Sunday, September 23, 2018

All for You by: Andrew Grey w/ Interview & giveaway

Title: All for You
Author: Andrew Grey
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance, Law Enforcement
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Sept 11 2018
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
The only path to happiness is freedom: the freedom to live and love as the heart wants. Claiming that freedom will take all of the courage one young man has, but he won't have to face it alone. In small, conservative Sierra Pines, California, Reverend Gabriel is the law. His son, Willy, follows his dictates, until he meets a man in Sacramento and reunites with him in his hometown—right under his father's nose. Reggie is Sierra Pines's newly appointed sheriff. His dedication to the job means not flaunting his sexuality, but when he sees Willy again, he can't escape the feeling that they're meant to be together. He'll keep Willy's secret until Willy is ready to let the world see who he really is. But if going up against the church and the townspeople isn't enough, the perils of the work Reggie loves so much might mean the end of their romance before it even gets off the ground.

Willy kicked at the ground, slightly slouched, refusing to look up. “Okay, I guess. But there is no one….” He seemed so lost.
“There will be. Don’t make the same mistakes I did and rush into it. I got hurt pretty bad.” Why Reggie was going into this with someone he barely knew was more than he could understand. The guys knew the truth about what happened to him and that was all. Not even his parents knew all the details. “Not that I would hurt you, but you don’t know me at all. You deserve more than that.” With what he hoped was an encouraging smile, Reggie turned away and headed to Vick’s car. The other two were in the back seat, so he folded his large frame into the front of the small car, buckled up, and closed his eyes.
“Struck out?” Casey teased.
“No. He wanted to. But… I backed away.”
Casey groaned and Bobby snickered. Vick was the only one who said nothing, backing out of the space and getting on the road to the freeway.
“Why not? You would have been good to him. Right?”
“Of course I would have,” Reggie growled. “But he was so scared, and this was his first time venturing out anywhere. I told him to wait and make his first time special with someone he cared about.” He turned to the back seat, where the other two sat, looking at each other. “Do you remember your first time?” he asked both of them. “Was it special or something fumbling and ridiculous?” He already knew the answer because they’d shared their first-time stories years ago.
“But you would have made it special for him, and now some other guy is going to come along and probably be a dick to him, big-time,” Bobby piped up.
“Shut up,” Vick said. “You’re being an ass, and Reggie was being nice and did the right thing. Half the people in that bar kept looking at that kid like he was a piece of meat.” Vick patted Reggie’s leg gently. “I’m proud of you. Yeah, you could have gotten laid, but you took the gentlemanly way and not only helped the kid, but maybe gave him something to think about. That was pretty cool.”
“Yeah. Reggie was nice. The perfect hero. So as a reward, he’s going home with his right hand instead of that tight, hot little body that could be wrapped around him like a pretzel right about now. Oww!” Casey groused when Bobby smacked him on the shoulder. “What are you hitting me for?”
“You’re being an ass,” Bobby told him. “Now stop it.” He patted Reggie’s shoulder. “You’re right. You were nice to him. It would have been nice to have had someone older to help us when we were trying to figure shit out. Because, man, did we manage to fuck things up bad so many times. It’s a miracle we didn’t all die of broken hearts and end up with permanent appointments at the clap clinic.”
Yeah, Reggie knew he’d done the right thing, but still, Casey was right, and it bugged him that his mind flashed images of just what he might have missed.

Friday, September 7, 2018

Fallen Sun by: Harule Stokes w/ Interview & Giveaway

Title: Fallen Sun
Author: Harule Stokes
Series: Interconnected Standalone to Sectors with No Series Name
Genre: Fantasy. Science Fiction Thriller
Publisher: One Wave Publishing
Release Date: May 15 2016
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/ Format ~ eBook & Print
1st grade teacher turned super-soldier struggles to keep her two sisters-in-arms safe during a bloody war. But, the process that created these powerful living weapons is also turning some into psychopathic, schizophrenic killers.
"You think being a genetically enhanced super-soldier is hard? Trying being a 1st grade teacher."
That was a joke Jocelyn use to say to her teammate in training camp. Today, many of those she befriended in camp are dead. Desperate to keep her two sisters-in-arms alive, Jocelyn is willing to throw herself into any challenge. Sadly, that's going to be harder than she thought, because Ophelia is slowing going mad and Patricia is just a normal human who just happens to be an incredible sniper... but still just normal.
How do you defeat foes that can turn the earth herself against you?
How do you defeat foes that can dodge bullets?
How do you defeat foes who've already signed their own death warrants?
With the war between the Northern Alliance and Keynosa leaving both of their lands in ruins, Jocelyn's and her team are finally poised to win and end the war for good. But, a new weapon, one that can instantly stop even a super-soldier with a single shot, has hit the battlefield.
Together, Patricia, Jocelyn and Ophelia are sent on a mission to destroy this new weapon and their enemy is willing to throw all they have to stop them. These living war machines are in a race against two enemies, but which will destroy them first? The lethal new weapon from Keynosa or their own inner demons?

She was such a beautiful girl. When I first saw her, I felt a twinge of jealousy. Everything was perfect on her, nothing sagged or jiggled. Flawless, she turned to me, smiling, asking about my necklace. It was my most cherished possession, given to me by my students.

I lost that thing on a battlefield. I can’t even remember which one now. It was a valuable reminder of my old life as a teacher. Now, it’s just something else I lost on one of many battlefields.
“Oa, do you remember when we first met?” I ask, chuckling to the glass between us. “Oh god, I found you so annoying. So perky and outgoing — and you had no filter whatsoever. You know, I actually wanted to smack you when you dared to invade my space and touch my necklace.
“Do you remember that necklace?” I ask. No response of course, but in my mind’s eye, her playful expression brightens the room.
I wipe the fog of my breath from the glass and stand straight, eying the flickering light of the screen above her prison. “Now that I know you, I can see you did it because you were nervous.” I return my eyes to the receding condensation. “We both were. It’s just, I didn’t want to talk... certainly not to someone so sickeningly cute.”
The egg beeps in response.
“I still laugh when I think back to the inoculation incident. It was finally your turn, and the long steel pole came down and injected you. That’s when we first met Patricia.” I laugh. “You jumped and let out that weird high-pitched yelp that terrified everyone in line behind us.”
“I do remember that.” I hear from behind me. It’s Patricia. I’d know her voice anywhere. I’m surprised I didn’t sense her entrance. Must be this room but shielded. Must save techs the trouble of calming the revived FOG soldiers when they wake them. “What are you doing in here, Jos?” Patricia asks as if she doesn’t know.
“Keeping Oa company, of course,” I say, turning to face her. The sight of Patricia stops my thoughts in their tracks. She looks gorgeous! “Oh my God, Pat, look at you!”
Her lopsided smirk quickly becomes a full smile. “What? I told you I was going to the party.”
“I know that, but I didn’t expect to see... this,” I say, waving my hand up and down in her direction.
She grins widely, brushing her hands down her dress. “It’s nice, right? I got it made weeks ago, had it shipped to the camp. I promised myself I’d wear it if we ever won back Steel Harbor.”
“No, sweetie, it’s not just the dress, it’s the woman wearing it. You are rockin’ that dress, girl!” I exclaim.