tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35006176924372089592024-03-13T16:12:10.369-05:00Wicked Faerie's Tales and ReviewsLGBTQIA romance focused review blog Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.comBlogger4743125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-30551324912754719382022-03-17T10:00:00.001-05:002022-03-17T10:00:00.264-05:00Evernight Unleased by Carrie Ann Ryan - Release Blitz <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg24tusWNrjW_j-7RiZEsYz-H47ValQBDcjWWtOfmS3UQ3-FpFoZ12U_9JAukL_mkpKcGkbBGwJgPdmJUI2L2Nt9bC7rxByIKuaJdKCgkPRzPYnCgUKGgp_GGnL8z6flfkYdBrItovfP8gpTAefp_37-0pcpqWa9judk57DJ_-AoSwL7a4fCjzi7b5SQQ=s820" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="820" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg24tusWNrjW_j-7RiZEsYz-H47ValQBDcjWWtOfmS3UQ3-FpFoZ12U_9JAukL_mkpKcGkbBGwJgPdmJUI2L2Nt9bC7rxByIKuaJdKCgkPRzPYnCgUKGgp_GGnL8z6flfkYdBrItovfP8gpTAefp_37-0pcpqWa9judk57DJ_-AoSwL7a4fCjzi7b5SQQ=w640-h280" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvcnD7lUZLw4_aPz-d_AUBmEW-PjAV-D-tu3Fe9GBLSpkJuQ2qphTldmGiA62rEkchax7T5Z8267rZBTWpncK8b3etNI07D48EC3Jy2nh4z-XsqLixuiaL3iIQMt4Vzp78X7lRPyPqXbKwzHwGB5kuyXQ8QxEgLRPXoJ0kx6iz2gTYprvi-JVj6Nw6Ag=s2560" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1707" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvcnD7lUZLw4_aPz-d_AUBmEW-PjAV-D-tu3Fe9GBLSpkJuQ2qphTldmGiA62rEkchax7T5Z8267rZBTWpncK8b3etNI07D48EC3Jy2nh4z-XsqLixuiaL3iIQMt4Vzp78X7lRPyPqXbKwzHwGB5kuyXQ8QxEgLRPXoJ0kx6iz2gTYprvi-JVj6Nw6Ag=w426-h640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Title: Evernight Unleashed</span></span></b><br />
<b><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Series: Ravenwood Coven #3</span></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Author: Carrie Ann Ryan</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Release Date: March 17, 2022</span></span></b></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the dramatic conclusion to the Ravenwood Coven series by NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan, this sleeping magical paranormal town knows that war can be a beginning…and an ending.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rowen Ravenwood is the final witch of her line—the only one standing in the way of Oriel, the dark necromancer who wants the core of the town’s magic for his own. With each passing battle and loss, Rowen is one step closer to losing it all if she doesn’t rely on the one man she refuses to love again. Only this time she might not have a choice when family secrets come to light.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ash Christopher’s family curse hit him harder than anyone knows. He’s cool, relentless, and only feels what he needs to in order to survive. He’s gained everything in power and lost all else to his ambition—including Rowen. After all, a man cannot have a soul mate when he does not possess a soul.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The town of Ravenwood is dying and as the final battles come to pass, it will take the courage of a coven reborn, a mating bond broken, and a love worth fighting for in order to save all before it is lost.</div></span><div class="MsoNormal">
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Ryan is the <i>New York Times</i> and USA
Today bestselling author of contemporary, paranormal, and young adult romance.
Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Fractured Connections, and
Elements of Five series, which have sold over 3.0 million books worldwide. She
started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry
and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over seventy-five novels and
novellas with more in the works. When she’s not losing herself in her emotional
and action-packed worlds, she’s reading as much as she can while wrangling her
clowder of cats who have more followers than she does.</span></span></div>
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</div>Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-66457743370887011432022-03-16T10:00:00.002-05:002022-03-16T10:00:00.261-05:00Head Rush by Davidson King - Release Tour with Excerpt and Giveaway<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="Head Rush Banner" class="size-full wp-image-7659 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2022/03/head-rush-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">All I want is to finish college, live life as a musician, and love the man of my dreams. That man, however, is Simon Manos, nephew of crime boss Christopher Manos, and there’s a war brewing on the streets of Haven Hart. Achieving my dreams has to be done while ducking bullets, trying not to get blown up, and hoping enemies don’t kill me.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love Rush and want him to have everything he could ever hope for—all that his father denied him. As the heir to the Manos family business, it’s not quite that simple; I have responsibilities to fulfill. Haven Hart is getting dangerous, enemies need to be dealt with, and unfortunately, our dreams of the future must be put on hold.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We call on old friends and band together to face a common threat. When we’re forced into hiding, the situation escalates and the odds don’t seem to be in our favor. We do the only thing we can…stand our ground to the bitter end. As our lives start to fall apart, the unasked question is posed: Will someone have to make the ultimate sacrifice to save everyone?</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>This book follows after <a href="https://getbook.at/SecretSimon">Secret Simon</a>. It's highly recommended you read that first.</em></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">Simon</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Mace, stop!” I tried walking faster to get away from him, but he was clearly inhuman and able to keep pace with me.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s something I learned while doing yoga, though. Bill and I were able to get creative with it in the bedroo—”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I swear, if you keep talking, I will shoot you.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He rolled his eyes. “Sure. As I was saying, you take your leg—”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Mace, you’re fired.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">His laughter echoed through the large foyer of the Manos mansion. He wasn’t deterred. “Some stretching is required before you begin.…All the stretching, if you get my meaning.” When he winked, I groaned.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Sadly, I do understand.” I stopped walking, and I chuckled when Mace wasn’t prepared for that and tripped on the carpet.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“What the—” He glared at the offending floor, then looked at me. “Why’d you stop?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Mace, remember when I was younger, and you never wanted to taint my mind with horrible things?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He pursed his lips, his gaze shifting upward. “Nope, I don’t.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Well, I do. Let’s pretend I’m thirteen and—”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Eew.” Mace took a step back. “I’m not role-playing with you!”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Of course that was the moment Bill, Mace’s partner, and Snow, my stepfather, walked out of the study.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Shit.” I sighed, all energy leaving my body. Where was Rush? I needed him home. He had a way of shutting Mace up.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.</span></p><div class="sqs-block html-block sqs-block-html" id="block-yui_3_17_2_38_1474035937755_15290"><div class="sqs-block-content">
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she'd tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you're afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.</span></p>
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-58925099409255755082022-02-09T09:00:00.001-06:002022-02-09T09:00:00.258-06:00Thick As Thieves by Lucy Lennox - Cover Reveal <div class="separator"><figure class="wp-block-image size-large" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" class="wp-image-6592" src="https://ssp2017.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/tat-cr-banner.jpg?w=1024" /></figure></div><p> </p><!--wp:image {"id":6592,"sizeSlug":"large","linkDestination":"none"}-->
