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Friday, April 14, 2017

Heart Unseen by: Andrew Grey w/ Giveaway


Title: Heart Unseen   
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 7 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
As a stunningly attractive man and the owner of a successful chain of auto repair garages, Trevor is used to attention, adoration, and getting what he wants. What he wants tends to be passionate, no-strings-attached flings with men he meets in clubs. He doesn’t expect anything different when he sets his sights on James. Imagine his surprise when the charm that normally brings men to their knees fails to impress. Trevor will need to drop the routine and connect with James on a meaningful level. He starts by offering to take James home, instead of James riding home with his intoxicated friend.
For James, losing his sight at a young age meant limited opportunities for social interaction. Spending most of his time working at a school for the blind has left him unfamiliar with Trevor’s world, but James has fought hard for his independence, and he knows what he wants. Right now, that means stepping outside his comfort zone and into Trevor’s heart.
Trevor is also open to exploring real love and commitment for a change, but before he can be the man James needs him to be, he’ll have to deal with the pain of his past.



“You’re watching him again, aren’t you?” Brent asked, and Trevor nodded without even thinking about it. There was something about him that hit Trevor like a punch in the gut. James sat there in the midst of all the chaos and noise almost like none of it quite reached him. That was fascinating and incredibly attractive.
“We always want what we can’t have,” Brent said from near his shoulder.
“I know, but I keep wondering why I can’t look away from him. What is it about this guy that draws me to him?” Trevor had never experienced anything like this before. He’d known more men than he could count, and trying to remember them all took too much effort.
“Who knows why we’re attracted to one person over another?”
“I don’t get it. He’s just another guy.”
Brent shook his head and finished his drink, then set the empty glass on the table. “Maybe it’s time you admitted that there’s more to being a man than a cock and some balls. That there’s another organ that’s just as important.”
“When did you get so philosophical?” Trevor asked, honestly interested in the answer, but not getting one as Bobby and Dean returned.
“Is that the guy you were interested in?” Bobby pointed across the dance floor.
“Yeah. I talked to him for a few minutes.”
Bobby chuckled and leaned into Dean, whispering something in his ear, and they shared a laugh. Bobby turned to smile at Trevor. “You weren’t going to get anywhere with him with your smile and stunning good looks.”
“Why not?” Trevor demanded.
“He’s blind.” Bobby said the words so easily, and they hit Trevor in the gut. He watched James, and it made sense. The way he held his glass with both hands wrapped gently around it as if he’d lose it if he wasn’t touching it. How James had looked through him the entire time Trevor had been speaking to him because he couldn’t see and was just looking in his direction, probably to try to be polite. At least Trevor understood why none of his “charms” had worked.










Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Castle by: Skye Warren (BLITZ)


Title: the Castle
Author: Skye Warren
Series: Endgame Trilogy Book 3 
Genre: Dark Romance Contemporary Suspense 
Publisher: Self Published 
Release Date: April 4 2017
Edition/Formats: 1st Edition ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:

Friday, March 17, 2017

Cleansing Flame by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway



Title: Cleansing Flame   
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Rekindled Flame Series Book 2  
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Mar 10 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Life has been grinding Dayne Mills down almost for as long as he can remember. First he lost the love of his life in an accident that also left him with a permanent injury, and then his mother passed away a year later. When his house burns to the ground, it’s the last straw. He can’t take any more, and if it wasn’t for kind and handsome firefighter Lawson Martin offering him a hand up and a place to stay, he doesn’t know what he’d do. Dayne would love for his relationship with Lawson to evolve into something beyond charity, but he knows going after a man so far out of his league will only lead to yet more heartache. It’s best to just keep his mind on his research.

It’s that research that leads Dayne to an old student journal that not only provides clues to the Native American heritage Lawson has been searching for, but chronicles a century-old love story. The tale that unfolds might be just what Dayne and Lawson need to remember that no matter how dark life becomes, love can find a way to shine through.


