Friday, August 7, 2020

Wild Warrior by Jocelynn Drake and Rinda Elliott - Release Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway


Title: Wild Warrior
Series: The Weavers Circle #2
Author: Jocelynn Drake & Rinda Elliott
Publisher: Drake & Elliott Publishing LLC
Release Date: August 7, 2020
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 106,000
Genre: Romance, Fantasy

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Baer Manning

What happens when Baer spills his big secret about monsters and magic to a total stranger?

Chaos.

In Baer’s defense, he really thought Wiley was a lost brother.

This case of mistaken identity forces the cute artist to stay at the plantation house for his own protection while they search for a way to take down a witch.

Wiley Stuart

He never should have gotten in Baer’s Jeep.

But in Wiley’s defense, Baer is really sexy. And funny. And so sweet. And did he mention sexy?

All his life he’d dreamed of superheroes and a life of action. He just never expected to find himself swept up into a world filled with monsters and goddesses.

Wiley will do anything to stay with this magical band of brothers and help them with their fight. He just wished he could be Baer’s soul mate.

Wild Warrior is the second book in the Weavers Circle series. It includes fast-paced action, running through Savannah, secrets, swimming pool fun, shapeshifting, an elephant, sexy times, lots of snakes, insecurity, three crazy old ladies, and magic!

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There were about five people ahead of Baer in line—all of them staring at their phones or the shiny glass case of a tantalizing rainbow of doughnuts and pastries. Including the sexy blond Mini Cooper owner who was right in front of Baer in line. While Baer was a relatively average height of five ten, the blond was at least a delicate five seven or maybe five eight. The guy looked up from his phone as Baer stepped up behind him, and he flashed a nervous smile.

“Hey,” he greeted in a slightly husky voice and then flushed some more.

Yeah, this guy was all kinds of adorable.

“Mornin’,” Baer replied. “You ever been here before?”

The man shook his head, shoving his phone into his pocket. “No. It was recommended to me recently. When I woke up this morning, I just had to have doughnuts.” He gave a nervous little laugh. “I guess that’s the result of nonstop marketing at its best. It’s fall, so we’ve all gotta eat pumpkin-flavored everything for the next month.”

Blondie had the sexiest southern drawl. It wasn’t too thick. Probably a local, but he’d spent some time out of the area. Just enough to lose some of its natural thickness, but those lilting drawls still mesmerized Baer when he spoke, leaving him wondering how his lips and tongue wrapped around each vowel and consonant.

Good grief.  He really did need to grab Grey for a boys’ night out in Savannah if he was going to start fantasizing about a nerdy twink’s mouth. Soul mates and forever sounded great, but it was clear that he needed to get laid. And what better time was there? Things were quiet. They weren’t running and fighting for their lives.

Pumpkin doughnuts and sex could do a growing boy good.

The bell hanging from the front door announced the arrival of another customer. Baer was about to ask the man’s name when the heavy scent of rotting flesh rolled through the room, overpowering the delicious miasma of frosting and fried dough.

Fuck.

He didn’t even need to turn around to know that behind him, pestilents had stepped into the bakery. It wasn’t enough that the alien race was attempting to steal the power of the earth to save their own dying planet while killing all Weavers in the process, but they had to interrupt his attempts at flirting as well? Just not cool.

Silently, Baer cursed himself and his luck. They’d all grown a little complacent over the past couple of months. They’d even started venturing away from the protection of the plantation without backup because the pestilents had stopped attacking.

Apparently they’d gathered enough numbers to make another go at the Weavers, and he’d not been paying enough attention to his surroundings to check to make sure there were no pestilents close. Instead of checking in with the animals in the area that there were no pestilents around, he’d let himself get distracted by big chestnut-brown eyes and a sweet smile.

Twisting around to glance over his shoulder, Baer swore under his breath to find a male and female pestilent standing in front of the door. Humans wouldn’t notice anything different about them, but Weavers could. The air wavered around them as if they radiated heat. And, of course, there was the godawful stench. Pestilents were not meant for this world, and their bodies started rotting from the moment they arrived. Their time in this place was limited, but what time they had was spent trying to kill the Weavers.

The pestilent woman wore a pair of ragged jeans, and her brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, making her angular features seem that much sharper. A feral grin pulled across her thin lips when she spotted him. She lifted the shotgun in her hands to her shoulder and pointed it straight at his chest.

Baer sucked in a breath. Was she really going to open fire in a small building crowded with people? Everyone was going to be killed or injured. Not only one fucking Weaver.

Pivoting on the balls of his feet, Baer wrapped an arm around Blondie’s slender waist and dove over the closest table. A shocked yelp left the man’s lips, but he didn’t fight Baer as they tumbled to the floor. With his free hand, Baer grabbed the edge of the table, pulling it onto its side. They landed with the surprisingly thick wooden barrier at their backs just as the shotgun exploded in the room, slamming into the far side of the table and a scattering of chairs.