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<p class="has-text-align-center">I've been in love with my best friend since forever. Okay, fine. Like, kindgergarten. It started out platonic, obviously, but then became... nope. Still platonic. The problem is that Parker Ellis has been straight since forever. And that makes it difficult to convince him the two of us are meant to be together.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">And now there's no point. All is lost. He's gone and gotten engaged to his high-school sweetheart which means I have to grin and bear it while pretending to be the happy, supportive best man while he prepares to commit his life to a woman I can't even fault. She's great. We've all been friends forever. I know he'll be happy with Erin, just not... just not as happy as he could be with me.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">I'll admit. Sometimes I press the easy button. Like when Julian Thick had offered me half his sandwich back in grade school after noticing I didn't have any food. Or when I'd needed a date to homecoming in tenth grade and Erin told me she was it. Or when I'd used the one thing that came easy to me, skiing, to get my college tuition paid for. Or when Erin had showed back up in my life six months ago and told it was time to marry and start a family...</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">The kind of secrets that lead to hot experimental kisses in front of a blazing fire, tenative physical exploration in a way I'd never imagined before, and the kind of intimate, true confessions I'd never even dreamed of between me and the one person who's always been my true home.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">But after twenty-plus years of thinking of Jules as my friend without benefits, is it truly possible to change who we are to each other? There's no easy button this time, but I'm willing to do the work. I only wonder if Julian is ready to trust I really mean it.</p>
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-47918925630042261702022-01-25T10:00:00.002-06:002022-01-25T10:00:00.226-06:00Nothing But Ink by Carrie Ann Ryan - Release Blitz <p><b> One night of passion will change everything.</b></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">Clay Hollins knows he needs to stay away from Riggs Kennedy. He doesn't have time to fall for the bearded bartender that haunts his dreams and waking fantasies. Not only is he working long hours at his dream job with Montgomery Builders, but he’s raising his three cousins and they need him more than he needs a private life.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left"><strong>About Carrie</strong></p><p class="has-text-align-left">Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary, paranormal, and young adult romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Talon Pack, Promise Me, and Elements of Five series, which have sold millions of books worldwide. She’s the winner of a RT Book of the Year and a Prism Award in her genres. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over seventy-five novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not losing herself in her emotional and action-packed worlds, she’s reading as much as she can while wrangling her clowder of cats who have more followers than she does.</p>
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-79125518637674146022022-01-11T10:00:00.001-06:002022-01-11T10:00:00.267-06:00Because of Ben by Lisa Henry - Release Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="BoB RB Banner" class="size-full wp-image-6913 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2022/01/bob-rb-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Marco Chase is the lead singer for Static, one of the world’s most famous and successful rock bands. Marco’s bad boy rock star image isn’t just one he’s cultivated for his fans—it’s Marco all over. Marco’s past is full of one night stands, bad decisions, and blackouts. Marco never saw a cage he didn’t want to rattle—and from the moment he lays eyes on him, he really wants to rattle sweet, innocent Ben Selden’s cage.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">In the dining room, Marco veered straight for the coffee. If he couldn’t get his nicotine fix yet, he sure as shit needed his caffeine fix. Then, balancing his coffee cup carefully against the rim of a plate, he loaded up on bacon and toast and retreated to a table at the back. He unhooked his sunglasses from the neckband of his T-shirt and put them on. He was a rock star. He was supposed to look like a douche.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">The dining room wasn’t too busy. An older couple, a woman in business attire, a couple with two young kids. A guy in checkered chef’s pants replacing the trays in the bain-marie.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Marco wiped his greasy fingers on his jeans and wondered where the closest place to buy cigarettes was. He’d ask at the desk when he extended his booking. Then he’d buy a pack and sit his ass down on one of the planters out front and smoke the day away. Because what else was there to do in Dayton?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He googled local tattoo shops. Was it cheating to see another tattoo artist on the side? Probably. When a guy pierced both your nipples, you bonded. Yeah, he’d wait until he was back in LA and see Jimmy again.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Ha! And his parents worried he couldn’t commit.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">A bunch of young people in matching blue polo shirts and red lanyards came through the door. His first thought was multi-level marketing. They all looked like they’d drunk the Kool-Aid or the protein shake that cured cancer or whatever shit they were selling. As they lined up for the buffet, he saw that the shiny laminated cards hanging off their lanyards had crosses on them.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Marco almost recoiled like a vampire out of instinct.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">There had to be thirty of them, all young and earnest. His gaze caught on a leggy redhead who looked like she might want to let down that high-pinned ponytail of hers with the right incentive, but then he got a look at the guy standing behind her in the line.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Pretty boys had always been his weakness, and this one was hella pretty. He couldn’t be more than twenty or twenty-one. He had bone structure as fine as a girl’s and light brown hair cut in a choppy style. He had pale skin, with a smattering of imperfect freckles across the bridge of his nose. Marco was too far away to see his eye color, but he imagined gray or blue. The guy had a full mouth that looked made for lazy kisses if Marco was feeling sweet, or messy blowjobs if he wasn’t. And something about that neatly tucked polo shirt and perfectly straight lanyard made him want to put the guy on his knees and get him good and dirty.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He grabbed his plate and headed for the buffet again. Squeezed right into line beside the guy because he’d guessed they’d all be too damned polite to call him out on it. He glanced at the guy’s lanyard.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Ben Selden. </em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Lancaster Bible College. </em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Tri-State Inter-College Faith Conference. </em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Hey,” he said.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Pretty Boy Ben lifted his wide-eyed gaze from the tattoos curling out from underneath Marco’s sleeves. “Good morning.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You don’t mind me cutting in, do you?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Ben flushed. “Uh, no, you go ahead.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Marco rolled his shoulders, tightening his shirt across his torso. He didn’t miss the way Ben’s gaze darted to his nipples and to the barbells pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt. He also didn’t miss the flush climbing Ben’s throat as he figured out what they were.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He reached out for some more bacon and used the tongs to wrestle a few more pieces onto his plate. Then he winked at Ben and stepped out of line again. “Thanks.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Ben nodded and swallowed as Marco sauntered away.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Marco grinned as someone else in the line whispered, “Do you know who that <em>is</em>?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Satan himself probably, according to this crowd, but it was nice to know that the Jesus kids had heard of him, even if they probably only bought his albums to burn them. Like Marco gave a fuck. As long as he got his cut of royalties, he didn’t give a shit if people shoved his merchandise up their asses. He’d always been a pragmatist.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p></blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <em>Because Of Ben</em>, Lisa is giving away a $20 Amazon Gift Card!</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Catch-up on the series with Book 1:<br />Not Until Noah</span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Carter Westlake is on the brink of being Hollywood gold. Cast as the lead in a highly-anticipated sci-fi trilogy filming in Australia, he’s primed to be the next A-list action hero: all-American, hot as hell, and straight. The problem is, Carter can only check off two of those boxes. But that’s okay—his bisexuality can remain a secret until these movies are behind him.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood educator Noah Jones has a plan. Work as a nanny for six months, make some extra cash, and move to the UK to teach. He doesn’t expect his new boss to be a Hollywood star. And he certainly isn’t prepared to fall for the guy.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">One kiss sends them tumbling into a secret relationship, even though they both agree it can be nothing more than a fling. Carter needs to stay in the closet for the sake of his career, and Noah’s leaving. But when their feelings continue to grow into something deeper, Carter has a decision to make. Knowing that exposing his sexuality could cost him his career, would he rather carry on living a lie, or risk it all to stand tall in his truth?