being a voyeur was a turn-on. Porn did nothing for her, but she had to admit she’d watched the DVD more times than strictly necessary to solve the case. If she made the suggestion swirling in her brain would she be able to resist temptation? From the expression on Jonathon’s face, she got the impression he wouldn’t be disappointed if she didn’t.
“Perhaps a reenactment would help you remember something.”
His gaze met hers, and she took an involuntary step toward him. Dark eyes filled with desire held her enraptured. Now that she stood within reach, his hand circled her arm and tugged her to stand between his legs.
“Reenact how, exactly?”
George forced herself to break eye contact and stared at the headboard instead.
“You could lie on the bed, like in the video, and I could tie you up. It might trigger something?”
The smile teasing his lips left her in no doubt he had deliberately taken the last comment to mean something sexual. Is that what she meant? She didn’t know.
He agreed with a small nod, and she stepped back as he pulled off his boots. His socks came off with a quick tug then he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Eyes locked on his, she fought not to drop her gaze to his chest as his tanned torso gradually came into view. The garment slid down his arms and he tossed it aside before getting to his feet. Battle lost, she took in his toned muscles, brown skin, and dark nipples erect from the cold, or maybe with lust. Her own nipples hardened in response, sending a shiver down her spine. She stood mesmerized as he slid his hands down his chest, over his stomach, before they came to rest on his belt buckle.
Her eyes focused on the oversized steel clasp. Fingers sliding behind the scuffed black leather, he started to tug the belt free. George took a deep breath and looked away. She was disgusted with herself. Lust may have melted her resolve, but she didn’t have to show it. What was wrong with her? She was practically drooling.
She dropped her bag to the floor and rummaged around inside, deliberately focused on what she was doing. “You don’t need to go all the way. How about you keep your jeans on, Tiger?” She glanced up at him and smiled. “I’d hate for you to catch a chill.”
With his belt unfastened and his button undone, he climbed on the bed, lying in the middle, arms by his side.
George finally retrieved what she was searching for. She stepped to the bed, and he moved from staring at the ceiling to see what she held in her hands.
“Handcuffs? But they tied me.”
“I don’t carry rope. Hands above your head.”
He moved his hands to rest them on the pillow. Her gaze shifted away from his sparsely haired armpits, tight pecs, and defined shoulders, to his face. He chuckled. “But you do carry handcuffs? For work or pleasure?”
She bit her bottom lip, determined not to let him bait her. Leaning across him, she closed the cuff around his left wrist before sliding it through the bars in the headboard and then fastening it around his right wrist. The effort caused her chest to brush against his face. When he rubbed his lips against her protruding nipple she gasped. Pushing herself back up to a standing position, she folded her arms. Both her nipples had beaded at his touch and now threatened to break through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She made a mental note to always wear a bra in future.
“Lie still and concentrate. You won’t remember anything if you’re fooling around.”
He sighed and stared back at the ceiling. “I figured if this was a reenactment then fooling around would be the order of the day.”
God, he was right. How was having him lie on the bed seminaked supposed to achieve anything? So far all she had managed to do was turn herself on. The sight of his bare chest along with the soft hair that started below his belly button and thickened just above the zipper on his jeans wasn’t helping much either. The only one likely to have flashbacks was her.
Want to know what happens next....check the adult excerpt at SirenBookstrand.
Leave a comment and check back on the 19th to see if you are the lucky winner. Oh, and you don't need to have read book one to enjoy book two.If you don't want to wait you can preorder it at Sirenbookstrand. And it is available at a discount price until the 26th July.
Blurb
A sex scandal threatens to destroy reformed Hollywood bad boy Jonathon Deveraux. PI Georgina Stanvers can save him – if they can trust each other.
Reformed Hollywood bad boy, Jonathon Deveraux, doesn’t remember starring in the DVD in his mailbox, and he’s not sure he trusts the female PI hired to find out where the movie came from.
Georgina Stanvers needs the work but she doesn’t like Jonathon. He’s a smooth talker, like the movie makers who ruined her father. She only suggests re-enacting the bondage scene to jar the actor’s memory. But untamed passion rewrites the script, and inhibitions are stripped away along with their clothing.
When bullets fly it appears an impending sex scandal is the least of Jonathon’s troubles. Needing to discover the truth, “George” puts her heart on the line, and her life in the hands of killers bent on revenge. If Jonathon is to prove his attraction to the PI is more than lust, he’ll have to save her. But first he needs to trust George, and his heart.
Excerpt
George swallowed, breathing deeply in an effort to slow her racing pulse. There he sat, on a bed. The bed. The one where the two ladies had tied him up and done to him what they would. Knowing what happened here should disgust her, but it didn’t. She had never thought being a voyeur was a turn-on. Porn did nothing for her, but she had to admit she’d watched the DVD more times than strictly necessary to solve the case. If she made the suggestion swirling in her brain would she be able to resist temptation? From the expression on Jonathon’s face, she got the impression he wouldn’t be disappointed if she didn’t.
“Perhaps a reenactment would help you remember something.”
His gaze met hers, and she took an involuntary step toward him. Dark eyes filled with desire held her enraptured. Now that she stood within reach, his hand circled her arm and tugged her to stand between his legs.
“Reenact how, exactly?”
George forced herself to break eye contact and stared at the headboard instead.
“You could lie on the bed, like in the video, and I could tie you up. It might trigger something?”
The smile teasing his lips left her in no doubt he had deliberately taken the last comment to mean something sexual. Is that what she meant? She didn’t know.
He agreed with a small nod, and she stepped back as he pulled off his boots. His socks came off with a quick tug then he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Eyes locked on his, she fought not to drop her gaze to his chest as his tanned torso gradually came into view. The garment slid down his arms and he tossed it aside before getting to his feet. Battle lost, she took in his toned muscles, brown skin, and dark nipples erect from the cold, or maybe with lust. Her own nipples hardened in response, sending a shiver down her spine. She stood mesmerized as he slid his hands down his chest, over his stomach, before they came to rest on his belt buckle.
Her eyes focused on the oversized steel clasp. Fingers sliding behind the scuffed black leather, he started to tug the belt free. George took a deep breath and looked away. She was disgusted with herself. Lust may have melted her resolve, but she didn’t have to show it. What was wrong with her? She was practically drooling.
She dropped her bag to the floor and rummaged around inside, deliberately focused on what she was doing. “You don’t need to go all the way. How about you keep your jeans on, Tiger?” She glanced up at him and smiled. “I’d hate for you to catch a chill.”
With his belt unfastened and his button undone, he climbed on the bed, lying in the middle, arms by his side.