Lawson had no idea what time it was or why he was awake, but something wasn’t right. He sat up, listening, and heard a cry. He shoved back the covers and followed the whimpers and cries to Dayne’s room. Hearing a “No!” Lawson peered inside.
Dayne had kicked off the covers, his eyes still closed, and was lying on his side, kicking his legs repeatedly. Lawson was about to turn to leave when Dayne cried out once move and lurched toward the edge of the bed. Lawson raced forward and caught him as he came off the mattress. Dayne struggled and fought, squirming and thrashing.
“Dayne, it’s all right.” He laid Dayne back on the bed and gently tried to wake him.
“Lawson?” Dayne asked, instantly calming and looking up at him with startled blue eyes. “What are you doing here?” He grabbed for the covers at the end of the bed and yanked them up to cover himself. Then Dayne looked back at him, and even in the light from the hall, Lawson saw Dayne blush beet red and then turn away.
“You were thrashing, and I caught you as you fell off the bed.” Lawson took a step back so he didn’t cause Dayne any more distress. “I heard you yelling in your sleep and wanted to make sure you were okay.” God, did Dayne think he was attacking him or something?
“Oh.” Dayne relaxed a little and lowered the covers he’d been using like a shield. “I guess I’m a little jumpy.”
“Ya think?” Lawson teased, giving Dayne a wink. Thankfully Dayne understood and smiled slightly. Lawson sat on the edge of the bed. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“It’s the middle of the night and….” Dayne’s eyes darted around the room, settling on him for a few seconds and then moving away. “You’re nearly naked,” he finally squeaked out, and Lawson realized he was only wearing a pair of old boxer shorts.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just concerned when I heard you calling out.” As he went to stand, Dayne touched his arm. Lawson stilled when Dayne didn’t move his hand or pull away.
“You’re stunning,” Dayne breathed, then turned away, pulling his hand back. “Sorry. That was a dumb thing to say.” He rose the shield of covers again. “Just let me die of embarrassment here. You’ve been nice enough to let me stay here. You don’t need some twiggy doofus perving on you.”
Lawson reached for Dayne, touching his chin with just the tips of his fingers. “How about I go back to bed, and we both try to get some more sleep? I understand if you don’t want to talk about what’s happening, but try to sleep and not fall off the bed. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Dayne’s lips, red and pulled slightly with worry, screamed irresistible, and his eyes were filled with such pain that Lawson wanted to kiss it all away. He knew it wasn’t that simple—pain and loss rarely were, especially with as much as Dayne had endured lately—but he wanted to try.
Dayne gazed at him, and Lawson saw Dayne’s hands and arms relax, the covers lowering enough to reveal where his nipples poked slightly at the fabric of his T-shirt. Damn, Lawson wanted to tug away that cotton and reveal what was underneath. Heat built in his groin, and he needed to cool it or things were going to get awkward, and he wasn’t wearing enough to keep his dick from making a full-on appearance. Not that he was ashamed of what he had in any way, but he didn’t need to scare Dayne or have Dayne think he was trying to push himself on him. “Good night,” Lawson rasped, lightly caressing Dayne’s cheek before standing and leaving the room.
As Lawson returned to his room, Tati came up the stairs. She sat, blinking at him the way cats did, and Lawson looked back. At some point in the night, she usually paid him a visit. Lawson expected her to stroll over, but instead she slinked across the hall, peeked into Dayne’s room, and went inside. He watched, and she didn’t come out. Sneaking back, he peered through the open door. Dayne lay on his side facing away from the door with Tati curled in the crook of his legs, her back pressed to Dayne’s backside. Lawson shook his head, returned to his room, and went back to bed, trying not to think of Dayne.







Sunday, March 5, 2017

Jack on the Rocks by: H. L. LeRoy w/ Review


Title: Jack on the Rocks
Author: H.L. LeRoy
Series: A LT. Jack Daniels Mystery (A loosely tied together series. But any of the stories can be read as a standalone.)
Genre: Thriller/Mystery
Publisher: Kindle Worlds (the World of J.A. Konrath)
Release Date: Dec 11, 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook/Kindle ONLY
Rating: 
Blurb/Synopsis:
LIEUTENANT JACK DANIELS should have seen the avalanche of trouble headed her way but events had dulled her edge and crumbled her foundation of toughness. With the press and politicians all coming for her, Jack begins to question whether she is really a cold blooded murderer or simply losing her mind. Was it an officer involved shooting gone wrong? An honest mistake? Or, something much, much worse?
There's one thing for sure, it has turned the Chicago Police Department upside down, and Lieutenant Jack Daniels' life along with it.