</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>Not Until Noah</strong> is the first book in the Star Crossed series, where regular guys meet famous ones, and sparks fly.</em></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>About the Author:</strong></span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>About Lisa:</strong></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn't know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she's too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lisa has been published since 2012, and was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance Adulting 101, and a Rainbow Awards finalist for 2019’s Anhaga.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To connect with Lisa on social media, you can find her here:</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She also has a Facebook group where you’ll be kept in the loop with updates on releases, have a chance to win prizes, and probably see lots of lots of pictures of her dog and cats. You can find it here: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/LisaHenrysHangout/">Lisa Henry’s Hangout.</a></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p>Pre-law student Shawn O’Brien loses his mind when he finds his live-in boyfriend Jasper Logan with a younger man in their bed. Shawn breaks the law and ends up in big trouble, in danger of losing his scholarship and freedom. He needs a new place to live to serve his house arrest sentence or he will go to jail for six months. </p>
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<p>Successful District Prosecuting Attorney, Noah Braun, has it all: money, friends, and a top career, but he’s at risk of losing it all as he grieves the loss of his husband. His father, Judge Braun, finds the perfect lover to save his son. The judge asks Noah to take Shawn into his home to complete his sentence.</p>
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<p>Everything changes when Noah and Shawn meet and find themselves living together. Noah is determined to do whatever it takes to prove to Shawn that their relationship will be different from his nightmarish one with Jasper.</p>
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<p>Can Noah find a way to win Shawn’s heart forever, or will Shawn move on when his house arrest is complete?</p>
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<p><em>Steamy, Age Gap, Hurt and Comfort, Contemporary, Forced Proximity, MM Romance/HEA</em></p>
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<p>“You don’t have to like me, but I like you.” Noah paused the movie so he could focus on talking to Shawn.</p>
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<p>“That’s not the problem. I do like you, but you wanted to pay me for sex. That means you just want to fuck me. That’s all you want from me.”</p>
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<p>“First, the money was added to entice you. I do want to fuck you, and I only want that from someone who I care about.”</p>
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<p>“I’m afraid of getting hurt again.”</p>
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<p>“Think about how much fun we could have. I can’t promise you we won’t get hurt, but I want to try to have something with you. I have a feeling we might work out sexually.”</p>
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<p>“Are you sure you didn’t have me stay here to entertain you?”</p>
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<p>“I’d like to try, but right now I feel like I’m sexually boring. When your lover cheats on you because you’re not enough, something must be wrong.”</p>
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<p>“I loved kissing you. Do you like to try new things?”</p>
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<p>“Always. I guess I feel like I might fail in the sex department.”</p>
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<p>“It’s not about performance, though it helps, but taking on a new lover is exciting. Learning what they like and don’t. Not every time is going to be perfect but, in some sense, it is. I get this feeling by being in your presence. I can’t explain why I want you sexually as opposed to remaining just friends. It’s either there or it’s not.”</p>
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<p>“I know what you mean. When I saw you the first time, I wasn’t expecting someone so hot! I just figured you were an older lawyer and a friend of Henrik’s. I didn’t understand why you would consider taking me in without even meeting me. The entire set up is odd to me, but I’m grateful for what you did for me.”</p>
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<p>“What are you trying to say?” Noah hoped he felt the same way about him, but it wasn’t a given. His experience involved working for it, and maybe Shawn still loved bully Jasper. How could someone so brilliant fall for that ignoramus? And that shaggy beard was sickening.</p>
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<p>“I want to be with you, but I’m afraid of disappointing you.”</p>
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<p>“Your kiss was hot to my lips, but I got scared.”</p>
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<p>“Spanking, handcuffs, role playing. What do you think of those kinks?”</p>
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<p>“I like those things you mentioned. I like to feel a little pain.”</p>
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<p>“That can be arranged. I think it’s good we talked. I want you to feel on equal basis at all times with me. That’s the reason I wanted to pay you. I figured it would balance us.”</p>
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<p>“The money is <em>not </em>happening, now or ever. The only item unbalanced between us is our age difference and that doesn’t bother me at all.”</p>
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<p>“Then money is off the table for now. I’d like you to sleep with me in my bed. What do you say about that?”</p>
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<p>“Only if we can take the popcorn and our Diet Cokes.” Shawn didn’t take any time to think about it. He just answered as Noah suggested Shawn could see how he looked naked. </p>
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<p>“It’s a deal.” Noah picked up the bowl of popcorn with his drink and Shawn followed behind him as they climbed the stairs. Shawn had surprised him with his quick response, which led Noah to believe Shawn might like him in some way and maybe he was just afraid of making a mistake. </p>
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-71531871759567970322022-01-07T22:56:00.000-06:002022-01-07T22:56:38.574-06:00Hitched by Lucy Lennox & May Archer - Cover Reveal <p> </p><!--wp:image {"align":"center","id":3454,"sizeSlug":"large","linkDestination":"none"}-->
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<p class="has-text-align-left"><strong>Meet Lucy Lennox<br /></strong>Lucy Lennox is finally putting good use to that English Lit degree earned way back in the 1900s.<br />She stays up way too late each night reading M/M romance because she is a sucker for a good story.</p>
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-3713301534394677072022-01-06T10:00:00.001-06:002022-01-06T10:00:00.257-06:00The Viking and the Drag Queen by VL Locey - Release Blitz with Giveaway<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiP4CY57ITX_3QcTcAXHc50IcOZT8LxXLH0nlA66Wzy05HddMB7ee-2pZTpfIqS8hFShnr1-S_ZcSMyrQrX0oyCbJHCqeyfqoysvB3P4B9EkXV_m90mXk9InHQL40wyiNnzbqwOGeUyIfEXtta6s7piImQojk_KAZGcSEZpS0vXd7nDJIG8jIjDKx0K=s1600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiP4CY57ITX_3QcTcAXHc50IcOZT8LxXLH0nlA66Wzy05HddMB7ee-2pZTpfIqS8hFShnr1-S_ZcSMyrQrX0oyCbJHCqeyfqoysvB3P4B9EkXV_m90mXk9InHQL40wyiNnzbqwOGeUyIfEXtta6s7piImQojk_KAZGcSEZpS0vXd7nDJIG8jIjDKx0K=w640-h240" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinh9GDnodpi1UiRtCmEDebaSTt9PWbFerBVH7mOywoM9ZeDW5NtbZYCs0we3iUv3fwCHgU5LG9bQQEjUYwmbAO3BkMp_dJ8TVOKT6MTHyVXm-63_3VFR_tNTvRM87ouzT4AmsOwOn6O_tdCPfJOx_Y2CqhYpFu49civzWG2gWqip1iWPrPK9tP85O3=s2475" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2475" data-original-width="1650" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinh9GDnodpi1UiRtCmEDebaSTt9PWbFerBVH7mOywoM9ZeDW5NtbZYCs0we3iUv3fwCHgU5LG9bQQEjUYwmbAO3BkMp_dJ8TVOKT6MTHyVXm-63_3VFR_tNTvRM87ouzT4AmsOwOn6O_tdCPfJOx_Y2CqhYpFu49civzWG2gWqip1iWPrPK9tP85O3=w426-h640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/3keENR" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">ALL BUY LINKS</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Cover Design:</b> Meredith Russell</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><b><br />Who will emerge the victor on the battlefield of love?</b><br /><br />Tyr Hemmingsen had his life mapped out at a young age. The only son of the late Danish hockey great, Elias Hemmingsen, Tyr has always done his best to follow the plans his father had laid out for him. Finish school, make it into the pros, become team captain, find a biddable young lady to marry, and win a championship so the Hemmingsen name lived on eternally on the side of a massive silver cup. Like the good son he is, Tyr has done as his father wished, no matter how it peeled away layers of his true self. Then, all the neatly placed supports that hold up his so-called life come crashing down during a night on the town. Tyr might be known as the “War God of Wilmington” on the ice, but there’s no battling the effect Gigi Patel LeBay has on him.