George finally retrieved what she was searching for. She stepped to the bed, and he moved from staring at the ceiling to see what she held in her hands.
“Handcuffs? But they tied me.”
“I don’t carry rope. Hands above your head.”
He moved his hands to rest them on the pillow. Her gaze shifted away from his sparsely haired armpits, tight pecs, and defined shoulders, to his face. He chuckled. “But you do carry handcuffs? For work or pleasure?”
She bit her bottom lip, determined not to let him bait her. Leaning across him, she closed the cuff around his left wrist before sliding it through the bars in the headboard and then fastening it around his right wrist. The effort caused her chest to brush against his face. When he rubbed his lips against her protruding nipple she gasped. Pushing herself back up to a standing position, she folded her arms. Both her nipples had beaded at his touch and now threatened to break through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She made a mental note to always wear a bra in future.
“Lie still and concentrate. You won’t remember anything if you’re fooling around.”
He sighed and stared back at the ceiling. “I figured if this was a reenactment then fooling around would be the order of the day.”
God, he was right. How was having him lie on the bed seminaked supposed to achieve anything? So far all she had managed to do was turn herself on. The sight of his bare chest along with the soft hair that started below his belly button and thickened just above the zipper on his jeans wasn’t helping much either. The only one likely to have flashbacks was her.
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Speak to Me of Abduction by Lillian Grant
After accepting a movie role, Charlene Page, worries she might be the next rising porn star. On reflection, that might have been safer.
Stuck in Rio and desperate for cash, Australian backpacker Charlene accepts a minor movie role. When her co-star, Hollywood hunk and serial womanizer, Jonathon Deveraux is abducted from the set she turns to his older brother for help.
Oscar winner and Hollywood good guy Jacob Deveraux is a recluse. However, when his brother goes missing, he agrees to help the hapless backpacker who appears to have been deceived into taking a movie role so Jonathon could woo her into his bed. The more determined he is to keep his distance the more he is drawn to her. When it becomes obvious his bother’s kidnapping is designed to punish Jacob he worries Charlene may be next. Despite his best efforts to keep her safe she is grabbed off the street. Can he find and save his brother and Charlene or will he lose another woman he loves?
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Stuck in Rio and desperate for cash, Australian backpacker Charlene accepts a minor movie role. When her co-star, Hollywood hunk and serial womanizer, Jonathon Deveraux is abducted from the set she turns to his older brother for help.
Oscar winner and Hollywood good guy Jacob Deveraux is a recluse. However, when his brother goes missing, he agrees to help the hapless backpacker who appears to have been deceived into taking a movie role so Jonathon could woo her into his bed. The more determined he is to keep his distance the more he is drawn to her. When it becomes obvious his bother’s kidnapping is designed to punish Jacob he worries Charlene may be next. Despite his best efforts to keep her safe she is grabbed off the street. Can he find and save his brother and Charlene or will he lose another woman he loves?
To find an adult excerpt visit Lillian's Blogger site
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Buy it here: SirenBookstrand
A DEMON AFFAIR by KevaD
"A Demon Affair" was just released through Pine Wood Press.
I hope you enjoy this look at my erotic fantasy novella.
A Demon Affair - by KevaD
Ages ago, a heavenly Archangel and a hellish Slayer fell in love. The product of their sacrilege now roams the earth, devouring the souls of the living. Possessing all the strengths of good and evil, Pilan has the power to rise against either kingdom and take control. He simply hasn't yet chosen to.
Heaven dispatches Anai, an angel who has sacrificed eternity to kill Pilan. Anai is as powerful, and potentially as evil, as Pilan. As hell repeatedly sends forces to destroy Pilan and Anai, the two angel-demons surrender to sin. To enjoy the vanity of killing each other, they must first keep each other alive. Then there's the whole lust issue…
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David Kentner
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I hope you enjoy this look at my erotic fantasy novella.
A Demon Affair - by KevaD
Ages ago, a heavenly Archangel and a hellish Slayer fell in love. The product of their sacrilege now roams the earth, devouring the souls of the living. Possessing all the strengths of good and evil, Pilan has the power to rise against either kingdom and take control. He simply hasn't yet chosen to.
Heaven dispatches Anai, an angel who has sacrificed eternity to kill Pilan. Anai is as powerful, and potentially as evil, as Pilan. As hell repeatedly sends forces to destroy Pilan and Anai, the two angel-demons surrender to sin. To enjoy the vanity of killing each other, they must first keep each other alive. Then there's the whole lust issue…
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David Kentner
http://www.kevad.net/
https://nobleromance.com/Authors/116
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Dragon's Wish by Judith Leger
A vision, a wish, and a journey plagued by evil.
Cold, desolate cliffs and a white dragon’s blue gaze captures Seren Jordan in a terrifying vision. A universe away, Paladin Fulcan--prince, captain, and sorcery-shadowed seed of dragonkind--struggles to overcome his grief during the long journey to where he must bury his wife and son. Seeing a shooting star, he violates all the laws of the dragonseed: he makes a wish.
A dragonseed's wish can open the gates between realities, can alter fate. But has fate itself decreed this wish? For the throne-less dragonseed's destiny is entwined with that of a mortal mate; their son is fated to be the One True Dragon King to rule over all the dragons. But not all dragons are content to accept one rule, and the rebels quietly gather allies to prevent the birth of Seren's baby.
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Cold, desolate cliffs and a white dragon’s blue gaze captures Seren Jordan in a terrifying vision. A universe away, Paladin Fulcan--prince, captain, and sorcery-shadowed seed of dragonkind--struggles to overcome his grief during the long journey to where he must bury his wife and son. Seeing a shooting star, he violates all the laws of the dragonseed: he makes a wish.
A dragonseed's wish can open the gates between realities, can alter fate. But has fate itself decreed this wish? For the throne-less dragonseed's destiny is entwined with that of a mortal mate; their son is fated to be the One True Dragon King to rule over all the dragons. But not all dragons are content to accept one rule, and the rebels quietly gather allies to prevent the birth of Seren's baby.
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KHYBER RUN by Amber Green
Zarak shed that Warrior Code crap long ago. Oscar personifies it. Hunting a murderer in a land scarred by endless warfare, two men fight for justice, honor, and who gets top.
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PASSING TIME by Ash Penn glbt paranormal
When world-weary Louis Duncan returns to the English town where he grew
up, the last thing on his mind is finding love. He's come home to be at his
estranged mother's side as she lies comatose in a hospital bed.
