Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Picture of Dorian Gray in Quotes and Nudes (BLITZ)

Book Title: The Picture of Dorian Gray in Quotes and Nudes
Edited By: Isis Sousa, Clare Diston, Celine Frohn
Quotes By: Oscar Wilde (from the Gothic Classic “The Picture of Dorian Gray”
Illustrated By: Isis Sousa
Genre: Art Book, Coffee-Table Book, Gothic
Publisher: Tragic Books, with license from CMG Worldwide
Release Date: 24th October 2016
Editions: Limited Edition of 150 Paperback + 150 Copies Hardcover!
“…The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.” - Oscar Wilde
This book is the physical translation of that very philosophical thought.
We invite you to admire the beauty, strength and disturbing nature of Oscar Wilde’s written art in his Gothic masterpiece The Picture of Dorian Gray.
You can feed your soul’s vanity and hunger for alluring words and images with this delightful selection of over sixty quotes and twenty fine nude paintings.
A necessity: such is The Picture of Dorian Gray in Quotes and Nudes, a little obscure treasure for art and book collectors alike.
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Sunday, October 23, 2016

Eyes Only for You by: Andrew Grey w/ Giveaway

Title: Eyes Only for You
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Eyes of Love Series (Book 2)
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Oct 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Marcello Bagnini has a history of falling for the wrong men, and it seems he’s done it again. Working out at the gym with his straight friend Jerry is becoming harder by the day—in more ways than one. Worse yet, Jerry isn’t the only one who notices Marcello’s wandering eyes. So instead of risking his friendship with Jerry and alienating the other guys at the gym, Marcello keeps his feelings to himself.
Real estate agent Jerry Foland has never explored his interest in other men, but there’s something different about Marcello, and Jerry’s starting to think he might like to see where his attraction could lead. However, Jerry’s controlling father makes it clear that it’s either stay on the straight and narrow or Jerry can say good-bye to his family.
As much as they try to stay away from each other, their lives overlap, both at the gym and when Jerry is contracted to sell the home of one of Marcello’s friends. Friendship grows into more, but Jerry’s father has his own agenda, and it doesn’t include having a gay son.

“Ronnie always was driven that way,” Jerry agreed. “What do you do, withhold it?”
Clay chuckled. “I blow his mind, and then he doesn’t have enough energy to think about a goddamned thing. He says that stops the wheels in his head from spinning. I know it’s the one way to get him to be quiet and lie still for a few hours. It’s a challenge, but one I’m usually up for.”
Jerry groaned again, probably from the gay sex talk.
“Sorry, man,” Clay added to Jerry, who shrugged.
“So what’s it like with him? I’d think it would be hard to deal 24/7.”
“The thing is, it’s all part of who he is. We’re working on his filter and the things he says. Ronnie is an open-minded person, but you’d never know by what he says. And most of it is for effect. He needs constant attention, or thinks he does.”
“I have noticed that he’s less outrageous than he used to be,” Jerry said. “Especially when it comes to women. How did you do it?” Jerry asked, settling back, the water rising to just around his pert, flat, suckable nipples. Marcello closed his eyes to try to cut off his thoughts.
“I used my phone and recorded three days’ worth of what he said and then played it back for him one night. He didn’t believe me at first, but hearing it was a shock. I don’t want to change his personality—it’s part of what I love about him—but the hurtful speech was getting out of control. He only needed to hear himself, and that pretty much took care of it.” Clay seemed pleased with himself. “Ronnie is still an amazing man, and I think I love him even more for trying to change.”
“Are you traveling any time soon?” Jerry asked.
Marcello had just made tentative plans. “I’m going back to Italy next spring, I hope. My grandparents live outside Venice, and I’m going back to visit them. This time without my parents.”
“They cramp your style?” Jerry asked with a smirk.
“I try not to let them.” He sighed. “My parents are very traditional, and they don’t understand the whole gay thing. I told them, and they acted like they didn’t hear me at all. They never talk about it and don’t want to know about my life. The last time I visited, they invited some friends over each night, and they all had daughters who were single and about my age.” He caught Jerry’s eye.
“My mom has done that. She wants grandchildren and isn’t above trying to prime the pump, as she says.” Jerry got out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub to cool off.
Marcello had to control himself so he could look at Jerry without appearing to stare. “When I wasn’t interested, they got upset with me. It was pretty bad, and we ended up fighting about it. I tried to explain to them how I felt, but they didn’t want to listen. My grandmother doesn’t speak much English, but she understood perfectly. My Italian isn’t great, but I know my grandmother cares for me no matter what. She even said that if I meet a ‘nice young man,’ that I’m supposed to bring him to meet her. Sometimes it’s hard to believe she gave birth to my mother.” Just talking about all that made his anger rise hard and fast. He hated that his parents wouldn’t face reality or accept him for who he was. They had even refused to listen to his grandmother, telling her it was only a phase or some such crap. Marcello sat next to Jerry on the edge of the hot tub but wasn’t comfortable.
“You know it isn’t your fault that your parents don’t listen. It happens, but you have to know it isn’t your fault in the least,” Clay said.
“I know,” Marcello said, then turned to Jerry when he started speaking.
“Honestly, I think you got off lucky. At least they still see you. So they’re in denial—there are worse things. My God, one of my cousins came out to the family that she’s lesbian years ago. She and her partner have a baby together, and at the last family reunion, my father sat next to her and asked if she just hadn’t found the right man yet.” Jerry climbed the rest of the way out of the whirlpool. “I’ll see you guys inside.” He grabbed his towel and headed off toward the locker room.
Clay shook his head. “Wow. That got really serious.”
Marcello agreed and watched as Jerry left while trying not to appear like he was looking.

