Title: Trashy Conquest
Author: Gemma James
Series: Trashy Affair Series (Book 2)
Genre: Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Jan 22 2019
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Sunday, January 27, 2019
Friday, January 25, 2019
His Leading Man by: Ashlyn Kane w/ Interview & Giveaway
Title: His Leading
Man
Author: Ashlyn Kane
Series: Standalone Title
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press (A DreamSpun Desires Title)
Release Date: June 5 2018
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format~ Audio, eBook,
Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
He wrote a comedy. Fate directed a romance.
Drew Beaumont is bored of the same old roles: action hero,
supervillain, romantic lead. He’s not going to let a fresh gay buddy comedy
languish just because they can’t find him the right costar. No, Drew bats his
eyelashes and convinces everyone that the movie’s writer should play Drew’s
not-so-straight man.
Aspiring writer Steve Sopol has never had a screenplay
optioned. Now one of Hollywood’s hottest properties wants to be in a movie
Steve hasn’t finished writing— and he wants Steve as his costar. Turns out the
chemistry between them is undeniable—on and off-screen.
Drew swore off dating in the biz, but Steve is the whole
package: sharp, funny, humble, and cute. For Steve, though, giving in to the
movie magic means the end of the privacy he cherishes. Will the credits roll
before their ride into the sunset?
“Oh, get out of here. Go home. Go find some pretty young
thing and make the most of what’s left of the night.”
Without meaning to, Drew glanced over at Steve, who was
talking to Flora. “Not really my thing.”
Nina eyed him shrewdly. “Oh? Like them a little older than
you, do you?”
Damn it. “I don’t date.”
She let out a lewd chuckle. “Who said anything about
dating?”
“Nina!” Drew hissed. Fortunately no one seemed to be paying
them any attention, everyone dragging ass to get ready to leave for the day—or
else hightailing it, fueled on some kind of post work energy infusion Drew
would very much like the recipe for. “I’m not going to screw around with a
costar. I’m more professional than that!”
Nina raised one well-manicured eyebrow in an incredibly
articulate retort. Okay, so she probably knew him too well to buy what he was
selling. He didn’t date in the business, but that had never stopped him from
hooking up with other actors and actresses who shared his philosophy.
Well. Maybe Drew should just be true to himself. “Whatever.
I gotta go, Nina. See you tomorrow!”
If he hurried, he could catch up with Steve in Wardrobe.
By the time he got there to hang up his expertly tailored
jeans and gossamer-thin T-shirt, Steve was unfolding his own cargo shorts.
“Hey. You got big plans tonight?”
Drew winced. “I still have to hit the gym.” He’d skipped
working out too many days this week. “But first, fuel.” He slipped his belt
through the loops and set it in its cubby. “You?”
“I run in the mornings.”
Of course he did. Drew wanted to ask And the shoulders? but
he had too much self-respect. Okay, champ. Here’s your chance. “What about this
Saturday?”
Steve paused with his hand on his fly. “I’m running then
too?”
Drew narrowed his eyes, trying to decide if he was playing
hard-to-get or being obtuse. “After that. Seven o’clock, eight if we want to be
fashionably late and make an entrance.”
Steve paused, brow furrowed. “Are you, uh…?”
Not exactly the resounding yes Drew had been hoping for, but
he injected his voice with as much confidence as he could fake. “I’m asking you
to dinner.” And then abruptly his feigned confidence fled and he added, “My
date canceled to go to Hawaii, and the idea of spending four hours in a tux
eating canapés and schmoozing with people who spent a thousand dollars a plate
to schmooze with me makes me hate humanity.”
“Gosh, you’re such a people person,” Steve said, drier than
a stale saltine in Vegas. “I can’t imagine why you have trouble finding dates.”
Ouch. Drew probably deserved that. “Sorry, that just… ugh.
Let me start over?” He unbuttoned his jeans and started shimmying out of them.
The process took a few seconds. “I have an extra ticket to a fundraiser dinner
at the aquarium. I guess the penguins need a new air conditioner or something.
I always take Leigh to stuff like this because I know she’s not using me for
publicity and she can hold up her end of the conversation without trying to get
in my pants.” He finally got the skinny jeans down to his ankles, but he didn’t
dare kick them off because Will would murder him if the seams ripped. Instead
he bent to work them over his feet. “But she can’t come. And I like spending
time with you.”
Damn it. When Drew glanced up, Steve still didn’t look
convinced. He certainly wasn’t jumping at the chance to spend a night off with
Drew. Maybe Drew had read him wrong.
But finally his expression cleared and he said, “Pick me up
at seven.”
Yes!