<br /><br />Elijah McBride lives for the spotlight. As Gigi, he bewitches and bedazzles the crowds at the Campo Royale Club. His vibrant stage persona is the face he presents to the world. 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There’s a world of hurt in Tyr’s soft brown eyes, and Eli finds himself falling for the big man, despite all the barriers he’s built around his tender heart.<br /><br /><i>The Viking and the Drag Queen is an opposites attract gay romance with heavy checking, lipstick worship, an out and proud queen, a closeted athlete, family lost and found, twink/jock, a new beginning, and a well-cinched happy ending.</i></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuhhrtkE_8sFvmbJMfAMpWzkPN7uJ9ilCibion1ioDvhpScz8G49q-7otL6jSi9QOe_zJz0msSHGNiv3gzNisNxvRixj7qpboFE5K4gyZI1FSqd3xkFGFfkAsGZgomA_90LIoT4A3RWP_t2UkLyT9K2k37mh1bJ2N1E99nUp5-RwFdzKN73WPktj4E=s400" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuhhrtkE_8sFvmbJMfAMpWzkPN7uJ9ilCibion1ioDvhpScz8G49q-7otL6jSi9QOe_zJz0msSHGNiv3gzNisNxvRixj7qpboFE5K4gyZI1FSqd3xkFGFfkAsGZgomA_90LIoT4A3RWP_t2UkLyT9K2k37mh1bJ2N1E99nUp5-RwFdzKN73WPktj4E=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>USA Today</b> Bestselling Author <b><i>V.L. 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<p>Benjamin Coulton is a tracker employed by the Consortium, the ruling counsel of vampires. When he's sent to investigate a rogue vampire killing indiscriminately in a remote region of Alaska. Bad weather hampers his effort and he loses the vampire he's been tasked to find.</p>
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<p>Letting my senses guide me, I came upon a small grouping of cabins that surrounded a lake, just like the sign promised. It was so far removed from where I’d turned off the main road that I couldn’t believe there could be a human out here. But there was.</p>
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<p>He was up in a flash charging at me again. “Must feed,” he screamed, his hands curled into claws as he charged. I spun as he reached me and pulled the knife from my waistband. Though it only left him off balance for a split-second, it was enough to give me the advantage. When he attacked again, I spun the knife and plunged it into his heart. It wasn’t enough to destroy him, but it would injure him.</p>
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-60300989597243603152021-12-20T10:00:00.001-06:002021-12-20T10:00:00.233-06:00The Holiday List by Lane Hayes - Audiobook Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/The-Holiday-List-Audio-Banner.png"><img class="alignnone wp-image-90419 size-full" height="237" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/The-Holiday-List-Audio-Banner.png" width="640" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: The Holiday List</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Series</b>: The Script Club #4</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Lane Hayes</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Narrator</b>: Alexander Cendese</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>: Lane Hayes</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: December 3</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 4 - Lots of Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Male</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 3 hrs and 44 mins</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Romance, Nerd/Jock, MM Romance, Bisexual, Single Dad, Grumpy/Happy, Holiday Romance</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Synopsis</b></h1><p>The Mars maestro, the single dad, and a wish list…</p><p>Chet-</p><p>Boy, am I lucky! Finding a living situation with a houseful of passionate scientists just before the holidays is ideal in every possible way. As the newest member of the Script Club, I feel it’s important to step up and tackle the to-do list my friends would prefer to avoid. Item one, address the tutoring request from the neighborhood-hottie-slash-single-dad on the next block. I’ve got this!</p><p>Or do I?</p><p>Handsome, older, sporty gentlemen intimidate me. And Mr. McSwoony doesn’t like the holidays. This may be a daunting task.</p><p>Sam-</p><p>What do you do when a new neighbor shows up on your doorstep with cookies and a wacky plan to spread holiday cheer? I don’t need cheer, but I could use help with some of the experiments my son wants to try. I know football, not science. Hopefully, I can talk Chet into a mutually beneficial trade. The only snag is that I’m seriously attracted to my local Mars expert. He’s unintentionally charming…in the very best way.</p><p>Don’t quote me, but this holiday elf with thick glasses and a mile-long list might be exactly what I need.</p><p>The Holiday List is an MM bisexual, geek/jock romance with a holiday twist featuring a lovable scientist and a single dad who’s probably on the naughty list! <br /></p><a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/The-Holiday-List-Audio-Teaser.jpg"><img alt="" class="aligncenter wp-image-90421" height="492" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/The-Holiday-List-Audio-Teaser.jpg" width="587" /></a>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>“Who said I was lonely? I’m not lonely. I’m just tired of being with myself. That’s not the same thing,” I argued.</p><p>“Close enough. One thing that helps me fight the blues is an immediate change of scenery,” Chet pronounced with a wide grin.</p><p>“Thanks, Doc, but Linc is coming home this week. I’m not going anywhere.”</p><p>“You don’t have to physically go anywhere. You can just switch up your routine and add—”</p><p>“Let me guess…holiday cheer?”</p><p>Chet beamed. “Yes.”</p><p>I had to give the guy credit…he was tenacious.</p><p>I couldn’t let him think he’d won too easily, though. I furrowed my brow, giving him my best cranky scowl, and huffed. “You really want to decorate my house?”</p><p>He frowned. “No. I want to reset your karma. And mine. You’ve done a good deed here tonight, and I owe you one in turn. I also owe my roommates for their kindness.”</p><p>“Putting up a tree is going to help your karma?” I snorted.</p><p>“And yours.”</p><p>Somehow, I doubted that, but I liked the idea of having an excuse to see him again. “Fine. You can decorate my house.”</p><p>Chet whooped as he jumped to his feet. “A nice noble fir would look perfect in that corner of your great room near the fireplace. But of course, closer to the window. We don’t want to worry about fire hazards. What’s your ornament situation? I’m happy to purchase some if needed. Simple red and silver balls are always nice and—”</p><p>“I’ve got plenty of balls.” I stood, testing my shoulder to be sure I didn’t do any real damage, as I met him at the door. “It’s getting late. We can talk about this later. You seem like the kind of Christmas elf who needs parameters.”</p><p>He snickered, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose. “There might be some truth to that statement.”</p><p>“Just so we’re clear, I’m not gonna want to wake up in a winter fuckin’ wonderland.”</p><p>“Right. Got it.”</p><p>I braced my hand on the doorknob, scanning the dimly lit foyer briefly. “Come over Saturday. We can talk about it then. And…you can meet Linc.”</p><p>Chet narrowed his eyes. Not gonna lie, his immediate transformation from skinny geek to bad-ass science guy was kinda hot.</p><p>“Is this trickery?”</p><p>“No, but it might be a good trade. We’ll see.” I shot a lopsided grin his way as I opened the door, pointing at the chair that knocked me on my ass. “This is not an adequate security system. I’ll give you my number. If anything seems suspicious or if you need anything, call me.”</p><p>Chet typed my contact info into his cell obediently, then pressed Call so I had his number too. Courtesy complete, he fixed me with a no-nonsense look. “Thank you. For the record, while I appreciate your help tonight, I didn’t agree to—”</p><p>“I know, I know.” I stared at him for a long moment.</p><p>This had to be one of the oddest yet most interesting nights I’d had in a while. This was probably a good time to remind myself that Chet was my neighbor. My much younger neighbor.</p><p>But damn it, he was tempting.</p><p>I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It was featherlight touch, hardly a real kiss at all. It was just enough to make him blush. Chet’s cheeks pinkened, and a flush rose low on his neck.</p><p>“Mr. Rooney…”</p><p>“Sam,” I gently reminded him. “Good night.”</p><p>Don’t ask me how I did it, but I somehow managed not to turn around as I headed down the pathway and up the street to my house. My lips twitched in amusement, giving way to a smile that grew with every step. When I finally got home, I let it fly, grinning like a madman as I chomped on a rosemary shortbread cookie made by my own personal elf.</p><p>Was I vaguely alarmed at the concept of letting him put a bunch of holiday crap up in my house? Fuck, yes, I was. Hot kiss or not, nothing was going to happen between us. And I was okay with that. Mostly.</p><p>Maybe he was just the diversion I’d needed, ’cause hanging out at home for the next couple of weeks suddenly didn’t seem so bad.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase at </b><a href="https://www.audible.com/pd/The-Holiday-List-Audiobook/B09NDWFZLZ" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Audible</a></h1>
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Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016, 2017, and 2018-2019 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a not quite empty nest.