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Jocelynn Drake and Rinda Elliott have teamed up to combine their evil genius to create intense gay romantic suspense stories that have car chases, shoot outs, explosions, scorching hot love scenes, and tender, tear-jerking moments. Their first joint books are in the Unbreakable Bonds series.

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Blood Oath by A.T. Brennan

 

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Legacy of the Assassins, Book 1

 

A witch, a human, and a werewolf. Three men connected by love, but two of them have never met, until now.

After losing his family and coven six years ago, Felix was finally happy again. He has a job he‘s good at, two boyfriends who love him, friends, and a place to call home. That is, until a mysterious stranger brings a job into the Assassins Guild where he and his lover, Ryder, work.

On paper the job is simple, take out the sorcerer who heads the most powerful dark magic church in the country. But magic is never simple, and Ryder and Felix enlist the help of a ragtag group of unlikely heroes, including Felix’s other boyfriend Luka, to complete the job before time runs out.

Will Luka and Ryder see what Felix has always suspected? And more importantly, will they be able to accept it, and each other?

*Blood Oath is Book 1 in the Legacy of the Assassins series. It is not a standalone and ends in a soft cliffhanger. The story within the book concludes at the end, however, the bigger story continues in Books 2 and 3, which are be available for preorder. This book is an urban fantasy/paranormal m/m romance story. It contains a polyamorous relationship and no cheating.

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They lay together for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow, but it wasn’t long before Felix began fidgeting in Luka’s arms.
“So, what’s wrong?” he asked softly. “What happened?”
“It’s Ryder. He’s in trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” Luka asked.
He didn’t know Ryder, had never met him, but he didn’t understand Felix’s connection to the man. Other than them both being assassins, they had nothing in common. Ryder had been born a citizen. He might have willingly given up his privileges when he joined the guild, but he’d grown up as part of the population that actively oppressed, not to mention hunted and killed, not only his kind but Felix’s too.
“The kind that can kill him,” Felix said with a sigh.
Luka listened as Felix filled him in on what had happened in the last week, and to say he was shocked was an understatement.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He pressed a kiss against Felix’s temple and sighed.
The thing he hated most about his condition wasn’t the physical and mental strain of the shifts or having to constantly live in fear and always stay on the move. It was how he was constantly letting Felix down when he needed help.
“That’s not what this is about, and you know it.” Felix looked up at him, his eyes serious.
“What can I do?” he asked after a pause. “By the sound of your plan, you could use some help. I’m not an assassin or a thief, but I’m a hell of a fighter.”
His condition did have a few perks, if they could even be called that, considering the trade-off. He was naturally big and strong, and his instincts were sharper than anyone he’d ever met, human, magic, or wolf. His reflexes were heightened, he could hear and see things no one else could, and his sense of smell was unmatched. None of that helped him in a physical fight, but his preternatural strength and uncanny speed certainly did.
“If you’re willing, we could definitely use the help,” Felix said, a smile lighting up his face.

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Thursday, August 6, 2020

Ex- Bandmates by Zoe Lee - Release Blitz with Excerpt

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Ex-Bandmates
Local Beats Series, Book One
Zoe Lee
M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 08.06.20

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Cover Design: Emilie DeMun Designs
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Asher From the second Lucas Carlson shows up in my garage for band practice, I’m drawn in by his eyes, his awkward rambling, and his incredible musical talents. But we share a best friend, and he’s only our temporary drummer while he’s in Chicago for a summer internship. It should be easy to ignore the way he brings something out in me that no one has before.

Lucas Asher Bernthal is a grumpy stockbroker whose band, Signal Fire, is vital to my best friend’s happiness. I don’t want to mess it up for her, so all I have to do is drum and keep my head down. It should be easy not to crush on a man so beyond my grasp, who writes lyrics that pierce straight through me.

Despite all of the reasons to stay away, we’re drawn together and bring something new out in each other. Every song pulls us closer together, but we won’t be bandmates forever.

This is the first book in the Local Beats Series, an 80,000 word MM romance featuring musicians with day jobs, a night club, and lots of songs, with a guaranteed HEA and no cliffhanger.