Character Name: Jerry

1  Physically Strong

2  Searching for belonging

3  Tough exterior hides a softer core

4  Driven

5  Caring

6  Willing to look below the surface

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Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.
Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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Friday, September 30, 2016

Enlightenment by: Liz Keel w/ Interview & Review

Title: Enlightenment
Author: Liz Keel
Series: The Driel Trilogy (Book 1)
Genre: Upper YA/Fantasy with SciFi Elements
Release Date: April 18 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print (1st Edition)
Page Count: 190 (Approximately)

After losing everything, all seventeen-year-old Thea wanted was to be a normal teenager. Instead, she was attacked by a mysterious creature she thought only existed in fairy tales. Now thrown into the unknown realm of Faey, Thea is forced to determine the difference between reality and fantasy, in a world ruled by a dark elite and a society wracked by intolerance and prejudice.
With the support of her new friends and a mysterious dark haired, blue-eyed guardian watching her every move, Thea will discover that when it comes to Faey, nothing is what it seems. Will her courage and desire to save this new world from darkness be enough? Or will Thea be the next victim to fall to the dark whispers of fate...

The twins and I walked over to our archery class together. As this was my first class, I was a little apprehensive, yet excited at the same time. Apparently using a bow and arrow was something every Elf learned and all are accomplished in this as we’d been gifted with this skill from the goddess Elebrin. It was therefore one of the oldest types of weaponry Elves used, Isaac had told me. Because I had come into this type of training much later than everyone else, it was Janin who had the task of getting me caught up with the others.
“As magic flows through you and into your arrow, you will need to harness that energy as well as your instinct as an Elf, to get the arrow to fall on the intended target. There are obviously other things you need to take into consideration when aiming such as the wind, humidity and temperature, which you can feel by just closing your eyes. Imagine the arrowhead piercing your target,” he finished unhelpfully.
On seeing my exasperated face, Bay chipped in with another bit of advice. “The arrows you will be using are footed arrows. They contain two types of wood found in the Forest of Arlain so they’ll be lighter and more flexible for you to use. You’ll be fine.”
Wanting to prove myself, I focused on one of the targets the professor had set up for practice, which was about a hundred yards away. After concentrating for a couple of minutes, I let my body relax and cleared my mind as Janin had suggested. As my breathing slowed, I felt my magic begin to surface and pushed it down through my arm and into the arrow I had poised. The only way I can describe the feeling was that it was as if the magic was being pulled taut within me and was about to snap. At that exact moment I pictured the target in my mind, took a couple of deep breaths and released the arrow, praying I would be vaguely near the target.