There was just one problem, of course.
Drew still didn’t know if it was a date. Or even if he
wanted it to be.
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Thursday, January 24, 2019
The Deadly Prophesy of Enoch by: Douglas C. Atkins w/ Interview & Giveaway
Title: The Deadly
Prophesy of Enoch
Author: Douglas C. Atkins
Series: Standalone Title
Genre: Dystopian Fantasy with Christian Elements
Publisher:
Release Date:
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format~ eBook &
Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Hundreds of years ago, deep within an ancient Jewish
religious work, the details of a prophesied judgment day are revealed. Written
in 300 BC, the book of Enoch holds the truth for the future. The world needs to
know the reality, but one question remains-who will spread the word?
Long after the turn of the twenty-first century, water and
oxygen are in short supply. With nearly all the natural resources depleted, a
megacompany controls the insatiable demand for water and oxygen through its
international desalination plants. But when the company's network administrator
discovers someone is sending out classified security information about the
plants, he has no idea that it is all part of a plot hatched by the Church of
the Elect. Its leader, Shaul Eitan, is determined to carry out a plan to
destroy all the desalination plants and, worse yet, to initiate a nuclear
holocaust. Eitan wants nothing more than to destroy the human population
forever. The Watchers have no choice-they must risk everything.
Chaos
reigns in a future dystopian world as everyone wonders if the book of Enoch has
foretold a truthful ending to the universe.
“Better take it easy on that,” Kamryn said. “We have to
conserve as much as we can. Wait a minute, how much did you drink?” Sabino held
up the jug and saw that he had almost emptied it. He experienced a deep feeling
of guilt. “Why the hell did you drink so much?” she demanded.
“I couldn’t help it. I was afraid I would dehydrate. I had
to drink a lot, and I had to wash out my cut.”
“Well, Ping,
congratulations. You just finished a whole day’s water supply. Now we have
enough for less than a day. I should drink the water, and you should go through
all of the work of preparing a cactus.”
“Kamryn, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stop,” he said, lamely
trying to defend himself. “It’s like something that came over me. I had to
drink.”
“Oh, bullshit. You have no self-control. That’s all. You
come from a world of self-indulgence. You have no sense of conservation.”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“Sorry won’t save our lives,” she said. “Well, forget about
it. We’ll just have to deal with it. Let’s have a look at your cheek.”
They continued to talk while she doctored his laceration.
“It seems to have gotten worse during the day,” she said.
“There’s no way to disinfect it. I don’t know anything about improvised
medicine.”
“What time is it?” he asked without thinking to look at his
own watch. He was trying to change the subject. The pain of her cleaning the
wound was much worse than the last time she had done it.
“It’s nearly five o’clock. How are you with that gun?”
“I’ll bet I can shoot better than you.”
“We need to hunt for something to eat. There are snakes out
here, and maybe some mice, but they’re a bit small to shoot.”
“That’s my choice?”
“Unless you want to eat insects.”
“I’ll put on my shoes,” he said and started to grab them.
“Wait! Don’t pick them up. I’ll show you how to do it.”
“I can’t pick up my shoes?”
“Scorpions like to crawl into things. Pick it up by the toe
and shake it upside down, then look inside. Don’t put your hand or foot in
there until you’re absolutely sure nothing is inside.”
He looked inside and didn’t see anything, but he shook them
anyway and looked again. Then he put them on.
“Thanks for the tip,” he said. They walked around in the
late afternoon heat but didn’t find any game. The work of hunting made them very
thirsty, and they drank a lot of their scant water supply. Soon, they packed up
the site. The sun was almost down when Kamryn said it was time to walk. He was
really hungry and wondered when he would have the opportunity to eat.
Like the night before, there was only a half moon. It was
hard to see some of the rocks and smaller shrubs. Sabino stumbled many times;
so did Kamryn. He heard her swear often. They rested several times and took
stones and sand out of their shoes. She had told him that if they didn’t keep
debris out of their shoes, it might cause blisters and sores. That could be
disastrous. If that happened and the sores got infected like his cut, there
would be no way to go on. They would become stranded in the desert and die.
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Friday, January 11, 2019
Unfamiliar Waters by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway
Title: Unfamiliar
Waters
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance/ Law Enforcement
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Jan 8 2019
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook &
Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
With the pressures of the job bearing down on him, police
officer Garrett Wreckley needs a vacation—in fact, he isn’t given a choice in
the matter. Since the water has always soothed Garrett’s soul, he heads to the
Caribbean, hoping some time alone sailing on the open water will help him pull
himself together.
But even though he’s taking a break from law enforcement,
Garrett can’t get rid of his cop’s instinct so easily.