On the way in, I called Herb and told him what happened, and he said he'd take care of Tina's car. I knew that the state's attorney wasn't going to bring me good news, and the word 'indictment' kept running through my mind.
When I got in, Banes told me the state's attorney was going to be late. Anger started to eat at me as I sat in my office cooling my heels.
A few minutes later, I saw Lieutenant Cavanaugh weave his way through the bullpen carrying a pink box of pastries.
"Donut call."
The few detectives who were in each grabbed a donut as he passed.
"Where's Herb?"
"He's following up on Tina Mills."
Cavanaugh stood at Herb's desk for a moment and then laid two chocolate ├ęclairs on a napkin. "He never could eat just one," he said.
Coming into my office he plopped the box on my side table. "Donut, Lieutenant?"
"Later."
"Buzz in the halls is that the State's Attorney's on his way over. The Becky Walsh thing." He paused for a second. "I'm not surprised. They're slime. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about what happened. And more importantly to let you know that we're all on your side."
"I'm damaged goods around here, if I were you, I'd avoid me."
"Here's the thing. If it wasn't you, it would have been one of us. You did what any good cop would have done."
"How long have you been in Narco?'
"Sixteen years."
"Is there the same bullshit up there that we face down here?"
"I'd say it's worse but it's probably just as shitty.
"Well, I appreciate your kind words.
My first opinion of Cavanaugh had been dead wrong. He was a good guy and a good cop.
We sat and talked for a little bit longer and as Cavanaugh stood to leave, a suit walked into my office.
Medium height, with dark, perfectly quaffed news anchor hair, and wearing a tailored suit dropped a card on my desk.
I pushed it around with a pencil so it was turned the right way.
DOUGLAS ABBOTT
ASSISTANT STATE'S ATTORNEY (ASA)
SPECIAL PROSECUTIONS BUREAU
COOK COUNTY STATE'S ATTORNEY'S OFFICE
"Very impressive," I said and flicked the card away. "So tell me, ASA Douglas Abbott, why do you want to see me?"
"ASA Abbott is an asshole. He busts cops for a living." Cavanaugh gave Abbott a look and then made his way out of my office and through the bullpen.
"That true?"
"Like the man said, I bust cops."
"I'm sure your mother must be very proud."
He ignored my little dig.
"States Attorney Turner has assigned me to your case. He did so because I've never lost."
He seemed disappointed that I didn't respond.
"You have two files. One four-inches-thick and another almost seven inches thick, and you always seem to skate. Funny how that is."
"You're implying that I've been guilty and gotten away with it."
He shrugged.
"And that I'm not going to skate now."
He smiled. "You did shoot her after all."
"What happened to Internal Affairs? They're supposed to handle this stuff."
"Nepotism. They're working on it, but Mayor Walsh says I get first crack."
"Lucky me." My future wearing an orange jumpsuit flashed before my eyes.
"We'll be going for at least second degree murder." He smiled. "Four to twenty in prison."
"I know what murder two is."
"Maybe we'll discuss a plea," he said over his shoulder as he walked out. "How does that sound?"
"It sounds like Cavanaugh was right, you're an asshole."