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Saturday, September 24, 2016

Between Breaths by: Alexa Padgett w/ Interview

Title: Between Breaths
Author: Alexa Padgett
Series: Seattle Sound Series (Book 2)
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: TBA
Edition/Formations: eBook & Print
Grief brought them together
A hospice center is no place to fall in lust. But with his world cracking during his estranged mother’s last days, Hayden Crewe needs something sweet to focus on. It doesn’t matter that he’s the backbone of Australia’s hottest international rock group—here, watching his mother die, he’s more alone than ever. So when he meets long-legged, clear-minded Briar Moore, he suddenly knows exactly what will fill the hole inside.
Fortune will drag them apart
Briar has just escaped a job and relationship that nearly crushed her. Crawling out of the wreckage of her previous life, she’s done playing it safe. Sexy, vibrant Hayden is what she wants, and Briar is going to take him.  For as long as she can…
Out of heartbreak comes hope
With their time short and the ghosts of their pasts haunting every moment, Briar and Hayden know they’ve fallen too deep. While those few, intense days changed them both forever, everyone knows a connection this intense should burn out as fast as it ignited…

She winced as the brush caught in her hair. I plucked the brush from her hand, falling victim to an overwhelming need to squeeze each gram of enjoyment from our time together. Maybe the expiration date on our time together made each moment special.
I led her toward the big picture windows with great views of the sound. She glanced at me over her shoulder, and I pressed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. She inhaled, her body melting back into mine. Liked that, she did.
I grinned as I adjusted my grip on her. Taking my time, I placed more small kisses there.
She hummed deep in her throat, and I cupped her cheek. Pressing my lips to hers, I waited a heartbeat for her to part her lips. She did, and I slid my tongue into her mouth, lapping up her taste and fanning the flames of desire between us in long, lazy swipes of my tongue.
She moaned and struggled to turn fully into my arms. Blood pumping hot and thick through my veins, I stepped back and turned her until she once again faced the window. Lifting the brush, I swept it through her wet hair, letting it pull to the ends. Briar released a breath and relaxed.
“Mmm. You’re good at brushing my hair.”
I smiled at the slightly ragged quality of her voice.
“I’ve never done this before.” I paused, hesitant to reveal too much of myself. But this was Briar. We were in a space that no one could enter. So I said, “Hair brushing or courting a woman. Never wanted to.”
She turned her head a little, and I let the brush hover over her. Her blue eyes were dark. Her lips parted, a little swollen from my kiss. Her cheeks bloomed with soft pink color.
“I like firsts with you, Hayden.”

Friday, September 23, 2016

Can't Live Without You by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway

Title: Can’t Live Without You  
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Sept 12 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Justin Hawthorne worked hard to realize his silver-screen dreams, making his way from small-town Pennsylvania to Hollywood and success. But it hasn’t come without sacrifice. When Justin’s father kicked him out for being gay, George Miller’s family offered to take him in, but circumstances prevented it. Now Justin is back in town and has come face to face with George, the man he left without so much as a good-bye… and the man he’s never stopped loving.
Justin’s disappearance hit George hard, but he’s made a life for himself as a home nurse and finds fulfillment in helping others. When he sees Justin again, George realizes the hole in his heart never mended, and he isn’t the only one in need of healing. Justin needs time out of the public eye to find himself again, and George and his mother cannot turn him away. As they stay together in George’s home, old feelings are rekindled. Is a second chance possible when everything George cares about is in Pennsylvania and Justin must return to his career in California? First they’ll have to deal with the reason for Justin’s abrupt departure all those years ago.