He meets Nigel, a young man as innocent as he is beautiful,
who grew up sheltered from the world, exploring the beaches and tropical
forests with only the company of his aunt, his brother, and the wildlife and
sea creatures he befriended.
As sweet, passionate love blooms, their time in paradise
feels too good to be true… and Garrett’s gut and training tell him that might
be the case. As he investigates, he quickly realizes everything is not as it
seems. Will his snooping destroy not only their romance, but everything Nigel
believes about his life?
After noon, clouds built to the east and the wind picked up.
Garrett checked his timing and bearings, set the wheel, and added additional
sail to pick up speed. The radar showed some sort of storm heading his way,
though it could be possible for him to outrun it.
The two islands were only twenty-five miles apart, so no
more than three hours out of St. Lucia, he should be spying land at any time.
Garrett scanned the horizon and his GPS as he sped over the water. The waves
picked up with the wind as the storm drew closer. Most Caribbean storms were
small and mainly dumped rain, but this one must have some oomph. It didn’t
appear to be big, but it was packing some wind.
With still about an hour to go by his calculations, he spied
land off to the west. Rather than questioning it, he headed that way.
The island was small, definitely not Martinique. The chart
listed it as Montessa. Not that he’d ever heard of it. Didn’t matter, though.
The clouds drew closer and closer to the water as he approached the north side
of the island. He found a break in the reef and slipped into a small cove. The
water instantly calmed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. After dropping
anchor, he lowered the sails and stowed them away, then closed all the windows,
as well as the access hatch. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was in for, but
when the rain hit, it was torrential. The boat rocked side to side, but not
badly, and he stood under shelter, setting out some clean buckets to catch the
fresh water.
After the thunder and lightning passed, Garrett stripped
down, grabbed a bar of soap, and washed himself off, letting the rain rinse him
clean.
Once done, Garrett went inside, dried off, dressed, and made
himself dinner, listening to the rain pound the roof of the cabin overhead. The
batteries were charged and he’d used very little the night before, so he
settled on the bed to read, passing the hours quietly until it was time to
sleep.
Sometime in the night, the storm passed, leaving behind
quiet, and again Garrett slept soundly. He hadn’t dreamed, at least not that he
remembered.
In the morning, other than being wet, the boat was fine. He
ate a cold breakfast and then ventured onto the deck. He stood, scanning over
the island for any signs of habitation. He saw nothing but thick vegetation and
a small lagoon nearer to shore. He thought he might explore it and moved the
boat closer inland. With no one around and a sandy beach, he figured it was
safe for a swim ashore to have a look around.
Garrett dressed for the water and sun in his suit and a
solar shirt before venturing back out. He’d planned to jump off the side of the
boat for the swim to shore, but when movement near the beach caught his eye, he
paused on deck.
A man stepped out of the trees, blond and tall, sun-kissed,
wearing a pair of shorts and a gray T-shirt that he pulled over his head as he
got closer to the water. Garrett watched the gorgeous creature move with
unusual grace before stopping, and knew the minute the man spotted the boat—he
stopped to look and then waved. Garrett waved back, still just watching and
wishing he had his binoculars. The man waded into the water as though looking
for something, then dove, swimming strongly when he came up before diving
again, surfacing with a large conch shell. He paddled to shore, looked it over,
then dove back into the water and came up without it.
This time when he broke the surface, the man waved again and
motioned him over. Garrett contemplated only a minute before diving into the
water, heading straight to shore. After all, some god of the water didn’t
beckon him every day of the week. Even as he swam, Garrett wondered if he’d
imagined the whole thing. It wasn’t until he stepped out of the water and the
man approached that he was sure he was real.
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
New Tricks by Andrew Grey w/ Giveaway
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Dec 11 2018
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
In matters of the heart, there’s no such thing as business as usual.
Thomas Stepford spent years building a very successful business and now at thirty-nine, he wants a quieter life. With his parents needing help, he decides to return home. He can’t get away from business completely and needs an assistant—but the man who is hired isn’t quite what he had in mind.
Brandon Wilson, the ink on his degree barely dry, needs a job, and his mother helps him get one as Mr. Stepford’s assistant. Thomas doesn’t seem to remember, but Brandon worked mowing the stunningly attractive older man’s lawn years ago. Thomas was Brandon’s teenage fantasy, and now he’s Brandon’s boss.
Thomas and Brandon are both determined to keep their relationship strictly business, but the old attraction is still there. They learn to work together even as the tension between them reaches the boiling point. But just as they start to surrender, Thomas’s old life in New York calls him. Even if he resists that pull, can their newfound relationship survive when Brandon receives the call of his dreams... from Hollywood?