The always-sunny barman Jake Harvey yearns to offer Louis much more than a willing ear. After an evening of too much wine, too much Indian take-out, and too much of Jake's soft lips, Louis succumbs to the young man's charms. Jake proves to be a passionate lover as well as a loyal friend.
When his mother’s condition deteriorates, Louis leans on Jake to help him through the difficulty of another loss. The love of his life died two years before, but to Louis he remains every bit alive as Jake. He and Carter continue to chat, smoke together, even argue over whether Louis is living or merely existing. They do everything as they always did, except have sex. Now, despite Carter urging him to take the risk, can Louis give up his first real love and take his chances with the living?
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The always-sunny barman Jake Harvey yearns to offer Louis much more than a willing ear. After an evening of too much wine, too much Indian take-out, and too much of Jake's soft lips, Louis succumbs to the young man's charms. Jake proves to be a passionate lover as well as a loyal friend.
When his mother’s condition deteriorates, Louis leans on Jake to help him through the difficulty of another loss. The love of his life died two years before, but to Louis he remains every bit alive as Jake. He and Carter continue to chat, smoke together, even argue over whether Louis is living or merely existing. They do everything as they always did, except have sex. Now, despite Carter urging him to take the risk, can Louis give up his first real love and take his chances with the living?
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GHOST HUNTER by Paige Tyler
BLURB:
Almost getting murdered by a serial killer gives Cassidy Kincaide a new lease on life and convinces her to go ahead and tackle that ghost-hunter novel she's always wanted to write. So, she hooks up with a gorgeous paranormal investigator named Trace McCord to do some research.
Cassidy and Trace rub each other the wrong way right from the beginning, but they have to put aside their differences when the serial killer who attacked her comes back from the grave to continue his string of grisly murders, with her at the top of his list.
Trace has to keep Cassidy close to keep her safe, and as they try to stay one step ahead of the ghost while figuring out how to stop it, he and Cassidy end up in each other’s arms. While Trace has a whole list of reasons why he shouldn’t get involved with her, he finds himself falling in love with the beautiful blonde anyway. And even though Cassidy started out thinking he was a jerk, she learns that underneath the rough ghost hunter exterior, he’s just the man she’s always been looking for. Now, all they have to do, is live long enough to be together.
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Almost getting murdered by a serial killer gives Cassidy Kincaide a new lease on life and convinces her to go ahead and tackle that ghost-hunter novel she's always wanted to write. So, she hooks up with a gorgeous paranormal investigator named Trace McCord to do some research.
Cassidy and Trace rub each other the wrong way right from the beginning, but they have to put aside their differences when the serial killer who attacked her comes back from the grave to continue his string of grisly murders, with her at the top of his list.
Trace has to keep Cassidy close to keep her safe, and as they try to stay one step ahead of the ghost while figuring out how to stop it, he and Cassidy end up in each other’s arms. While Trace has a whole list of reasons why he shouldn’t get involved with her, he finds himself falling in love with the beautiful blonde anyway. And even though Cassidy started out thinking he was a jerk, she learns that underneath the rough ghost hunter exterior, he’s just the man she’s always been looking for. Now, all they have to do, is live long enough to be together.
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Back in the Closet by KevaD ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
Sometimes the best-laid plans
don't mean you get laid.
Chaz and Mike are inaugurating their life together as an openly gay couple. Bliss is inevitable, until a dead relative rises up and brings their plans to a screeching halt.
Chaz's not-so-dearly departed Amish Uncle Silas has bequeathed his nephew his farm . . . and a $60,000 tax bill if Chaz doesn't play by the rules.
With empty wallets, the duo and their kitten, TCT, head off for Iowa to live on the farm for ninety days - without electricity or plumbing . . . or sex.
While Mike finds trees to climb, horses to ride, and a big ax to play with, and TCT discovers a wide array of critters to chase and capture, Chaz faces a past veiled in mystery.
As a young boy, Chaz spent time on the farm. Why can't he remember the giant oak tree or the ancient barn? Each time he tries to enter the barn, terror stops him cold.
Chaz will need courage he's never had before, along with all the strength in his partner's lusciously muscled body, to solve the riddles plaguing him. Keeping Mike and his axe from chopping off the wrong piece of lumber might not be a bad idea, either.
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Chaz and Mike are inaugurating their life together as an openly gay couple. Bliss is inevitable, until a dead relative rises up and brings their plans to a screeching halt.
Chaz's not-so-dearly departed Amish Uncle Silas has bequeathed his nephew his farm . . . and a $60,000 tax bill if Chaz doesn't play by the rules.
With empty wallets, the duo and their kitten, TCT, head off for Iowa to live on the farm for ninety days - without electricity or plumbing . . . or sex.
While Mike finds trees to climb, horses to ride, and a big ax to play with, and TCT discovers a wide array of critters to chase and capture, Chaz faces a past veiled in mystery.
As a young boy, Chaz spent time on the farm. Why can't he remember the giant oak tree or the ancient barn? Each time he tries to enter the barn, terror stops him cold.
Chaz will need courage he's never had before, along with all the strength in his partner's lusciously muscled body, to solve the riddles plaguing him. Keeping Mike and his axe from chopping off the wrong piece of lumber might not be a bad idea, either.
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Out of the Closet by KevaD mild m/m sexual content ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ Watch for the sequel: Back in the Closet coming Valentine's day 2011
That's Mike on the cover with The Cat. Are you interested yet? Thought so!
So, what do you get when you have a gay writer, Chaz, a hunky construction worker with a secret, Mike, and a handsome self centered athletic instructor, Karl? Hilarity. Out of the closet is about three bestfriends who share an apartment and couldn't be more different. Or are they? No one but Chaz seems to know who he is, and he's totally in the dark about the other two. KevaD has invented a completely new twist on the love triangle in his masterful tale. It's sweet, pee your pants funny and a wonderful way to spend a few hours. I promise you won't regret it. I give this book ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
I had the pleasure of being one of the first to read this, being a critique partner has it's perks, and was mad for it! I have hounded him constantly since for a sequel, with some success, I hear one is in the works.
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So, what do you get when you have a gay writer, Chaz, a hunky construction worker with a secret, Mike, and a handsome self centered athletic instructor, Karl? Hilarity. Out of the closet is about three bestfriends who share an apartment and couldn't be more different. Or are they? No one but Chaz seems to know who he is, and he's totally in the dark about the other two. KevaD has invented a completely new twist on the love triangle in his masterful tale. It's sweet, pee your pants funny and a wonderful way to spend a few hours. I promise you won't regret it. I give this book ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
I had the pleasure of being one of the first to read this, being a critique partner has it's perks, and was mad for it! I have hounded him constantly since for a sequel, with some success, I hear one is in the works.