“So you made it big and you never looked back,” George said to Justin.
“I worked hard and got lucky. But it’s hard not to look back.” Justin talked softly, and George noticed that a lot of heads were turned their way. “There are people I have missed since the day I left.”
George didn’t dare hope that he was one of them. His heart did a little leap anyway, and he looked down at the table and began eating once again.
“Mr. Hawthorne, would it be okay if I got your autograph?” a teenage girl asked as she came to stand next to the table. She held out a small notebook in shaking hands. George watched as Justin took it from her.
“Of course. What’s your name?”
“Carrie,” she answered softly, and Justin signed the autograph. “I heard you grew up here.”
“Yes. I used to come into this diner with George here when he and I were about your age.” He smiled at her as he handed back the book.
“I just love your movies,” she told him, clutching the notebook like it was a precious object.
“Thank you. Are you still in high school?”
She nodded. “Tenth grade. I’m in the drama club, and we’re trying to raise money for our winter production.” She looked over toward a table and then back at Justin. “We’re selling candy bars.”
“How much are they?” Justin asked.
“Two dollars,” she answered.
“Here.” Justin pulled out his wallet and handed the girl a fifty-dollar bill. “I’ll buy one, and you keep the change to help with the production, okay?” She took the bill and raced back to the table, then brought Justin his candy bar. “Thank you.” He took it gently and shook her hand. Then the girl half floated back to her table, and Justin returned to his lunch as though nothing had happened.
“That was incredibly nice,” George said.
“Justin is always nice,” Ethan said. “He always has been. That was part of what attracted me and why I wanted to help him. If someone didn’t look out for him, he was going to be chewed up and spat out by the sharks.”
George nodded slowly. “Have you thought about where you’re going to stay?”
“We stayed at a hotel last night, but we haven’t given any thought beyond that. I wasn’t sure what I was going to be walking into, so we didn’t make any plans. If I had to, I figured we could go back to Baltimore, stay there, and fly home.”
Obviously Justin hadn’t been expecting any sort of welcome in his hometown. As much as George had wished for years that Justin had stayed with him, he had to admit that, at the time, there had been little here for him. Maybe leaving had been Justin’s only choice. It seemed to have worked out for him, but it most definitely had left footprints on George’s heart.
“Has there been anyone else?” George asked, no longer able to hold off asking what he really wanted to know. He wanted to know if Ethan and Justin were a couple. It was hard for him to tell by the way they acted. They were close; that was obvious. But Justin had introduced Ethan as a friend.
Justin leaned over the table, and a tingle of electricity went up George’s back. He wanted him to lean far enough that George could meet him and find out if the way he kissed had changed or if his lips tasted the way he remembered. George swallowed, parting his lips slightly.
“If you’re asking if Ethan and I are lovers, then no. We never have been. I’ve dated a little. But mostly I’ve worked and worked. Guys don’t want someone who’s on set for three months at a time.”
George met Justin’s piercing gaze.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance by: Pauline West w/ Interview

Title: Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance
Author: Pauline West
Series: Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance (Book 1)
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: June 23 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook

A bold and independent free spirit from the foster system of small town South Carolina, Lily is a survivor with skeletons in her closet. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And a spoiled rich playboy is not part of her plan- but Ry is irresistible.
The bad boy heir to the Calhoun fortune, Ry is a notorious Lowcountry playboy who's never met a challenge like gorgeous Lily Inoue.
How can someone so wrong feel exactly right?