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Fire and Agate by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway
Title: Fire and Agate
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Carlisle Deputies #3
Genre: M/M
Contemporary Romance/Law Enforcement
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press
Release Date: Nov 6 2018
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
When Chris Anducci is moved off jail duty and into the
sheriff’s office, he doesn’t expect his first assignment to be protecting a
witness against a human trafficking ring. Knowing the new sheriff doesn’t abide
screw-ups, Chris reluctantly agrees to work the case.
Pavle Kasun has spent the last four years of his life at the
mercy of others. When an opportunity presented itself, he took it, resulting in
his rescue. Now the safe houses he’s placed in are being threatened and he
needs protection if he is to have any sort of chance at a life.
Chris opens his home to Pavle, but he doesn’t expect Pavle
and his story to get under his skin… and stay there. Soon they discover they
have more in common than either of them thought. Slowly Pavle comes out of his
shell and Chris finds someone who touches his heart. But as the men looking for
Pavle close in, they will stop at nothing to get him out of the way. But even
if Chris can keep him safe, he might not be able to protect his heart if Pavle
moves back home.
Slowly a figure, curled up and small, made an appearance
from around the side of the dresser. The first thing Chris noticed were the
biggest, brownest eyes he had ever seen, filled with the pain of years of hurt.
They blinked, and then Pavle stepped farther into the light. Even standing, he
looked half hunched over.
“This is Deputy Chris. He’s here because he’s going to help
keep you safe.”
Pavle raised his head slightly, his black hair, long and
uneven, falling to the sides of his face.
“Hello,” Chris said, mimicking the soft tone the others had
used. “I’m Chris. They told me you needed help, so I’m going to protect you so
no one hurts you anymore.” In that moment, he made up his mind to do whatever
was needed to help this man, and if that meant moving him into his home to
protect him, so be it.
“I’d like it if you went with Deputy Chris. He is a good man
and will not hurt you,” Marie explained slowly and gently.
Chris didn’t expect Pavle to believe her or to agree to
come. “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Chris said, crouching down so he was at
the same level as Pavle. “This is your choice.”
“Choice?” Pavle asked in a raspy voice that tore at Chris’s
insides, looking at him and then back to Marie.
“Yes. You can choose to stay here or go with Deputy Chris.
We want you to be safe, but we aren’t sure how well we can protect you here. If
you go with Deputy Chris, he will protect you. Keep you safe.”
“INS?” Pavle asked.
“No. He is good man. Caring. He will help you.” Marie seemed
to have infinite patience.
Pavle blinked, standing still, then nodded and walked to
Chris. It seemed as though he either didn’t understand or thought he didn’t
have a choice, even though he was being given one. Chris held out his hands,
palms up, to show that he wasn’t going to hit him. When Pavle looked at him
with those huge eyes and the face of an angel, he looked much younger than the
twenty-four listed in his file. Maybe that was his previous owner’s fetish.
Still, after all he’d been through, Pavle’s handsomeness and light shone
through, with soft features and an almost delicate frame.
“I’ll gather his few things,” Annette said.
Marie extended her hand to take Pavle’s gently. He went with
her in silence. She led him out of the house, and once they were in the sun,
Chris got a better look at him. Pavle was pale, probably from years of being
inside. Chris reminded himself to ask Marie about any past injuries. He
suspected that Pavle had been treated very badly in the past and he needed to
know if he was okay physically.
“Thank you for doing this,” Marie said once she had opened
the door to Chris’s car and gotten Pavle settled in the passenger seat. He sat
without moving or looking to either side. “You have to keep him safe. He is the
main witness against the man who held him for nearly two years. We need to get
that man and then trace back to the people who sold Pavle to him. We’re pulling
each thread to see what we can unravel.”
“Okay. I will do my best, I promise you.”
“I’ll follow you to your house and help Pavle get settled.”
As Marie got to her car, Pavle reacted for the first time.
“She’s just riding separately. She will be back in a few
minutes.”
Chris drove the short distance to his house and pulled into
the garage. He didn’t want Pavle to be seen, and yet he also didn’t want him to
feel like a prisoner again by being hidden. He got out and waited, hoping Pavle
would get out on his own. After a few moments, Pavle opened the door and
climbed out of the car. Chris opened the door to the yard and motioned for
Pavle to go ahead of him.
Marie came though behind him, and Chris closed the garage
doors and joined the two of them in the yard. Pavle looked around, saying
nothing. Chris wished he would say something… anything. He was way too quiet,
and that worried Chris because he had no idea what he was thinking, and damn it
all, those eyes still held buckets of fear.