Boot the PC, head to Noble Romance and buy Out of the Closet by KevaD
MAKE ME, SIR by Cherise Sinclair ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
Masters of the Shadowlands 5: Make Me, Sir
Her job is to make his life miserable. His job is to make her submit. Whose heart will surrender first?
Across the country, rebellious BDSM submissives are being systematically kidnapped, one from each club. When her friend falls prey to the slavers, FBI victim specialist Gabrielle volunteers to be bait in a club not yet hit: the Shadowlands.
She finds that being a bratty sub comes naturally, especially when she gets to twit the appallingly conservative Master of the trainees. But she soon discovers he’s not as stuffy as she’d thought. Or as mean. She’d expected punishment, even humiliation, but she sure never expected to fall in love with a damned lawyer.
Courtesy of a prima donna ex-wife, Marcus loathes disobedient submissives. When the club owner insists he admit an incredibly bratty trainee, he’s furious. But as he comes to know Gabrielle and sees the alluring sweetness beneath the sass, he starts to fall for her.
Unfortunately, Marcus isn't the only one who believes the feisty redhead is a prize worth capturing. And in the world of the slaver, such treasure is worth a hefty fee.
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Her job is to make his life miserable. His job is to make her submit. Whose heart will surrender first?
Across the country, rebellious BDSM submissives are being systematically kidnapped, one from each club. When her friend falls prey to the slavers, FBI victim specialist Gabrielle volunteers to be bait in a club not yet hit: the Shadowlands.
She finds that being a bratty sub comes naturally, especially when she gets to twit the appallingly conservative Master of the trainees. But she soon discovers he’s not as stuffy as she’d thought. Or as mean. She’d expected punishment, even humiliation, but she sure never expected to fall in love with a damned lawyer.
Courtesy of a prima donna ex-wife, Marcus loathes disobedient submissives. When the club owner insists he admit an incredibly bratty trainee, he’s furious. But as he comes to know Gabrielle and sees the alluring sweetness beneath the sass, he starts to fall for her.
Unfortunately, Marcus isn't the only one who believes the feisty redhead is a prize worth capturing. And in the world of the slaver, such treasure is worth a hefty fee.
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www.CheriseSinclair.com Dominant Males, Sizzling Tales Masters of the Shadowlands 5: Make Me, Sir
Steal Away by Amber Green ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
Prohibition.
The Charleston. Hard times. Jazz. Foreclosures. Breakaways and cutting loose.
Twilight Amery sets her sights on Harlem, where a girl with a voice--even a
white man's bastard from Alabama--can be somebody. Hopping a freight train, she
joins up with the beautiful, bitter Mr. Stone and the compellingly magnetic
Hector, two Harlem men trying to get home however they can. Harlem hoofer
Daniel Stone has been looking for a congenial soul to share in his relationship
with the larger-than-life Hector, but he never expected to find that soul in a
female body--much less attached to a southerner with heartbreakingly futile
dreams. But now he and Hector owe the girl, so they will get her to
Harlem and they will get her a fair chance to reach for her dream. Even
if it means the wrong heart gets broken.
Faced with club-wielding Pinkerton agents, an inconvenient dead body, and a shortage of money, Twilight and Stone forge an alliance while pursuing their individual mating dances with Hector. Then an old enemy of Stone's intercepts them and issues a challenge that Twilight makes the mistake of accepting.
Amber
Visit www.shapeshiftersinlust.com tonight!My two cents. . . this is a must read. Amber has certainly gotten the flavor of the era down pat. Twilight has her own fresh voice. You feel as if you are running alongside as she struggles to secure her dream. The heat sizzles off the page, the danger is made real,the book comes alive under Amber's masterful hand.
Faced with club-wielding Pinkerton agents, an inconvenient dead body, and a shortage of money, Twilight and Stone forge an alliance while pursuing their individual mating dances with Hector. Then an old enemy of Stone's intercepts them and issues a challenge that Twilight makes the mistake of accepting.
Amber
Visit www.shapeshiftersinlust.com tonight!My two cents. . . this is a must read. Amber has certainly gotten the flavor of the era down pat. Twilight has her own fresh voice. You feel as if you are running alongside as she struggles to secure her dream. The heat sizzles off the page, the danger is made real,the book comes alive under Amber's masterful hand.
Turn & Turn: One Good Turn by Amber Green
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Summoned
to his parents' estate, brash young Kendall Turner steels himself for yet
another confrontation. He doesn't expect this level of betrayal, though. His
parents play an explicit and humiliating video surreptitiously recorded by KT's
ex, who has taken up blackmail. KT is ordered to report to a psychiatric
facility while his family scrambles to brush the dust back under the carpet.
He flees instead, accompanied by Turner Scott, heavily muscled star of his most personal fantasies. Only the flight turns into more of a kidnapping when Turn needs to buy time for his own mysterious activities.
When his ex turns up dead, then missing, then most definitely dead, Kendall feels a trap closing in--and all clues that don't point to him point to his protector, Turner Scott.
Amber
Visit www.shapeshiftersinlust.com tonight!
Hi Folks, Debbie here. I want to let you know this is a great read! Amber has a quick and quirky wit that comes through loud and strong in her hero KT. The story is fast paced, poignant and at times, funny as hell and of course the sex sizzles.
He flees instead, accompanied by Turner Scott, heavily muscled star of his most personal fantasies. Only the flight turns into more of a kidnapping when Turn needs to buy time for his own mysterious activities.
When his ex turns up dead, then missing, then most definitely dead, Kendall feels a trap closing in--and all clues that don't point to him point to his protector, Turner Scott.
Amber
Visit www.shapeshiftersinlust.com tonight!
Hi Folks, Debbie here. I want to let you know this is a great read! Amber has a quick and quirky wit that comes through loud and strong in her hero KT. The story is fast paced, poignant and at times, funny as hell and of course the sex sizzles.
WRESTLING with LOVE by D. H. Starr (m/m, glbt, erotica)
Derek Thompson and Scott Thayer met
in high school. Facing challenges and overcoming obstacles that would
make lesser young men fold, they now have the chance to forge a life
together. As they enter college, they finally have the time and space to
discover each other sexually and give their virginity to each other.
However, in spite of the erotic thrill of exploration, there are still
challenges ahead, challenges that will test their love and devotion…
While Derek wants to live as an openly gay man, Scott wishes to maintain a degree of privacy. Not only that, but another freshman, Tyrell Jackson, becomes infatuated with Derek and wants Derek for his own. In the face of these threats to their burgeoning relationship, Derek and Scott are forced to look within themselves and make difficult decisions which will change both of their lives forever.