I fitted my leg around Ry’s so that there was nothing between us but my panties and his linen pants, and he kissed me so savagely it sucked the air from my chest. 
Oh, I wanted him deep inside me. 
“I want to get on my knees for you,” Ry said, and everything in me tightened at the cultured, raspy purr of his voice.
“I think I’d like to see you on your knees,” I said, my voice raw and strange. 
Ry, paused, smiling, his eyes slitted with lust.  He kissed me differently then, with slow, lush slides of his tongue that made me ache to feel his mouth between my legs.    
His fingers curved roughly down around the front of my thigh, pushing the silky fabric of my dress up as he hunted towards my panties, lingering at the hem teasingly.  His eyes danced, watching mine, as I moaned.  My hips curled towards his and I felt the tips of his fingers slip beneath my panties.
I was the wettest I’d been in all my life, as if the whole center of me had melted into hot, silky lava.  I cried out, pressing into his touch, plunging Ry’s fingers deep inside me, and he began to stroke with searing accuracy, the expression on his face both hot and tender. 
“Ohhh,” I said, hanging from his sweet mouth.  I stared up at the stars, crying out as their light slurred down over us. 
I felt a fullness in me beginning to build, felt myself dizzily falling back, but Ry caught me in his other arm, propping me there against the wall as he drove his fingers into me again and again, rhythmic, relentless.  His knuckles bit perfectly into my clit as he worked the tiny apple of sensitive flesh inside me.  I almost screamed, feeling my orgasm flood forwards.
“You want to come for me?” Ry murmured, pressing his face into my hair possessively.  I bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries.  This sweet, layered agony-
“I want to come for you,” I gasped, “Please, please.”
“Come for me, Lily,” Ry said, pressing himself close as his fingers continued to work inside me, and I let the sensation crash through the gates of me, washing through again and again as I fell bonelessly against him, jerking a little with the aftershocks.
Ry smiled wolfishly, his eyes pale in the moonlight, their contrast delicious beneath his dark tan, his dark eyebrows.  I thrilled again at how little there was between us, even as it terrified me how helplessly I’d fallen for him.  I threw my arms around Ry’s neck, burying my face in his soft hair, locking my legs around his waist. 
“You could make me do anything you want,” I said, softly. 
He pinned me back against the wall again, his eyes shining.  The fullness of his cock against me sent another shockwave through my body, and I leaned back, shivering with his touch, looking up at him. 
“I’m drunk with you,” I whispered. 
Ry began to grind into me, moaning in a low, strangled voice that made all the hair on my body lift with arousal.  We kissed again so hungrily I thought we’d slide down and fuck there on the rough cobble stones.
But he put me down gently and led me by the hand through the gate.  I followed, tugging my dress down.  We were laughing soundlessly again, still a little breathless, and when we stopped at the door, Ry held his hand to his face and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of me on his hand.   
His eyes rolled slightly with pleasure, and then he bumped open the door with his hip, tugging me inside.
The silence of the house instantly folded around us.  It felt different to kiss him there, in that unfamiliar dark.  Ry lifted me off my feet against him and then sat me onto the kitchen counter, burying his face against my breasts.  He squeezed my breasts savagely, until they began to feel heavy and swollen.  Then he bit and sucked at my nipples through the wet silk of my dress. 
The hot darts of pain made me hiss with lust.
“I need to make you come again, Lily,” he said, his hands forcing insistently between my thighs.
“I can’t, I can’t so soon,” I said, trying to close my legs, but he forced them apart with a strength that just rode the edge of violence.  Ry sank his face into me hungrily, taking my hips firmly into his hands, the pressure from his fingers spreading my flesh so that the center of me was all the more bared to him as he opened his mouth against me. 
I gasped, so slippery wet that I was soaked all down my thighs, my body begging to sheath him even as it couldn’t take any more arousal.  My senses were so exquisitely tortured that I was afraid I’d pee on his lovely, hard-sculptured face. 
But Ry’s tongue began to work in expert, slow circles against my clit.  One of his hands found its way warmly between my thighs, drawing me tight, stretching me raw.  I bucked against his face, my hands clawing at the counter. 
“Please please no,” I said, “I can’t, I can’t take this-”
Ry held me steady, the hot, hard velvet of his tongue relentless against my swollen achy flesh, his eyes locking on mine greedily.  My nerves sizzled raw.  I felt microscopic shooting stars race up the insides of my thighs as he stroked at me continually, restlessly, brinking me to orgasm, letting me slide back down again.  I was panting with lust, both our bodies misted wet with sweat.  I could see droplets of it on my bared thighs, on the backs of his forearms, his neck. 
Ry’s eyes glinted mischievously; he knew exactly what he was doing to me. 
That turned me on all the more, even as it made me wildly jealous to know all the women he must have perfected his skills on.  Every dial on my body was cranked farther than I’d ever dreamed I could go.  The bliss of it was tortuous, unending.  With every raw swirl of my nerves, I felt myself sucked all the deeper into his orbit, losing any control I’d ever imagined I’d had.
And then finally, Ry Calhoun decided to let me come.  He sucked me up to the precipice of orgasm again, but this time dropped me over the edge with a hard lick.  He stuck his tongue inside me as I came in a long, rolling orgasm around him.