“It’s okay. This is where you are going to stay.” Marie
gently coaxed Pavle toward the house, and he shuffled along, looking at the
yard. Hopefully he liked what he saw. Chris had spent too many hours working
out stress for the garden to be unappreciated.
Chris opened the back door, went inside, and turned on
lights, letting Marie bring Pavle in the kitchen, motioning toward the living
room. Maybe this was the biggest mistake of his life. He wasn’t equipped to
handle someone as fragile and frightened as Pavle. Chris had no clue what he
needed or even how to get through to him.
“I sold?” Pavle finally asked barely above a whisper.
Chris caught Marie’s gaze, and his heart twisted in his
chest. God, this was going to wrench his guts six ways from Sunday.
“No. This is where you are going to live. You are not going
to be sold to anyone any more. Deputy Chris is here to help you and nothing
more.” She patted his hand and took Pavle through to the other room.
Chris got three glasses of water and put some cookies on a
plate. He needed some sugar if he was going to get through this in one piece.
Marie and Pavle were talking softly on the sofa when Chris
handed each of them a glass and offered them cookies. Marie took one, and Pavle
stared at the plate as though it were a foreign object. Finally, he took one
and ate a small bite before shoving the whole thing in his mouth, chewing and
swallowing like he hadn’t eaten in days, then he drank the entire glass of
water.
Chris offered him another, and Pavle took it in disbelief,
ate it quickly, and then rested his hands in his lap.
Monday, October 29, 2018
Part 1 Tatiana by: Rose Flynn w/ Interview
Title: Part 1:
Tatiana
Author: Rose Flynn
Series: Broken Winged Angel Series
Genre: Thriller/ Dark Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: June 21 2018
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Blurb/Synopsis:
When nursing student Jane graduated a semester early and
returned home for Christmas break she expected to spend the time visiting her
depressed mother, who developed a nasty drug habit after the death of Jane’s
father. Jane was instead greeted by her mother being held at gunpoint by her
drug dealer “Big Daddy.” In a desperate attempt to save her mother’s life, Jane
agrees to work off her mother’s debt as one of Big Daddy’s “entertainers.”
In an instant, Big Daddy has taken everything from Jane
including her family, her name and her freedom. As Jane adjusts to her new life
as Tatiana, the sex worker, she desperately attempts to hold on to her
identity, dignity and any semblance of safety or normalcy. She struggles to
navigate the dynamics of living and working with the other girls and how best
to cope with servicing the club patrons. Will Jane survive and continue to
recognize the woman she sees in the mirror each day?
Zach closed the door. It helped to muffle the sounds of the
club so we could speak at a decent volume.
“Zach, I—”
He stepped towards me and wrapped both arms around me. He
pulled me into his chest, “You scared me. You were bleeding, and crying and you
just passed out,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” I said. I wrapped my arms around his torso as
well. After a few more seconds he pulled back and held me by my waist. He
leaned in and he kissed me. I pushed my mouth back into his a little more
firmly. He pushed back. I felt his tongue graze my lower lip. I bit down on his
lower lip before I let him slide his tongue into my mouth. He pulled my body
closer to his. He felt warm. I slid my hands up his chest and over his
shoulders. He stepped back with me towards the desk. I perched on its edge. He pushed
himself between my legs. I felt his warm hands move from my bared stomach down
onto my hips. He moved one hand onto my thigh and pushed it up under my skirt.
He caressed my inner and outer thigh. All the while we remained kissing, now
with both our tongues moving against each other. He was the first to break from
our lip lock.
“You wanted my help?” he asked.
“Yeah with my hand,” I said.
I had to catch my breath.
He lifted my hand and untied the knot. He unraveled it slowly and tossed
the dishrag into the waste barrel when it was completely unwound. He pulled
gauze and medical tape from the kit. He poured hydrogen peroxide onto one of
the gauze pads. I pulled my hand back a little anticipating the sting. Zach
reached out and took my hand and gingerly pressed the wet pad onto my wound.
“This kind of reminds me of your first night on the job,” he
said.
“Oh yeah! You did bring out the first aid kit didn’t you?”
“Yeah. I totally wanted to take care of you too,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He moved his hand over the spot on my leg where a small pink
scar laid, “What guy in their right mind would want to miss a chance of playing
doctor with you. Plus I thought you were really cute. I wanted to get into your
good graces,” he said.
“Why? So I wouldn’t tell Big Daddy you were dealing drugs to
us?”
“Well there is that, but I also enjoy being able to do
this,” he said as he leaned into me and kissed me once more.
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