Sunday, February 19, 2017

Darkness Rising by: Dirk Greyson w/ Creative Post & Giveaway


Title: Darkness Rising
Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Yellowstone Wolves (Book 3)
Genre: M/M, Paranormal Romance, Shifters
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Feb 6 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
The last thing Tobias, alpha of the small Greenview Pack, expects is to find a lost human asleep in his storage building. As soon as he sets eyes on Pete, Tobias knows they are destined mates. But he cannot act on his attraction, no matter how much he feels compelled. Exposure to the human world could mean the end of their way of life, so he decides to help Pete get a room until he can reunite with the tour group he separated from.
But Tobias’s disgraced half-brother, Zev, has other ideas. He takes a liking to Pete and decides he wants what Tobias has—both his position as pack leader and his mate. Tobias can’t let that happen, but protecting Pete means keeping him close, which only increases the mounting tensions between them.
Duty, protection, desire, and secrecy clash as the darkness within Zev rises to the surface, and only Tobias can save his mate—even if he never plans to tell Pete that’s what they are.


Pete closed his eyes as he checked the outer pocket of his bag and found a flat, small, giveaway flashlight he’d received from some conference or other. He pressed the button and the tiny light came on. It wasn’t much, and the rain and gloom swallowed most of its glow, but it was enough to see a few steps ahead and that was all he needed. Pete figured he’d go a little farther and hoped he’d find shelter, because hope was all he had left. He slung his pack onto his back once again and wove around the trees and brush.
He was watching the ground and nearly face-planted into the corner of a structure. It was wooden, rough-hewn, and probably quite old, but Pete didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t a cougar den, he could deal. Slowly Pete made his way around it. His flashlight flickered, and he managed to find the door and push it open, and used the last of his light to take a look around.
It was some sort of old storage building. There wasn’t much inside, but the building seemed solid and dry enough. The back was stacked with sacks from floor to ceiling, and that took up almost half of the structure’s volume. The rest was empty except for some tarps lying on hay.
Pete knew hay meant that someone used this as a barn. But he hoped they wouldn’t mind if he crashed here. He swept the loose hay together with his foot and spread one of the tarps over it to help soften the floor a little. Then Pete dug into his wet pack and pulled out his spare clothes. The plastic bag enclosing them was intact, so he stripped out of his soaked things and dressed quickly. He wrung out his clothes in the open doorway, then closed the door and laid them to dry over a board, knowing the owner would not thank him if he got the hay wet.
Pete pulled out his last bottle of water and a granola bar, ate it and drank half the water, then set the rest aside. How in the hell did he get into these situations? He lay down on the tarp and used another as a blanket. He was still cold, but it helped some. At least he was dry, and he could listen to the rain as it beat on the roof overhead rather than onto his face. He’d had something to eat and drink. For now he was dry and safe enough, and that was all he could hope for. At first light he’d leave his shelter and make for the hill so he could get some reception and hopefully call someone to rescue his sorry butt.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the space through the single small window beside the door. Thunder rolled and wind whipped around his shelter. It sounded as though Mother Nature was letting out all her fury tonight. Pete huddled a little deeper under his tarp blanket, hoping the building remained in one piece.
Pete was weary as hell, but the storm kept him awake. Once it abated, the strange sounds from outside—including the calls and answers of wolves—scared the living hell out of him. The noises weren’t near the barn, but that didn’t mean very much. After the cat and now wolves, Pete would be happy to get the hell out of here and back home to New York, where he could stare at the walls for all he cared. He was never leaving the safety of the city again, writer’s block or not. Writing nothing was better than losing his life and being ripped to shreds by whatever was out there.
More lightning flashed and the thunder shook the barn around him. Small bits of hay floated down from the rafters. Pete wanted to cover his head, but the tarp wasn’t the best-smelling thing he’d encountered. He shook a little and prayed the storm would lessen or move on.
Unfortunately, from the sound of it, the storm seemed content to stay where it was, and more little bits floated down from above as clap after clap of thunder tried to shake his shelter apart. Pete curled into the fetal position, comforting himself as much as possible. He’d been so dumb, thinking he knew what he was doing. Even as the wind rattled the door and whistled outside, he was in much better shape than if he’d still been outside.
“Roger, if I get out of this alive, so help me, I am going to slap you silly the next time I see you. ‘Go out west. Have an adventure. See things. It will spark some ideas for your next book.’ Bastard!” He clenched the tarp as another peal of thunder rattled the building. They were supposed to come on this trip together. But no. Roger managed to get mono, probably from kissing every man in New York. In his raggedy, sick voice, the asshole had urged him to go on his own.
“The point of this trip was so you could get ideas and stop moping around. It’s a tour of Yellowstone. You’ll meet people and have fun.” Those words rang hollow now. He had met people and gotten separated from the group. This whole thing was turning into a nightmare, and the least Roger could have done was be here to suffer along with him.
After what felt like hours, the storm moved off and it grew quieter outside. Pete rested his head on the tarp and closed his eyes. If he got a little sleep, it would help him in the morning.
Being out of the weather made Pete relax, and finally, even on the hard floor, he closed his eyes, tried to picture himself at home in his warm, soft, queen-size bed, and eventually dozed off.