Is their relationship strong enough to bear the strain of balancing their needs as individuals and as a couple? The only way Derek and Scott will attain their ultimate reward is by finding the courage to face their fears. Will they rise to the challenge?
Wrestling with Love| Other books by D.H. Starr
Published By: Ai Press
ISBN # 9780983374701
Word Count: 113079
Heat Index *****
www.ai-press.net.
While Derek wants to live as an openly gay man, Scott wishes to maintain a degree of privacy. Not only that, but another freshman, Tyrell Jackson, becomes infatuated with Derek and wants Derek for his own. In the face of these threats to their burgeoning relationship, Derek and Scott are forced to look within themselves and make difficult decisions which will change both of their lives forever.
Is their relationship strong enough to bear the strain of balancing their needs as individuals and as a couple? The only way Derek and Scott will attain their ultimate reward is by finding the courage to face their fears. Will they rise to the challenge?
Wrestling with Love| Other books by D.H. Starr
Published By: Ai Press
ISBN # 9780983374701
Word Count: 113079
Heat Index *****
www.ai-press.net.
A Taste of Scarlet by Evanne Lorraine ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
A rare Omega werewolf with the gift of healing, Scarlet was traumatized as a teenager while held captive by a pack of rogue Alphas. The abuse shattered her connection with her inner bitch and left her with a severe Alpha-phobia. A broken wolf link put her out of the mating game. But determined to serve a pack in need of her healing, she searches for the legendary werewolf whisperer on the chance he can work the miracle she needs.
Once he roamed North America guiding the broken wolves back to wholeness, but Daniel nearly lost his humanity the last time he tracked a rogue. Escaping from the whisperer business, he spent months in his true werewolf form. Now he’s the lone wolf sheriff in sleepy Cedar Grove. He likes peace and quiet in his territory, same as any good law officer, and the new redhead in town is pure trouble.
Two seconds after they meet, she's disturbing the hell out of his peace. She’s a pack princess and he's not interested in a pack sanctioned mating. Been there, done that, and still paying through the nose for the mistake. Leaving her alone is the right choice, but he can't deny that she smells delicious.
Evanne has given us totally different spin on the werewolf legend. Lots of heat (pun intended) in this one boys and girls.
And the buy link:
http://www.loose-id.com/A-Taste-of-Scarlet.aspx
Once he roamed North America guiding the broken wolves back to wholeness, but Daniel nearly lost his humanity the last time he tracked a rogue. Escaping from the whisperer business, he spent months in his true werewolf form. Now he’s the lone wolf sheriff in sleepy Cedar Grove. He likes peace and quiet in his territory, same as any good law officer, and the new redhead in town is pure trouble.
Two seconds after they meet, she's disturbing the hell out of his peace. She’s a pack princess and he's not interested in a pack sanctioned mating. Been there, done that, and still paying through the nose for the mistake. Leaving her alone is the right choice, but he can't deny that she smells delicious.
Evanne has given us totally different spin on the werewolf legend. Lots of heat (pun intended) in this one boys and girls.
And the buy link:
http://www.loose-id.com/A-Taste-of-Scarlet.aspx
Sunday Awakening by KevaD ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
Another great novel by author KevaD! This story is the polar opposite of Out of the Closet. OOC was wet your pants funny, but Sunday Awakening is a moving and compelling story of Cheryl, the victim of abuse. This is her journey past fear into freedom and finally to love. KevaD weaves the tragic story masterfully and true to his character, Cheryl. It is a story of triumph and I cannot recommend it highly enough. This is a multifaceted author we will be reading a lot from in the future.
If the microwave hadn’t blown a fuse, she might not have killed him. But it had, and she did. Sundays are like that sometimes.
After stabbing her keeper to escape his abuse and her sex slave life, Cheryl faces the greatest decision of her twenty-six years: “Now what?” Only one thing has ever brought her comfort and a sense of freedom - - running. So she does.
On her journey to discover who she is, and where she came from, Cheryl happens upon a woman who puts her on board the modern-day Underground Railroad for abused women.
At each stop, each ‘depot,’ she encounters people who teach her love may not just exist in novels. But is love possible for someone who doesn’t know what it is?
Criminal Investigator Taylor Hughes reluctantly agrees to locate Cheryl and find her “home.” When Cheryl poisons him, Taylor realizes the hardest part of the trip may well be the day he has to leave her behind.
In the end, Cheryl and Taylor will learn “home” isn’t where they thought it was.
http://www.nobleromance.com/BrowseListing.aspx?author=116
If the microwave hadn’t blown a fuse, she might not have killed him. But it had, and she did. Sundays are like that sometimes.
After stabbing her keeper to escape his abuse and her sex slave life, Cheryl faces the greatest decision of her twenty-six years: “Now what?” Only one thing has ever brought her comfort and a sense of freedom - - running. So she does.
On her journey to discover who she is, and where she came from, Cheryl happens upon a woman who puts her on board the modern-day Underground Railroad for abused women.
At each stop, each ‘depot,’ she encounters people who teach her love may not just exist in novels. But is love possible for someone who doesn’t know what it is?
Criminal Investigator Taylor Hughes reluctantly agrees to locate Cheryl and find her “home.” When Cheryl poisons him, Taylor realizes the hardest part of the trip may well be the day he has to leave her behind.
In the end, Cheryl and Taylor will learn “home” isn’t where they thought it was.
http://www.nobleromance.com/BrowseListing.aspx?author=116
Happy Birthday Nancy Tobin by Lillian Grant
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Happy Birthday Nancy Tobin is a "coming of age" story, if, that age happens to be 40.
If you woke up on your 40th birthday to a half-naked twenty-six year old stud-muffin offering to light your candles, could you say no? Nancy Tobin can’t --and why would she want to?
Australian wife, mother and library clerk, Nancy Tobin, is about to celebrate her 40th birthday. Okay, so she doesn't feel like celebrating. Why would she? Depressed by her lackluster existence, a review of her life has her contemplating suicide and murder, not necessarily in that order. Married to a man who ignores her, has let himself go to pot and yet can't manage to keep it in his pants, she's stuck in a boring, dead-end job with a boss she hates, her only child away at University, even her dog is depressed, so what's so great about life? Can't get much worse, right? Wrong. Her husband decides to leave her for a younger, hotter model.
Enter Jake Turner, a handsome, young 20 something asking for the Karma Sudra. Determined to wring the hot, vibrant personality out of the sad librarian, he finds more woman than he could ever hope for.
