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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

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Edition/Format: 1^st Edition/Format~ eBook & Print

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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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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: 1^st 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.

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New Tricks by Andrew Grey w/ Giveaway

Title: New Tricks
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?

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

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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.

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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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Heart Untouched by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway

Title: Heart Untouched

Author: Andrew Grey

Series: Hearts Entwined Book 3

Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Publisher: DreamSpinner Press

Release Date: Oct 9 2018

Edition/Format: 1^st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print

Blurb/Synopsis:

A Hearts Entwined Novel

An accident crushed Duncan’s Olympic dreams and landed him in a chair, but he knows it’s time to get his life back on track—and he has a plan in mind. Working with his friend Todd, an Olympic skeleton racer, on a promotional campaign will not only help Duncan regain some direction, but it’ll give Todd the financial boost he desperately needs. The sport Todd loves is draining his resources—so much so that he’s thinking of giving up racing just to make ends meet.

As the two men work together, their friendship blossoms into much more, and suddenly the future is looking brighter than it has in a long time. But just when love, happiness, and success seem within their grasp, the USOC steps in with plans to stop their campaign. That’ll mean an end not just to Duncan’s business, but to Todd’s dreams… and Duncan isn’t about to let that happen to the man who means everything to him.

“You will,” Todd told him after turning back to him. “What you have to do is give yourself some time. Everything got turned upside down by the accident, and you need to give yourself a chance to figure some shit out.” Another car was brought into the bay, this one being pushed by a couple of the guys. Todd sighed, and as soon as they stopped, he popped the hood and got to work. “What other things do you want to do besides fly down tubes of ice and snow at breakneck speed?”

Duncan tried to come up with an answer, but failed.

“What were your plans for that college degree of yours?”

Todd bent farther into the engine, his butt and legs visible. Granted, it was a handsome butt, with Todd’s work pants pulled tight over it. Duncan knew he shouldn’t be looking at his friend’s backside. Who he found attractive—or not, for that matter—was irrelevant. No one was going to look at him twice in the chair. Still, his gaze kept returning to the view in front of him, and heat spread to his groin. Not that anything there perked up or took notice. Things hadn’t been working down south lately… and that was another source of anxiety and, quite frankly, shame.

The doctors told him that things could improve for him as his injuries continued to heal. He had gotten some feeling back in his legs. When he touched them, it felt like they were miles away, but he could feel something. That had come back over time, so maybe his dick would too. That wasn’t as important to anyone but him. But if he could get a stiffy once again, he could feel a little more like himself… at least in some way.

“What is it?” Todd asked, and Duncan suddenly realized he’d sunk into himself and his emotions and fears had gotten the better of him again. To his horror, Todd grabbed a tissue from the box at the back of the bench. “Whatever is bothering you… it’s okay. This may look like a garage, but it’s also a safe place for everyone.” Todd handed him the tissue and squeezed his shoulder once again, his hand lingering for longer than was necessary.

“That seems strange,” Duncan commented. “Garages are usually temples of testosterone and bluster. At least that’s my experience.”

“We have our testosterone gods here. If you saw Trevor, you’d understand.” Todd grinned. “The first time I met him, I thought someone had given life to my fantasy man. The guy is hot as hell. But he only has eyes for James. Not that I was ever that interested… I guess.” Sometimes Todd could get a conversation off track faster than a world-class luge run.