Saturday, February 18, 2017

Poppy's Secret by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway


Title: Poppy’s Secret   
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: DreamSpun Desires Books/Multi~Author Book Set
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Feb 15 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
A second chance born of love.
Pat Corrigan and Edgerton “Edge” Winters were ready to start a family—or so Pat thought. At the last minute, Edge got cold feet and fled. Pat didn’t bother telling him the conception had already gone through and little Emma was on her way. He didn’t want a relationship based on obligation. He’d rather raise his daughter on his own.
Nine years later, Emma and her Poppy are doing fine. Edge isn’t. He realizes what he threw away by leaving, and he’s back to turn his life around and reclaim his family. It’ll take a lot to prove to Pat that he’s a new man, and even if Edge succeeds, the secret Pat has hidden for years might shatter their dreams all over again.



Pat went inside and locked the doors, then went right upstairs and into the shower. He needed to get the scent of sweat and strange men off him. Once he was clean, he climbed into bed and closed his eyes, trying to sleep. Of course the one face he’d spent nine years trying to forget came roaring back. When they’d been together, Edge had been his life, and Pat had thought it wasn’t possible to get any happier. He and Edge had made so many plans—travel, a family, a home together. He’d thought they were building a life and that they wanted to do the same things. Then Edge had gotten a job offer, and suddenly everything had changed. Edge wanted to leave, their life wasn’t good enough any longer, and then he was gone. After his very unconventional childhood, Pat had wanted stability and happiness, but just when he thought he’d found it, everything had changed. Then less than a year later, the wheel had changed one more time and Emma had entered his life. So small and with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. And then he realized he could have everything he wanted, just in a different way.
But Edge was always there in his mind. No matter how many times he’d tried to truly get him out of his life, Pat couldn’t. And now he was back and Edge had found him. Pat hoped like hell that he’d be left alone. He’d managed a long time without Edge, and he could continue doing it forever. All that needed to happen was for Edge to stay away. Pat hoped that after tonight, Edge would leave him alone.
Pat rolled onto his side, punching his pillow. He wanted to clear his head and stop all these thoughts about Edge. He was so hard he could pound nails. All he had to do was think of Edge and how much he’d missed the way he’d always reacted to him. “No.” Pat sat up and groaned. He was not going back through all this. Never again. Edge had walked out of his life, and that was the end of it. This whole fascination with him was simply the fact that Pat was horny as hell. He probably should have gone to a different club. It was still early….
Clubs weren’t what he wanted. Pat longed for something more than that. He needed someone who cared about him and would be a true part of both his and Emma’s life. That was what he needed, and Edge had already proved he wasn’t that man.




Tuesday, January 31, 2017

The Knight by: Skye Warren (BLITZ)


Title: the Knight
Author: Skye Warren
Series: Endgame Series Book 2
Genre: Dark Romance Contemporary Suspense
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Jan 31 2017
Edition/Formats: 1st Edition ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:

The power of pleasure...

Gabriel Miller took everything from me. My family. My innocence. My home. The only thing I have left is the determination to get back what's mine.

He thinks he's beaten me. He thinks he's won. What he doesn't realize is that every pawn has the chance to become a queen.

And the game has only just begun.

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THE KNIGHT is book two in the Endgame series from New York Times Bestselling Author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love.