Nancy doesn't know what to make of Jake's attentions, but as she lets herself explore the new life he promises is waiting for her, she finds not only the woman she wants to be, but the love and passion she never thought she'd feel, at least until her soon to be ex's return. Could she have made the same mistake twice or is this hot young stud really a birthday wish come true?
Author Lillian Grant weaves a touching and hilarious tale of a woman rediscovering herself and the passion that still burns within. I cannot recommend the book enough! ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ release date Sept. 28th
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Kudos Lillian, job well done! I predict many more hits in your future.
And a new review from The Romance Reviews!! 4 out of 5 stars!!
3 out of 3 people found the following review helpful Reviewed by Rho (reviewer) *****
[ Review Posted: Oct 19, 2010 ] - See all my reviews Nancy Tobin hates her life. Her husband is a nightmare, not to mention a cheater, her job makes her miserable, and to top it all off, she's about to turn 40. Just as she's contemplating the best way to end her misery, she meets sexy, young stud Jake Turner in all his hot twenty-six year old glory. Jake shows an interest in Nancy that she can't help but think is a joke. After all, she's fat and middle-aged. Why would this gorgeous young hunk be interested in her? However, Jake won't take no for an answer, and he's determined to show Nancy just how interested he is. But just when Nancy's life begins to show some promise, her world comes crashing down around her with some startling revelations. Can she trust her feelings or is fate just playing another cruel joke on her again?
This novel is not like most younger man/older woman books I've read. Nancy is seriously screwed up. Jake is mature beyond his years. They need each other. I enjoyed the way the relationship developed. And even though I knew pretty early on what the big reveal would be in the end, it didn't take away from me wanting to know how they would get there.
It was nice to see Nancy transition into a stronger woman over the course of the story. Some of the plot seemed a little far-fetched, but it kept me reading to find out what was going to happen next. The sex scenes were plentiful and erotic, and I seemed to like Nancy's character the best during those time because the reader really got a glimpse of the person she was really meant to be…uninhibited, full of life and passion. I must say that as much as Nancy frustrated me, I still wanted her happiness in the end. Although I wished the plot had been fleshed out a bit more, I felt that overall it was a fun read.
If you woke up on your 40th birthday to a half-naked twenty-six year old stud-muffin offering to light your candles, could you say no? Nancy Tobin can’t --and why would she want to?
Australian wife, mother and library clerk, Nancy Tobin, is about to celebrate her 40th birthday. Okay, so she doesn't feel like celebrating. Why would she? Depressed by her lackluster existence, a review of her life has her contemplating suicide and murder, not necessarily in that order. Married to a man who ignores her, has let himself go to pot and yet can't manage to keep it in his pants, she's stuck in a boring, dead-end job with a boss she hates, her only child away at University, even her dog is depressed, so what's so great about life? Can't get much worse, right? Wrong. Her husband decides to leave her for a younger, hotter model.
Enter Jake Turner, a handsome, young 20 something asking for the Karma Sudra. Determined to wring the hot, vibrant personality out of the sad librarian, he finds more woman than he could ever hope for.
Nancy doesn't know what to make of Jake's attentions, but as she lets herself explore the new life he promises is waiting for her, she finds not only the woman she wants to be, but the love and passion she never thought she'd feel, at least until her soon to be ex's return. Could she have made the same mistake twice or is this hot young stud really a birthday wish come true?
Author Lillian Grant weaves a touching and hilarious tale of a woman rediscovering herself and the passion that still burns within. I cannot recommend the book enough! ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ release date Sept. 28th
Buy Link
Kudos Lillian, job well done! I predict many more hits in your future.
And a new review from The Romance Reviews!! 4 out of 5 stars!!
3 out of 3 people found the following review helpful Reviewed by Rho (reviewer) *****
[ Review Posted: Oct 19, 2010 ] - See all my reviews Nancy Tobin hates her life. Her husband is a nightmare, not to mention a cheater, her job makes her miserable, and to top it all off, she's about to turn 40. Just as she's contemplating the best way to end her misery, she meets sexy, young stud Jake Turner in all his hot twenty-six year old glory. Jake shows an interest in Nancy that she can't help but think is a joke. After all, she's fat and middle-aged. Why would this gorgeous young hunk be interested in her? However, Jake won't take no for an answer, and he's determined to show Nancy just how interested he is. But just when Nancy's life begins to show some promise, her world comes crashing down around her with some startling revelations. Can she trust her feelings or is fate just playing another cruel joke on her again?
This novel is not like most younger man/older woman books I've read. Nancy is seriously screwed up. Jake is mature beyond his years. They need each other. I enjoyed the way the relationship developed. And even though I knew pretty early on what the big reveal would be in the end, it didn't take away from me wanting to know how they would get there.
It was nice to see Nancy transition into a stronger woman over the course of the story. Some of the plot seemed a little far-fetched, but it kept me reading to find out what was going to happen next. The sex scenes were plentiful and erotic, and I seemed to like Nancy's character the best during those time because the reader really got a glimpse of the person she was really meant to be…uninhibited, full of life and passion. I must say that as much as Nancy frustrated me, I still wanted her happiness in the end. Although I wished the plot had been fleshed out a bit more, I felt that overall it was a fun read.
Master of the Abyss ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
On the mountain, the watcher seeks out evil women. And then they die.
Two years ago, when Jake Hunt uncollared his slave, she committed suicide. Guilt-ridden, he will commit to a woman for one night only, devoting his energy to a mountain lodge that caters to a BDSM crowd.
Kallie Masterson is tough. Unwanted as a child, she worked hard to become a wilderness guide. She’s proud of who she is, and hurt that Jake frowns on her for acting like a man.
After rescuing the macho guide from a bar fight, Jake is stunned that the ugly men’s clothing hides a warm, responsive woman. A submissive woman. When guide business brings her to the lodge on BDSM night, and she is obviously aroused by the play, Jake takes the little sub right into his world of pain and pleasure. He warns her: one night only. But she responds so beautifully — so joyously — under his command, that one night soon becomes two, then three…
Then a missing hiker reminds Jake of his past lover, and he realizes he’s become too involved. He pulls back.
Meanwhile, the watcher on the mountain has rendered his verdict: Kallie Masterson is evil. The sentence: Death.
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Two years ago, when Jake Hunt uncollared his slave, she committed suicide. Guilt-ridden, he will commit to a woman for one night only, devoting his energy to a mountain lodge that caters to a BDSM crowd.