“Oh god, oh god-”  My cries were animal now, my body so wet that I slid on the counter.  Ry dug further into me, his fingers opening me deeply.  The effect was shattering.  I lost my mind, bucking wildly, and almost blacked out with pleasure.  He lifted my legs up onto the counter so I was securely supported as I pulsed hard and then began to sob, utterly released. 
Ry moved his face back and forth as light as a butterfly on my thighs, tracing up my electrically lit body with his mouth, pausing gently at my tortured breasts, and then again at my lips. 
As I curled inwards, he leaned over me, kissing me sweetly while I sobbed with relief, the gentleness of his kisses smoothing my ragged sense while his hands continued to stroke me lightly.  After a moment, he pulled back, biting his lips, as if tasting me again.  I looked up at him, too limp to move or speak.  
“Now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you to death.”
I couldn’t even speak English anymore. 
I shook my head, trying to move away from him and his vampiric ecstasy.  But even as I was overcome, I still felt a clawing, insatiable need for his body.  Ry was like some unnameable drug; I was hopelessly addicted. 
He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the tight cut of his abdominals and upper arms.  The immediate bolt of lust I felt for his touch drove home how much he already owned me.  Ry tossed his shirt to one side, pulling me by one leg open to him again, and undid his pants. 
His cock was enormous.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t walk,” Ry said, darkly, pulling me into him like a slack doll.  “You’ll have to stay here with me.  Then I’m gonna nail you all morning...”  His mouth on mine was like hot stone, and I couldn’t resist kissing him back, feeling myself heat up for him all over again as he slid me down to his cock.  He ran his thumb inside me again, drawing my skin taut so savagely that I cried out and fell against him, raw and exquisitely stretched.
I throbbed with grinding lust, pulling myself upright again. 
“Come fuck me.”
Ry drove himself inside me with a force that made me see stars, fitting his mouth over mine in one of his hungry, soul-sucking kisses, and I wanted all of it; I wanted him to batter me loose, fuck me to death, I didn’t care. 
It felt so good that I couldn’t feel anything of myself anymore except a sheer, shooting, bodiless pleasure. 
Our bodies were both drenched now, and it felt so good to clutch his hard, naked skin, to see the flash of his tattoo under my hand as I rode his thick cock to Kingdom Come.  I let my head fall back, wanging it hard on the cupboards, but it didn’t matter.  Nothing mattered except-
I heard someone clear his throat in the doorway.
My eyes snapped open.
            Silhouetted in the dim light from the street, an old man stood in the kitchen doorway.  He was coolly drinking a cup of tea, his robe loosely belted so I could see the crisp white hair on his chest; his face was craggy and seamed from a lifetime of too much sun and rich food. 
Even though his thick white hair was crazed on one side, as if he’d been unable to sleep and now was wandering aimlessly around the mansion, I recognized his face from the oil portrait I’d seen the day before.
Mr. Calhoun.
He was watching us as if we were stray dogs he’d caught fucking in his house for the thirtieth time.  “Christ, another one?” Mr. Calhoun said, finally.  He went back out into the hallway. 
            Another one.
            What did I expect? 
But my heart sank through the floor and dissolved.  I was humiliated.
I’d been more emotionally exposed than I’d ever felt in my life- and just as suddenly, all the new flowerings in me folded up and died off. 
I shoved Ry away, trying to cover myself with the damp ruins of my dress.  But Ry had already half-turned, zipping up his pants hastily in a way that filled me with disgust. 
“Dad-!” Ry said, rushing after him.  Then, torn, he whirled in the doorway, heading back towards me.  “Lily, wait here.  Dad!”
But I was already out the door.
Ry chased me outside.  “Please, please, you don’t understand.  He didn’t mean it like it sounded-”
            I was crying, and furious with myself for crying.  “I do, I understand you perfectly.  You just want-you just wanted to get laid.”
            Ry tried to kiss me, to take me into his arms.  I wouldn’t let him. 
“Baby, don’t you remember any of the things we’ve said?  How I’ve made you feel?” Ry said.  “I know you feel this, too, I know you do, I could feel it.  Everything in you answers everything in me, Lily.  You keep forgetting all of that whenever something-”
            “Bullshit!  I can’t believe anything you say!  I can’t believe any of this; I don’t know who the fuck you are- why are you being so fucking nice to me, anyway?  I don’t like people doing things for me, remember?  You know why?  Because I can’t fucking trust anybody!  I don’t trust you, I can’t, I won’t!” 
Somehow, I was screaming.
            “Lily, enough!”  His voice cracked my name like a pistol shot.  I felt my body respond to the command in his voice, instantly hating myself for it.
            “Don’t.  Just don’t.  All right?” I said.
            “At least let me walk you to your-”
“Don’t fucking touch me.  I don’t want you to follow me, I don’t want you to touch me.  Leave me alone!” 
I ran into the dark. 
I drove home with all my windows down, needing air in my face. 
Cold, clean air.  Hungry black air.  Anything to wash away the electricity, the unrelenting connection that still remained like an unbroken thread between me and Ry Calhoun.  No matter how far away I was from him.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Turning the Page by Andrew Grey w/ Creative Guest Post & Giveaway