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<span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: medium;">Release Date: December 7, 2021</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-e7625a12-7fff-48bf-ee89-84440f103e05"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m being asked if table thirty-three can incorporate thirty-four into their party.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julian looked over to see a crowd of men gathered around the larger high-boy table. “No, give it some time. St. Clair’s a good customer. Get some barstools from the back, and let’s see if he arrives.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hey, Julian. Have we heard from thirty-four? Is he coming in tonight?” Remington, another waiter, asked from about the midway point down the bar where he loaded his tray with cocktail glasses. “One of my guests wants to know.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Who wants to know?” Julian looked over to Remington’s section of tables as if a large red arrow would point him out.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The older guy at table twenty-seven.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julian’s gaze locked on that table. All the men looked older, sophisticated, well put together, and handsome. Damn.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Which one?” Julian asked.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The older one,” Remington repeated, then turned with his tray full of drinks in his hand. “Is he coming tonight?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, the Marlboro Man had built a fan club involving more than just the club’s waiters and bartenders. Julian’s possessive side stood on guard. “We’re holding the table for him, but he’s late.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julian dug into the salad with his fork, stuffing a big bite into his mouth, and reached for the untouched glass of water nearby. He chomped out his frustration that the big, tall cowboy hat wearing mystery man was building some possible hookups.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julian had watched as Beckett sat alone for hours at his table until some of the waiters were cut from their shifts and ended up joining the guy. Beckett had become a welcome patron in the club and his table a safe place for most of the guys who worked for Reservations to gather.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No, Julian hadn’t missed all the long lingering looks Beckett tossed his way. He liked the way Beckett watched him. Those intriguing brown eyes and that appealing gaze. Beckett was all man, every single inch of him. He knew that for a fact because he’d rubbed himself against all that masculinity when they’d danced.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">An unexpected sensation had Julian dropping the fork in his hand to the plate, his gaze lowering to his trouser-covered cock. Holy hell, the way it plumped painfully against his zipper had his heart thumping wildly in his chest. The damn thing did, in fact, work. How long had it been since he’d grown hard? He couldn’t remember. Tears of happiness sprung to his eyes, making him fight to swallow the lump forming in his throat. Damn, it felt good.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How much had he had to drink? Regardless of his actions over the last few days, Julian had given up alcohol. Should he have been drinking this whole time?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Boss, you good?” Ricco tapped the edge of the bar to gain Julian’s attention.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He paid the bartender no heed, not wanting to lose this moment. Julian had only had two cocktails over the last couple of hours. That meant he was practically sober, yet his cock was working again for the first time in a long while.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Under Ricco’s intense scrutiny, Julian’s cock deflated. He closed his eyes, bringing forth images of Beckett sitting alone at his table, rarely speaking to anyone. Every single time Beckett showed up or planned to leave for the night, his gaze sought out Julian. No matter how hard Julian fought the urge to turn Beckett’s way he eventually would turn, helpless to do anything but.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Beckett would smile and touch the brim of his hat. Fuck, what a sexy move. Beckett’s strong jaw and full lips, his dark tanned skin… Julian’s dick swelled at warp speed.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hell yeah. Julian was helpless to stop the tear that built enough steam to trickle down his cheek. This had to mean he was healing, right?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Julian. You good?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He opened his eyes, prepared to share with Ricco exactly why he was great right now. His hand reached to wipe away the tear when the unique scent of outdoors, sunshine, and exotic spices hit his senses. Unmistakably Beckett. He looked over to see an expansive masculine chest and broad shoulders leaning into him as Beckett busted a move to avoid a collision with one of the busboys.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julian lifted his gaze. Of course, he held all of Beckett’s undivided attention. They locked gazes for one, maybe two long seconds, before Ricco’s hand slapped down hard on the bar top, pulling Julian’s gaze toward Ricco.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What?”</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> He said the word with maybe three syllables of frustration.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ricco showed zero cares about Julian’s obvious annoyance “Are. You. Goooda?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Mind your business. Concentrate on the job you’re being paid to do.” Julian motioned to the line of waiters standing at the bar, waiting for their drinks. But even that only held his attention for the briefest of moments before he happily lowered his gaze again to his dick. The damn thing was rigidly hard, straining against his form-hugging pants. Holy fuck. The relief was staggering.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julian dropped his head between his shoulder blades, thanking the universe for this blessing.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Mr. St. Clair, we were getting worried about you,” Ricco said.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Call me Beckett.” The rich masculine timbre held hints of a deeply cultured southern accent, drawing Julian’s gaze to Beckett once again.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“A guy at one of Remington’s tables wants to buy your drinks tonight,” Ricco said to Beckett as he started to pour again. “He asked me to see if you’re interested when you came in.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julian’s head dropped forward; he couldn’t help his astonished stare. He got caught up in Beckett’s new look. Julian’s gaze narrowed to Beckett, admiring how he wore the hugely popular suit with the athletic cut. Beckett looked fashionable in a style that accented every one of his masculine curves and edges. He was clean-shaven with his hair styled and pushed back off his forehead. No cowboy hat to be found anywhere.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Which table?” Beckett asked and turned toward the grouping of tables. His body angled to look where Remington pointed to a group of three men. Julian looked down the length of Beckett’s long body. He wasn’t wearing boots tonight or a tie. Instead, his collar was unbuttoned with a small amount of fur peaking from the opening. The look suited him. Julian’s fingers twitched to run over the man’s exposed skin. He’d bet Beckett had the same dark tan all the way down that expansive chest.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Beckett was mouthwateringly gorgeous in this new look. Who would have known the man could be even more handsome than Julian remembered?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 21.6pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tonight, the man held an air of confidence that he didn’t usually have. Beckett lifted a hand to the men, grinned a sultry smile, and turned back to Ricco. “Buy his next round on me and tell him thank you, I’m flattered, but I’ve got my eye on someone else tonight.”</span></p></span></span></div>