Kallie Masterson is tough. Unwanted as a child, she worked hard to become a wilderness guide. She’s proud of who she is, and hurt that Jake frowns on her for acting like a man.
After rescuing the macho guide from a bar fight, Jake is stunned that the ugly men’s clothing hides a warm, responsive woman. A submissive woman. When guide business brings her to the lodge on BDSM night, and she is obviously aroused by the play, Jake takes the little sub right into his world of pain and pleasure. He warns her: one night only. But she responds so beautifully — so joyously — under his command, that one night soon becomes two, then three…
Then a missing hiker reminds Jake of his past lover, and he realizes he’s become too involved. He pulls back.
Meanwhile, the watcher on the mountain has rendered his verdict: Kallie Masterson is evil. The sentence: Death.
If you would like to read the scorching hot excerpt go visit
Some Write It Hot
Run over and buy your copy of Master of the Abyss
Extra! Extra!
My critic group ERAuthors has a new group blog. Here you'll get to meet the writers, get to know a little about them, about their new and upcoming releases. You can read fun shorts, free reads and blog posts. Come visit and meet your favorite authors or those who soon will be.
Midnight Sun Review
This a review of Midnight Sun written by my friend and
fellow author: Ash Penn
Look for Ash's new e-book, "Stray", published by Loose Id
I really enjoyed the conversational tone you have going on with Connie. It reminds me in a way of Bridget Jones-kind of like chic lit but with vampires. And BTW, you are the first writer who has ever managed to persuade me that a ménage scene between a gay vampire and a straight vampire and a human girl, is a fantastic idea: D I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or not that all three didn’t get it on. I think in the end you did the right thing in keeping that sexual side of Connie and Raf’s relationship all about the blood. That is a fabulous relationship you have going on between Connie and Raf. A gay best friend who is actually active and not just there to provide a sounding board for the MC-I applaud you for that. Finally, someone who can write a gay best friend in the right way.
I can’t understand why this book hasn’t been snapped up. I’m completely baffled. It’s well written and most of all it’s original so why hasn’t anyone got this ear-marked as the next big thing? This is a vampire romance for grownups.
UNTOUCHED by Jerri Drennen adult content
Botanist Madeline Wentworth is relieved to be heading into the Amazon, far from the university and the vicious rumors circulating about her failed love affair. But on arriving in Peru, her team finds their guide dead with a small puncture wound to his neck. Waiting to replace him is Travis Kane, Amazon guide, treasure hunter, and superhunk. Mattie is instantly attracted but uncomfortably suspicious. When a member of her team falls ill and a similar puncture wound is found on his body, her suspicions deepen.
Travis has stuck with being a jungle guide for over ten years despite a run of unsavory clients. The rain forest is full of hidden ruins and undiscovered treasure, and he’s determined to find his share. But when his grandfather dies, leaving a letter boasting of Templar gold, he’s sure it's nothing more than an old man’s delusion. Everything changes when he finds his grandfather’s map. With high hopes, he leads Mattie’s team into the rain forest and finds himself overwhelmed by the beautiful blond. When the group is attacked and has to fight its way out of the jungle, Travis discovers something more precious than gold--the love of a woman who’s made him want to be a better man.
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Travis has stuck with being a jungle guide for over ten years despite a run of unsavory clients. The rain forest is full of hidden ruins and undiscovered treasure, and he’s determined to find his share. But when his grandfather dies, leaving a letter boasting of Templar gold, he’s sure it's nothing more than an old man’s delusion. Everything changes when he finds his grandfather’s map. With high hopes, he leads Mattie’s team into the rain forest and finds himself overwhelmed by the beautiful blond. When the group is attacked and has to fight its way out of the jungle, Travis discovers something more precious than gold--the love of a woman who’s made him want to be a better man.
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The Starlight Rite by Cherise Sinclair (smokin'!)
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First let me say Cherise is well known for her BDSM. She writes red hot doms, just right heroines with real issues and smokin' hot sex. What's not to love? But despite the heat, there is always a story to touch your heart. She makes her characters real for the reader. When they despair, so do you, when they have hot sex, she puts you in the driver's seat...or maybe not, depending on who you are and where you want to be. Having said that, yes, I am a fan girl, Cherise's first foray into Sci-fi does not disappoint. She uses her skill as a writer to build a world, indeed, a universe where Earth has undergone a sexual revolution. Sex for propagation only. No wonder colonists seek new planets to dwell on! Beam me up Scotty! I'd be on the first shuttle.
These frontier worlds are not without their problems and on Nexus, solar storms cause infertility and the clans tend to breed for specific character traits which results in far too much inbreeding. The human birthrate is on the decline. But the Gods and Goddesses of that world have taken a hand in the perpetuation of the species. Each year The Starlight Rite is observed where every able bodied man and woman are bid by the goddess to breed and replenish the bloodlines.
Her voice known to all, her face to few, Milla is on the run from a stalker. Escaping from Earth in fear, she arrives on Nexus only to find she is fleeing from someone far more cunning than a crazed stalker, her husband. When her ship and crew are destroyed she manages to escape and must do what she can to survive on this strange world with even stranger customs. Left to fend for herself, a theft gone wrong ends with her capture and auction as a sex slave to the very man she set out to rob. How was she to know he was the head of planetary security?
Dane doesn't know what to make of the lush little thief. She brings out his protective instincts. His clan is known for their dominance and their large hard bodies, so very different from the little Earther's soft body and round curves. She is hiding something and he plans to find out all her secrets in the days and nights of her service as his sex slave.
As her passions are uncovered one by one at the skilled hands of Dain she finds emotions she never knew existed. How can a man so hard be so tender? But can any man be trusted? When her husband arrives on planet to settle her affairs, everything she thought she had learned, everyone she thought she could trust, becomes suspect. Can Dane save her from herself before it is too late?
Buy The Starlight Rite by Cherise Sinclair from www.looseid.com today and find out for yourself. *****
These frontier worlds are not without their problems and on Nexus, solar storms cause infertility and the clans tend to breed for specific character traits which results in far too much inbreeding. The human birthrate is on the decline. But the Gods and Goddesses of that world have taken a hand in the perpetuation of the species. Each year The Starlight Rite is observed where every able bodied man and woman are bid by the goddess to breed and replenish the bloodlines.
Her voice known to all, her face to few, Milla is on the run from a stalker. Escaping from Earth in fear, she arrives on Nexus only to find she is fleeing from someone far more cunning than a crazed stalker, her husband. When her ship and crew are destroyed she manages to escape and must do what she can to survive on this strange world with even stranger customs. Left to fend for herself, a theft gone wrong ends with her capture and auction as a sex slave to the very man she set out to rob. How was she to know he was the head of planetary security?