Title: Turning the Page  
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Aug 19 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Malcolm Webber is still grieving the loss of his partner of twenty years to cancer. He’s buried his mind and feelings in his legal work and isn’t looking for another relationship. He isn’t expecting to feel such a strong attraction when he meets Hans Erickson—especially since the man is quite a bit younger than him.
Hans is an adventure writer with an exciting lifestyle to match. When he needs a tax attorney to straighten out an error with the IRS, he ends up on the other side of the handsome Malcolm’s desk. The heat between them is undeniable, but business has to come first. When it’s concluded, Hans leaps on the chance to make his move.
Malcolm isn’t sure he’s ready for the next chapter in his life. Hans is so young and active that Malcolm worries he won’t be able to hold his interest for long. Just when he’s convinced himself to take the risk and turn the page, problems at the law office threaten to end their love story before it can really begin.

The door opened, and Hans stood in the doorway, looking stunning in his tuxedo with a deep azure tie and cummerbund that set off his eyes in an amazing way.
“Wow,” Malcolm mumbled. “You look great.”
“Come on in. I need to get my coat and we can go.” Malcolm stepped inside. “Do you need anything?” Hans asked as he got his things together.
“I’m good, thanks.” Malcolm took the chance to look at Hans’s house. The furniture was modern—clean with a Scandinavian feel. In a way it was what Malcolm might have expected, but the overall effect with the use of color was warm and inviting. Solid furnishings that weren’t fussy.
“I’m ready when you are,” Hans said.
“Your home looks very comfortable.”
“It is. I need warmth and comfort in order to work. Most of the time I sit in that chair right there and work for hours. It cradles me, and I can sit there and get lost in my stories.” Hans smiled warmly and then turned away. “Ready?”
They left the house, and Malcolm opened the passenger door for Hans before heading around to his side and sliding into the seat. “How was your week?” he asked as he started the engine.
“Interesting. I was approached to write another adventure, and my agent was approached to see if I was interested in doing a series of science-fiction stories. I’ve always wanted to write them, but up until now I haven’t had the chance. When you’re starting out, making a bunch of unexpected changes can throw off readers, but my fan base is established enough that I can try some new things. How about you?”
“I’m getting a lot of pressure to step into the role of senior partner.”
“That’s great. Isn’t that a good move for you?”
“It is, but it isn’t something I think I want to do.” The last time he’d been able to use David’s passing as an excuse to step aside, but this time, with the pressure the others were putting on him, he didn’t have an easy way out. As much as Malcolm was propping Gary up, it didn’t seem like it was going to work. “It’s a lot of responsibility, and it’s….”
“Well, whatever you decide to do, I’m sure you’ll be amazing at it.”
“I don’t know.” Malcolm had tried giving the idea some thought, but all he came back to was the pressure and responsibility and not being sure it was what he wanted.
“That doesn’t seem like you. At least not the work you. When I was in your office, you were knowledgeable, confident, and seemed like you owned the place. If your peers think you can do it, why don’t you?”
“Before David died I wanted to be senior partner, but afterward….” Malcolm took the onramp to the freeway and headed downtown. “I spent a lot of my life working. David and I had made a life, and then he was diagnosed and everything changed overnight. Instead of work and cases, it was chemotherapy and appointments. David became so much more important than anything in the office. I thought we had time, but it turned out we didn’t. After he died and when I had nothing but time on my hands, I wasn’t sure what I wanted, so I stepped aside when the previous senior partner retired, and I got behind Gary.”
“How is that working out?”
“Not so well.” Malcolm figured the internal politics of the office wasn’t something Hans would be too interested in, so he tried to think of a way to change the subject. “I have to make a decision, and pretty soon. It’s going to devastate Gary, but I have to think he can see it coming. Is your current manuscript coming along?”