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It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. 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She didn't have to be alone.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com</span><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><b></b></span><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.kindlealexander.com/contact-us/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbzCwO0bXlw/VYnePzIv_xI/AAAAAAAAO-A/oPwB1HNf_v8/s1600/NEWSLETTER.png" /></a><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindleAlexander/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izgHB7hEMXk/VYneQdJjguI/AAAAAAAAO_M/2KfytH7OPl8/s1600/facebook.png" /></a><a href="https://twitter.com/KindleAlexander" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDHTexgJaMI/VYneTQiP5MI/AAAAAAAAO-4/E_k3fzFyCPU/s1600/twitter.png" /></a><a href="https://amzn.to/2JXnKRF" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEYnryOtyWA/VYneP2YoQXI/AAAAAAAAO90/N7kVUos7WZA/s1600/AMAZON.png" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6421828.Kindle_Alexander" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WMFha9A2868/VYneQkZlejI/AAAAAAAAO_A/fZcbrMq0fZU/s1600/goodreads.png" /></a><a href="https://www.instagram.com/kindlealexander2.0/?hl=en" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHDR09L64vo/VYneRWeiXzI/AAAAAAAAO-Q/tQ2oZcgB9FM/s1600/instagram.png" /></a><a href="https://bookandmainbites.com/KindleAlexander" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="72" data-original-width="72" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5cDZGBw-bo/WibMybWdBcI/AAAAAAABvx4/qG4XHoR7cpgv1UC5CmxTwYpNPCS2t48VQCLcBGAs/s1600/book%252Bmain.png" /></a><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/profile/kindle-alexander" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="72" data-original-width="72" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-115p78EC8Qc/WibMykYr0zI/AAAAAAABvx8/hTW8KIAlXTcdUbWlNFCK3mtfxuXsi0NfACLcBGAs/s1600/bookbub_circle.png" /></a></span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAm1ZCzrHiQyjyRGcbD4aSbk1RE6TpzS80H7eqxuDjatU4wCJY1DFO-xY-jekbu6pTLmCyGmYw5_eradala2Y8Ia3G3-8SBOYDeu23JgvpkRcnNX1cZC38Ph2f8yj5DeLlzhG12l3yJ8gte4q4We716yTHSsjBH-HW4LY0iTz3QOjasFVtZ50Vc5B6=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="1200" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAm1ZCzrHiQyjyRGcbD4aSbk1RE6TpzS80H7eqxuDjatU4wCJY1DFO-xY-jekbu6pTLmCyGmYw5_eradala2Y8Ia3G3-8SBOYDeu23JgvpkRcnNX1cZC38Ph2f8yj5DeLlzhG12l3yJ8gte4q4We716yTHSsjBH-HW4LY0iTz3QOjasFVtZ50Vc5B6=w640-h446" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-21def912-7fff-2ee2-4c40-28953b9dd9db">Amazon international number one bestselling and award-winning author, Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer who writes contemporary gay romance. Happily married with too many children and dogs, living in the suburbs of Dallas.</span><br />
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Usually I try for funny. Humor is an important part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes can be a tricky deal. I don't want to offend anyone, and humor tends to offend. So instead, I'm going to tell you about Kindle.<br />
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I tragically lost my sixteen-year-old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been home. It was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.<br />
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That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you imagine times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have her ripped away so suddenly broke me.<br />
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Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon announced their brand new ereader. She had no idea the Kindle was coming and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it...Never happened.<br />
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Through the course of that crippling event, I was lucky enough to know my writing partner. I would have never gotten through those dark days without her unwavering support and guidance. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. For the first time, I used the hand offered. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her. It takes a special person to stand beside someone at a time like that. I will love her forever. I could go on and on about the both of them, but I won't and now you know a little more About Us.<br />
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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: The Holiday List</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Series</b>: The Script Club #4</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Lane Hayes</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>: Lane Hayes</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: December 3</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 4 - Lots of Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Male</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Synopsis</b></h1><p>The Mars maestro, the single dad, and a wish list…</p><p>Chet-</p><p>Boy, am I lucky! Finding a living situation with a houseful of passionate scientists just before the holidays is ideal in every possible way. As the newest member of the Script Club, I feel it’s important to step up and tackle the to-do list my friends would prefer to avoid. Item one, address the tutoring request from the neighborhood-hottie-slash-single-dad on the next block. I’ve got this!</p><p>Or do I?</p><p>Handsome, older, sporty gentlemen intimidate me. And Mr. McSwoony doesn’t like the holidays. This may be a daunting task.</p><p>Sam-</p><p>What do you do when a new neighbor shows up on your doorstep with cookies and a wacky plan to spread holiday cheer? I don’t need cheer, but I could use help with some of the experiments my son wants to try. I know football, not science. Hopefully, I can talk Chet into a mutually beneficial trade. The only snag is that I’m seriously attracted to my local Mars expert. He’s unintentionally charming…in the very best way.</p><p>Don’t quote me, but this holiday elf with thick glasses and a mile-long list might be exactly what I need.</p><p>The Holiday List is an MM bisexual, geek/jock romance with a holiday twist featuring a lovable scientist and a single dad who’s probably on the naughty list!</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Now-Available.jpg"><img alt="" class="aligncenter wp-image-90203" height="419" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Now-Available.jpg" width="500" /></a><b> </b></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>“Who said I was lonely? I’m not lonely. I’m just tired of being with myself. That’s not the same thing,” I argued.</p><p>“Close enough. One thing that helps me fight the blues is an immediate change of scenery,” Chet pronounced with a wide grin.</p><p>“Thanks, Doc, but Linc is coming home this week. I’m not going anywhere.”</p><p>“You don’t have to physically go anywhere. You can just switch up your routine and add—”</p><p>“Let me guess…holiday cheer?”</p><p>Chet beamed. “Yes.”</p><p>I had to give the guy credit…he was tenacious.</p><p>I couldn’t let him think he’d won too easily, though. I furrowed my brow, giving him my best cranky scowl, and huffed. “You really want to decorate my house?”</p><p>He frowned. “No. I want to reset your karma. And mine. You’ve done a good deed here tonight, and I owe you one in turn. I also owe my roommates for their kindness.”</p><p>“Putting up a tree is going to help your karma?” I snorted.</p><p>“And yours.”</p><p>Somehow, I doubted that, but I liked the idea of having an excuse to see him again. “Fine. You can decorate my house.”</p><p>Chet whooped as he jumped to his feet. “A nice noble fir would look perfect in that corner of your great room near the fireplace. But of course, closer to the window. We don’t want to worry about fire hazards. What’s your ornament situation? I’m happy to purchase some if needed. Simple red and silver balls are always nice and—”</p><p>“I’ve got plenty of balls.” I stood, testing my shoulder to be sure I didn’t do any real damage, as I met him at the door. “It’s getting late. We can talk about this later. You seem like the kind of Christmas elf who needs parameters.”</p><p>He snickered, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose. “There might be some truth to that statement.”</p><p>“Just so we’re clear, I’m not gonna want to wake up in a winter fuckin’ wonderland.”</p><p>“Right. Got it.”</p><p>I braced my hand on the doorknob, scanning the dimly lit foyer briefly. “Come over Saturday. We can talk about it then. And…you can meet Linc.”</p><p>Chet narrowed his eyes. Not gonna lie, his immediate transformation from skinny geek to bad-ass science guy was kinda hot.</p><p>“Is this trickery?”</p><p>“No, but it might be a good trade. We’ll see.” I shot a lopsided grin his way as I opened the door, pointing at the chair that knocked me on my ass. “This is not an adequate security system. I’ll give you my number. If anything seems suspicious or if you need anything, call me.”</p><p>Chet typed my contact info into his cell obediently, then pressed Call so I had his number too. Courtesy complete, he fixed me with a no-nonsense look. “Thank you. For the record, while I appreciate your help tonight, I didn’t agree to—”</p><p>“I know, I know.” I stared at him for a long moment.</p><p>This had to be one of the oddest yet most interesting nights I’d had in a while. This was probably a good time to remind myself that Chet was my neighbor. My much younger neighbor.</p><p>But damn it, he was tempting.</p><p>I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It was featherlight touch, hardly a real kiss at all. It was just enough to make him blush. Chet’s cheeks pinkened, and a flush rose low on his neck.</p><p>“Mr. Rooney…”</p><p>“Sam,” I gently reminded him. “Good night.”</p><p>Don’t ask me how I did it, but I somehow managed not to turn around as I headed down the pathway and up the street to my house. My lips twitched in amusement, giving way to a smile that grew with every step. When I finally got home, I let it fly, grinning like a madman as I chomped on a rosemary shortbread cookie made by my own personal elf.</p><p>Was I vaguely alarmed at the concept of letting him put a bunch of holiday crap up in my house? Fuck, yes, I was. Hot kiss or not, nothing was going to happen between us. And I was okay with that. Mostly.</p><p>Maybe he was just the diversion I’d needed, ’cause hanging out at home for the next couple of weeks suddenly didn’t seem so bad.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase at </b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B09GFGWLLN" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Amazon</a></h1>
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Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016, 2017, and 2018-2019 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a not quite empty nest.