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ASHER

“I already know all your songs, dude,” Lucas claimed. 
Shooting him an incredulous look, I rolled my shoulders.
With a shrug, one corner of that lush mouth curled up, sly and knowing, and my stomach dropped even as he said cockily, “I’m an incredible drummer and I do know all your songs. You’re lucky I’m in town because you’d be screwed for this gig you’ve got on Saturday if I couldn’t fill in.”
Closing my eyes, trying not to enjoy Lucas’s endearing combination of mature confidence and immature sense of humor, I let a growl seep out of my throat.
“That’s a good growl for a man with such a mild tenor,” he commented.
“Okay!” Dan chirped, giving me a pleading look. “Can we start with ‘Promises,’ maybe?”
Amy tipped her head at Lucas as if to prompt him.
Lucas settled on Eli’s stool, then shook his shoulders and arms out and cracked his neck. He pulled a pair of drumsticks out of his messenger bag and scooted the stool farther from the kit, stretching out one sneaker to test the distance to the kick drum. He looked up to where all of us were watching him, and then he said as if we were the insane ones in this scenario, “Leslie starts ‘Promises.’” 
I shot Leslie an impatient look and started, my voice strung out, “Leslie, for f*ck’s—” 
But then the timer on my cell went off.
“Is it your pizza?” Dan asked as his face split into a toothy, hungry grin.
“I made lasagna,” I muttered, and Dan and Amy moaned in delight.
“Asher, I didn’t know you were domestic,” Lucas gasped dramatically as he twirled his drumsticks like a show-off. “Is it meat or veggie? No, wait, surprise me.”
“Why would you know anything about me?” I grumbled. 
Lucas laughed again. This time he threw his head back, baring a long neck, and I couldn’t stop my mouth from drying out or my throat almost clicking when I swallowed. 
“Seriously?” he all but yelped, his cheeks going splotchy red. He whirled on Leslie and accused, “Haven’t you told him anything about me?” He turned back to me so fast I got whiplash, and said, “I’ve been hearing about you since Leslie met all of you and you started the band. They’ve come up to Wisconsin like a dozen times to hang out, go camping, and spend the holidays at Leslie’s parent’s house. Dan and I took this epic Harold and Kumar kind of road trip—never mind that for now—” 
The timer blared again and I inhaled and shot out a quick breath, grasping for patience as I dug out my cell and stabbed the button to end the timer. Then I stalked into my kitchen, switched on the oven light, and bent to check the lasagna, which was the perfect amount of crispy for Leslie and Amy.
From the garage, Leslie said with her icy-hot sarcasm on perfect point, “I have no idea how Asher could forget a single detail I’ve shared about you, because you’re so memorable.”
Amy snorted and played a high wa-waaaa on her guitar, making the four of them snicker.
“Hey Leslie, how did your annual review go at work?” Dan asked earnestly while I lunged to grab the potholders off their hook, snorting despite myself. “You said you were going to talk to them about a raise maybe.” There was a pause while I set the pan on top of the stove, and then he added, like he couldn’t help it, “Totally can’t blame you if you decided not to ask though, that’s intimidating.”
“I can blame my boss for saying no when I asked though,” Leslie snarked a little bitterly. 
“Dude,” Lucas said, from right behind me.
I jerked, the oven door banging into the meat of my thigh just over my knee. 
“F*cking shit,” I hissed, rubbing the stinging skin as I glared at my oven door. 
Lucas skidded into my periphery, hands hovering somewhere near the corner of the stove. “You aren’t bleeding, are you? Because I am a very manly man, with like half a Master’s degree and shit, but...” He swallowed hard, his sharp Adam’s apple bobbing when his throat constricted.
I found myself shaking my head and reassuring him even though I was the one who’d gotten hurt because the kid walked as quietly as a damn ninja, apparently. “I’m not bleeding.”
“That’s good—ah, good thing you have thighs like a lumberjack or something.”
I straightened and crossed my arms over my chest, one eyebrow trailing high.
“See?” Lucas asked. One eye squinted in accusation while his pouty mouth curled the very slightest bit on the right side. “You look like a lumberjack, which is kind of what Wolverine was in X-Men Origins: Wolverine, which is not the best example of Wolverine, but it’s okay, you kind of look like Wolverine anyway, with the muscles and shoulders and beard and, Jesus, that eyebrow—”
“Lucas,” I interrupted. I made my voice as low and firm as possible.
“Yep, right,” he stuttered, holding up his hands in surrender and taking a few exaggerated steps back. “I’ll stop telling the incredibly straight lead singer of my new band—temporary new band, I meant, obviously!—about how he’s hot like Wolverine and just grab some plates and shit.”
While I was honestly caught up trying to decide which part of his rambling was the stupidest, he dove for the stack of plates and the shaker of red pepper flakes I’d already gotten out before fleeing at top speed. Dumbly, I looked down at myself. “Lumberjack,” I scoffed, then made a salad and cut up the lasagna, while the others came into the living room, bickering about a movie.



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Zoe writes contemporary romances and believed everyone will get extraordinary love stories since before she ever fell in love. She lives with her family near the mountains in Colorado, where she writes while listening to music, never drinks coffee, reads books in one sitting, and watches too many movies and tv shows. She’s been writing since she was a kid, but luckily she knows how grown-ups work now. Mostly.




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