Dane doesn't know what to make of the lush little thief. She brings out his protective instincts. His clan is known for their dominance and their large hard bodies, so very different from the little Earther's soft body and round curves. She is hiding something and he plans to find out all her secrets in the days and nights of her service as his sex slave.
As her passions are uncovered one by one at the skilled hands of Dain she finds emotions she never knew existed. How can a man so hard be so tender? But can any man be trusted? When her husband arrives on planet to settle her affairs, everything she thought she had learned, everyone she thought she could trust, becomes suspect. Can Dane save her from herself before it is too late?
Buy The Starlight Rite by Cherise Sinclair from www.looseid.com today and find out for yourself. *****
The Dom's Dungeon by Cherise Sinclair (smokin'!)~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~ ~"~
An innocent house exchange. Simple right? Unless it's written by Cherise. Alex has a business meeting in Iowa and MacKensie is job hunting in Seattle, so via an online exchange they agree to trade houses. Alex's palatial estate complete with hot tub and "game room" is way more than Mac expected. The guy must be nuts to trade with her, but anyone who would take in a dog like Butler, couldn't be completely insane. Besides, everyone has their dark side, even a veterinarian like her. After breaking into the one locked door forbidden to her, and discovering a dungeon equipped with all sorts of BDSM paraphernalia, Mac is even more curious about Alex Fontaine.
Alex saves the elderly lady's purse, subdues the bad guy, gets knifed and misses his plane in the bargain. Resigned to share the house with the young veterinarian if necessary he returns home to find not only has she arrived but she has availed herself of the facilities. What's a dom to do when he finds a wayward sub, bare ass up over a spanking bench?
Read the book, you'll find out :) available at www.looseid.com The Dom's Dungeon by Cherise Sinclair.*****
Alex saves the elderly lady's purse, subdues the bad guy, gets knifed and misses his plane in the bargain. Resigned to share the house with the young veterinarian if necessary he returns home to find not only has she arrived but she has availed herself of the facilities. What's a dom to do when he finds a wayward sub, bare ass up over a spanking bench?
Read the book, you'll find out :) available at www.looseid.com The Dom's Dungeon by Cherise Sinclair.*****
Stray by Ash Penn The heat rating is smokin' 18 or older please.
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First, let me say Ash is a friend and a critique partner from my group ERAuthors and none of that has any bearing on my review of her new Novel published by Loose Id. Stray GLBT
( http://www.loose-id.com/Stray.aspx). You can read more about Ash on the ERA group blog Some Write it Hot. One more disclaimer, this is the first time I have written a review.
Terry and Marc have been friends since they were kids, specifically when Marc saved Terry's butt, literally, now adults ( not so sure of Terry) they are platonic housemates. Terry would like to change that. He's seen Marc through a lot of rough times and many relationships, that all ended badly. Marc's last serious relationship, with his therapist, is over and Terry steadfastly plans to pick up the pieces of Marc's broken heart, at last having Marc all to himself. At least until he comes home to find Marc has brought home a stray in the form of a golden haired, angelic waif, Dan.
Determined to prove Dan is only using Marc, Terry allows himself to succumb to Dan's considerable charms-- again and again, telling himself all the while he is doing it for Marc's own good. Did I mention Terry is a serial slut? So, as Terry vies for Marc's affection, Dans seeks Terry's and Marc seeks Dan's.
I found Terry a lovable jerk who did all the wrong things for the right reasons redeeming himself in the end.
The story is told through Terry's eyes and is hilarious at times while poignant at others. Stray is wonderfully written and boldly told with true British flair.
Put it on your must read list! ****
Kudos To Ash Penn on her debut. www.ashpenn.net
Where is my sequel?
( http://www.loose-id.com/Stray.aspx). You can read more about Ash on the ERA group blog Some Write it Hot. One more disclaimer, this is the first time I have written a review.
Terry and Marc have been friends since they were kids, specifically when Marc saved Terry's butt, literally, now adults ( not so sure of Terry) they are platonic housemates. Terry would like to change that. He's seen Marc through a lot of rough times and many relationships, that all ended badly. Marc's last serious relationship, with his therapist, is over and Terry steadfastly plans to pick up the pieces of Marc's broken heart, at last having Marc all to himself. At least until he comes home to find Marc has brought home a stray in the form of a golden haired, angelic waif, Dan.
Determined to prove Dan is only using Marc, Terry allows himself to succumb to Dan's considerable charms-- again and again, telling himself all the while he is doing it for Marc's own good. Did I mention Terry is a serial slut? So, as Terry vies for Marc's affection, Dans seeks Terry's and Marc seeks Dan's.
I found Terry a lovable jerk who did all the wrong things for the right reasons redeeming himself in the end.
The story is told through Terry's eyes and is hilarious at times while poignant at others. Stray is wonderfully written and boldly told with true British flair.
Put it on your must read list! ****
Kudos To Ash Penn on her debut. www.ashpenn.net
Where is my sequel?
His Brother's Keeper by Ali Katz (Smokin') 18 or older
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Available now from Loose Id (GLBT)
I have been waiting for this book! I had the privilege of critiquing it early on and was hooked. The story is touching and real, the characterization, wonderful.
The chemistry between Jess and Sal is perfect, the sex, hot and steamy, Ali makes you feel the emotion. These guys are partners in the truest sense. Still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship until Jess's brother enters the picture. Teddy has run away from the abusive father he could never please. Rescued from the streets by Sal and Jess, he tries to figure out just who he is. The honeymoon is over, can the couple arrange their lives around Teddy, the broken third wheel, and make a family?
This story deals with abuse, teen depression, homophobia and bigotry with truth and compassion. Teddy is written to perfection.
In my opinion, this is Ali Katz at her finest. Read His Brother's Keeper, you won't be sorry. *****
I have been waiting for this book! I had the privilege of critiquing it early on and was hooked. The story is touching and real, the characterization, wonderful.
The chemistry between Jess and Sal is perfect, the sex, hot and steamy, Ali makes you feel the emotion. These guys are partners in the truest sense. Still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship until Jess's brother enters the picture. Teddy has run away from the abusive father he could never please. Rescued from the streets by Sal and Jess, he tries to figure out just who he is. The honeymoon is over, can the couple arrange their lives around Teddy, the broken third wheel, and make a family?
This story deals with abuse, teen depression, homophobia and bigotry with truth and compassion. Teddy is written to perfection.
In my opinion, this is Ali Katz at her finest. Read His Brother's Keeper, you won't be sorry. *****