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</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Release Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />A Handful of Joy<br />By Pat Henshaw</span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When does never turn into happily ever after in the search for love?</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Top accountant of Manzanita Imports in Sacramento, Ted Abbott stopped participating in the love game after he turned thirty quite a few years ago. He’s not tempted by the cute young new hires or the product reps his loyal staff suggest he ask out on a date.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chicago contractor Matt Patterson is on the verge of giving up too. He’s worked his way up from apprentice carpenter to co-owner of a thriving business. At forty-something, he’s considered a lucky catch for anybody looking for a sugar daddy, which he knows only too well.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The chance of them meeting is nil until Matt’s uncle who lived in Sacramento dies and leaves his estate to his nephew.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">After they meet in a dilapidated bar called The Roost, could their paths actually merge and become one?</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Where to next?” I asked Matt after shooting off a text to Josie.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Somewhere I can think.” He turned and looked at me. “Thank you for the assist back there. It takes me a minute when something unexpected happens. A lot of people call me slow and others call me plain old stupid.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He shook his head.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“A few of my friends at work call me ‘Give-me-a-minute-Matt’. I gotta step back and assess the situation and go over all my options before I come to a decision.” His mouth turned up in a rueful grimace. “Often people get annoyed when I do it.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Not me. I was impressed. I liked a guy who took his time and didn’t just blunder ahead like his first thought always had to be the best. Careful thought beat impetuous action as far as I was concerned.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Okay. All right.” I couldn’t leave it at that, though. “You didn’t hesitate the other night. Seemed pretty quick and direct to me. I was surprised.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">It took him a second, but he smiled a dreamy kind of grin.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah. The dance. The kiss.” He winked at me. “Not typical, so don’t get used to it.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">While we laughed softly together, I realized the easing of tension after our visit to Calvin was just what we needed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“So, beef, chicken, fish, or other?” I asked.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t care as long as it’s somewhere quiet and we can talk without getting interrupted.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">His request wasn’t as impossible as it sounded. I took him to my favorite noontime Sudoku and tea spot, a tiny café I’d dubbed The Café That Time Forgot.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">When it was built six generations back, Grumpy Gramp’s had been situated on one of the up-and-coming arterials in and out of San Francisco. Then highways had been built, with freeways not long afterward, followed by Interstate 80. The arterial receded into being a rural road, and instead of blossoming into the first of a flourishing chain of roadside cafés, Grumps, as it was affectionately called around here, became an anomaly, a family owned and operated East Bay institution.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Matt glanced at the sign over the brick building and laughed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Why’s he grumpy?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“The café’s claim to fame is locally sourced ingredients for its soups, salads, sandwiches, and pastries. The story goes that back in the early 1900s when Gramps built the café on the edge of the fields, he always helped the workers pick the produce. One day a farmer brought in a box of greens and vegetables he’d picked the night before, so they weren’t in the best shape in the morning. Grampa reamed him out, calling the guy a ‘limp asparagus’. Everyone in the café at the time thought it was hilarious. They said the place’s name should be changed. Gramma wasn’t amused but said from now on her café would be called Grumpy Grampa, not Limp Asparagus. The name stuck.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Matt was full-out belly laughing.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, God. The image. Limp asparagus.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah, I know. Not a place where any self-respecting man would want to eat. Ever.”</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>About the Author:</b></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pat Henshaw, born and raised in Nebraska, has lived on the U S’s three coasts, in Texas, Virginia, and now California. Before she retired, she held a number of jobs, including theatrical costumer, newspaper features reporter and movie reviewer, librarian, junior college English instructor, and publicist. She also loves to travel and has visited Canada, Mexico, Europe, Egypt, and Central America as well as almost all fifty US states.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now retired, she enjoys reading and writing as well as visiting her older daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren on the East Coast and playing havoc with her younger daughter’s life in NorCal. She thanks you for reading her books and wants you to remember that every day is a good day for romance.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">For more information, please visit pathenshaw.com.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-171681644122572022021-11-30T10:00:00.001-06:002021-11-30T10:00:00.217-06:00True Order by Patricia Logan - Blog Tour with Excerpt and Giveaway<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="TO Banner" class="size-full wp-image-6585 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/to-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: <br />True Order <br />By Patricia Logan</span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="freeText4351954707354001430">Bloodthirsty vamps. Dire Wolf royalty. The Prince of unicorns. What's next? All out war of course.<br /><br />When I came to Prosper Woods, the last thing I expected was to be walking into a world of magic. Horror movies at the theater hadn’t prepared me for the realization that vampires, werewolves, witches, shifters, and ghosts were real. After six months, I’ve learned to live with it and I count many odd creatures as friends, not to mention my soulmate, a vampire who makes me tremble when he kisses me.<br /><br />I’m hopelessly, helplessly in love.<br /><br />When I came to Prosper Woods, my expectations were low. I brought Robert’s bones, numerous possessions, and regret for my role in my maker’s sheer bloodlust. I also brought Robert’s ancient tomes. When Sergio showed up demanding I give him the books, I banished him with the help of a spell and a friendly witch. I never expected those books to be the source of danger to my man and our life together.<br /><br />I’m hopelessly, helplessly in love.<br /><br />When the vampire came to town, I knew things were going to change. What I didn’t expect was to become alpha of my pack and fall in love with my best friend. Werewolf royalty moved into town, bad vampires were about to go to war with us, and the biggest surprise of all…the unicorns had a king of their own. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but I want to avoid war. With Sam by my side, I’m pretty sure I can face anything.<br /><br />Because I’m hopelessly, helplessly in love.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://getbook.at/TruePrince">Universal Link</a></span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">When Mrs. Mendez had gone, I caught Sid’s eye. The old man walked over to the counter and lifted a hinged area, beckoning me to come behind it with him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“He’s in the root cellar. Go out the backdoor. As soon as you step outside, you’ll see the double doors leading down to it,” Sid said. He glanced out through the storefront window before looking back at me. “It’s just now sundown, so it should be safe.” He didn’t elaborate but I knew he meant Vincent could come out, now there was no danger from the sun.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Thanks, Sid,” I said, patting the old man on the forearm as I passed by him and headed to the back of his store. I took a deep breath as I stood at the entrance to the root cellar out in the back alley. I don’t know why I was nervous. I suppose I was afraid of being rejected. Just as I was reaching out to grab the door handle, the double doors suddenly opened, and I was looking into the bright topaz eyes of the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Vincent smiled shyly, stepped forward, and pulled me into his arms, burying his face in the side of my neck.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’ve been an utter fool, Romeo. I’m so sorry for worrying you, love.” He kissed my neck, holding his nose against a throbbing vein there, and I hugged him tightly, unbelievably relieved to have him in my arms again.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” I asked, breathing in the apple scent of his shampoo and adoring the silky feeling of his hair against my lips. “I know you’ve been out of sorts ever since getting the email a week ago.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He loosened his grip but didn’t let me go as he leaned back and stared into my eyes. “I thought…” He shook his head slowly. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I was wrong in any case.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“It matters, Vincent. Whatever it is, it matters. Tell me,” I beseeched. “I’m your mate. You know you’re safe with me as long as you’re honest, Vincent.” </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He nodded slowly. “Can we head home now? I’ll tell you all about it later. Right now, all I want to do is spend some time with you.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I sighed. He was right. I really didn’t want to open a long discussion when all I could think of was getting him naked and under me.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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</span><h2 class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <em>True Order</em>, Patricia is giving away 2 Audible Codes for True Order or an e-set of the series AND e-set of Prosper Woods Chronicles (4.5 eBooks)!</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">International bestselling author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling erotic romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house with a large family. When she’s not writing her next thriller romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon, and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she tries to type. She counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Release Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />Merry Elf-ing Christmas<br />By Beth Bolden</span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aidan might be a bad elf, but he’s never been naughty.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aidan has always landed on Santa’s nice list, thank you very much. But that doesn’t mean he’s cut out to be a North Pole elf; instead of worrying about the dwindling magic of Christmas, he’d much rather be back in Tir na Nog, calculating where the next end of the rainbow is going to land.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Instead he’s freezing his butt off in Santa’s sleigh.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">His situation seems grim despite all the decking the halls, until on Christmas Eve, during a milk and cookies run, he meets Dexter, an engineering student.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They couldn’t be more different, and Dexter couldn’t be more forbidden, but Aidan is drawn to the handsome human anyway. Over the next year, their emails start out as a entertaining way to pass the time in all his interminable elf meetings, but soon, hearing from Dex becomes the very best part of his day.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And when they meet up on the next Christmas Eve? Aidan and Dex discover that their infatuation is so much more than just attraction. If they believe in each other and in the love they share, together their magic might be powerful enough to save Christmas.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://getbook.at/MerryElf-ingChristmas">Universal Link</a></h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><strong><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59580753-merry-elf-ing-christmas">Goodreads</a></strong></h3><span style="font-size: large;"></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="elf 3 fb" class="size-full wp-image-6435 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/elf-3-fb.png" width="640" /></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">Aidan was supposed to be in Ireland.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He was supposed to be counting golden coins, buffing cauldrons and helping his boss, the vice president of Leprechaun Operations, triangulate where the end of the next rainbow would land.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Instead, he was in Santa’s sleigh.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Currently freezing his balls off.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">His friend Ronan had said that “weirder things had happened,” but Aidan wasn’t sure that there was much weirder than at the young age of sixty-seven discovering that he wasn’t meant to be at Tír na nÓg, but instead that he’d apparently been born under a unique northern star, under a particular set of circumstances—the same circumstances that a North Pole elf had once foretold would produce the Elf Who Would Save Christmas.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">AKA the Christmas Savior.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Aidan was flattered, but the truth was, he didn’t want to save Christmas.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He wanted to find the end of the next rainbow.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Santa—no, Aidan reminded himself, <i>Sam</i>, as he’d introduced himself a few weeks back, with twinkling blue eyes and a welcoming smile—turned to him. “Want to stop for a snack?” he asked.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Aidan actually didn’t. He wanted to finish this interminable night and get off this sleigh and stop shivering, <i>finally</i>.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">The magic of Christmas <i>blah blah blah</i> had lasted just about as long as it took for that first blast of arctic air to sneak up the back of his fur-lined cloak.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Sure, we could get a snack,” Aidan said instead, because he was supposed to be assisting, and as Edmund, head of the North Pole elves, had told him when he’d pulled him aside for one last hissed, hurried set of instructions, that meant Santa got whatever he wanted.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“This night,” Edmund said in that annoyingly stentorian voice of his, “is for Santa. It’s Santa’s night.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Sam,” Aidan had responded impudently, earning him one of Edmund’s trademark frosty glares. “He told me to call him Sam.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Edmund had sniffed, clearly unamused. “If that is what Santa said, then so be it.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He’d learned that much during his last six weeks in the North Pole; Santa’s word was freaking <i>law</i>.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Even the leprechauns hadn’t wielded quite so much power.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">But then with Sam, it wasn’t really power. He ruled with good old-fashioned love, inspiring an adoring crowd who would gladly trample anyone who didn’t feel the same.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">The good news was that up til now, Aidan had managed to keep his apathy under wraps.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">If Edmund or any of the other North Pole elves ever found out about it, he was screwed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Sam pulled the sleigh, powered by its flying doohicky—Edmund had forwarded him the complicated plans that he’d glanced over and understood exactly <i>zero </i>of—down through the clouds of Chicago, snow thick on the ground.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Somehow, eventually he’d have to actually be able to take the sleigh apart and put it back together, or so Edmund had told him, but he’d been given a pass since it was just his first year. Aidan wasn’t particularly looking forward to it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Invisibility was one of the elves’ greatest strengths, and their camouflaging magic helped keep the sleigh under wraps. It was the one thing the North Pole and the Tír na nÓg elves had in common: they were really good at making things disappear.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Still, you had to be careful, as Edmund had lectured Aidan about a dozen times. The sleigh might be invisible, but if they landed in a snowbank, the tracks would show. And if anyone ever bumped into it, the invisibility would fade, abruptly, exposing their secrets to humans.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">AKA The Worst Thing Ever.</span></p>
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <i>Merry Elf-ing Christmas</i>, Beth's giving you a chance to win:</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><ul><li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a $25 Amazon Gift Card</span></li><li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A signed paperback of Merry Elf-ing Christmas (US Winner)</span></li><li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e-copy of Merry Elf-ing Christmas (International Winner)!</span></li></ul><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b>About the Author:</b></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just as weird in Raleigh.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.</span></p>
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-71470116122054586522021-11-19T10:00:00.001-06:002021-11-19T10:00:00.195-06:00A No-Strings Noel by Annabelle Jacobs - Release Blitz with Giveaway<p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz9lFAvdWDHOhEff_UHTNblBqpsi9V7i54SrWUYh5KZZu-TTjMPUDxoVjRNsijdKfP0jpFxAoJEqzGm-9wt3e7xZHOSqAhTKdJdhaXnm9cQoPuS4TR0bC0Gde8rm8Ok1eaE295cDqW8k1_GlHd9gK_HtwiClWWPqSgM1eGeb39cCNaTjYUd0Wujcom=s849" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="849" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz9lFAvdWDHOhEff_UHTNblBqpsi9V7i54SrWUYh5KZZu-TTjMPUDxoVjRNsijdKfP0jpFxAoJEqzGm-9wt3e7xZHOSqAhTKdJdhaXnm9cQoPuS4TR0bC0Gde8rm8Ok1eaE295cDqW8k1_GlHd9gK_HtwiClWWPqSgM1eGeb39cCNaTjYUd0Wujcom=w640-h238" width="640" /></a><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc_Efkf_Jbs6SJimhEuTZR9O8BPr91GDKBOiQAMEVHkxQ5elGnOeQHcpVCVzDs7kEs6K3IEtYCr-9XkUaki2A3TxvqAHy7WfU7PWkJfS-wLpaVX566xsdeWjShiPoAznQtlS3hYyCD-l1HKS_hzLDzlHM2hD3tKerOwWqwKQ1vpGOvZnegA6NkRYHc=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc_Efkf_Jbs6SJimhEuTZR9O8BPr91GDKBOiQAMEVHkxQ5elGnOeQHcpVCVzDs7kEs6K3IEtYCr-9XkUaki2A3TxvqAHy7WfU7PWkJfS-wLpaVX566xsdeWjShiPoAznQtlS3hYyCD-l1HKS_hzLDzlHM2hD3tKerOwWqwKQ1vpGOvZnegA6NkRYHc=w426-h640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://bit.ly/3CEGXSU" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>ALL BUYS LINKS</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Cover Design:</b> <a href="https://natashasnowpremades.com" target="_blank">Natasha Snow</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Length:</b> 54,000 words approx.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>A week of no-strings fun in a winter wonderland setting. No consequences, no expectations, no hurt feelings. Right?</b><br /><br /><b>Henry: </b><br /><br />Finding his boyfriend in a compromising position leaves him with a week off work and no holiday to go on.<br />A night of vodka, ice cream, and his sister’s sympathetic ear is the only way to deal with it.<br />It’s also how he finds himself on holiday alone a few weeks later, at an English holiday village in the countryside, surrounded by Christmas cheer and happy families.<br /><br />He’s expecting a week of relaxing days and early nights, doing his own thing, and taking some time for himself. And hopefully finding some festive spirit along the way, because it’s sorely lacking at the moment.<br /><br />What he’s not expecting is Dom.<br /><br /><b>Dom: </b><br /><br />Coming to somewhere so familiar soothes his broken heart after yet another failed attempt at finding someone to settle down with. He’s ready. They never are.<br /><br />Seeing a lost-looking stranger on the first day of his holiday triggers his protective instincts, so he steps in to give him some helpful advice.<br />Who knew that advice would mean they end up spending the day and then the whole week together? But he figures a holiday fling is exactly what he needs to get through this slump: no expectations, no misunderstandings, no heartbreak.<br />Or that was the plan.<br />He knows Henry wants more, but he doesn’t trust himself where his heart’s concerned.<br />He doesn’t trust Henry not to break it.<br /><br /><i>A Christmas MM romance featuring a meet-cute, a sexy holiday fling, a meddling but awesome sister, a teeny bit of angst, and a festive HEA.</i></span><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6E15Bab740eWB9Z0nynYgXT83pH4NFANeeWeYAEz9j3jYcykrpfAGrxXBy3kGEla9gFi7z4Ok7eTqBcr2P-rlAcjcZzriyjQq-HfPudIHHTwNiuGwPVJdoKD9z85B8QAtQ0QygvLJDmpdT1iAznokpBOfozUGDKjUjz37gwG-941osz5GbK1AjASi=s1500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6E15Bab740eWB9Z0nynYgXT83pH4NFANeeWeYAEz9j3jYcykrpfAGrxXBy3kGEla9gFi7z4Ok7eTqBcr2P-rlAcjcZzriyjQq-HfPudIHHTwNiuGwPVJdoKD9z85B8QAtQ0QygvLJDmpdT1iAznokpBOfozUGDKjUjz37gwG-941osz5GbK1AjASi=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Annabelle Jacobs</b> lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They're usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end. <br /><br />Twitter – <a href="https://twitter.com/AJacobs_fiction">https://twitter.com/AJacobs_fiction</a> <br />Website – <a href="http://www.annabellejacobs.com/">www.annabellejacobs.com</a> <br />Email – ajacobsfiction@gmail.com <br />Facebook - <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ajacobsfiction">https://www.facebook.com/ajacobsfiction</a> </span><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div>
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<script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script>Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-42646667734456596532021-11-19T09:00:00.005-06:002021-11-19T09:00:00.231-06:00The Fires of Daytime by Drea Roman - Release Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="FOD Banner" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-6459" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/fod-banner.png" width="640" /> </span><br /></p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />The Fires of Daytime<br />by Drea Roman</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></h1><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="247087648_623800301955149_5795756509396539841_n" class="size-full wp-image-6456 aligncenter" height="864" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/247087648_623800301955149_5795756509396539841_n.jpg" width="540" /></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Worlds collide, sparks fly, and these new mates will have to use all the wits the gods gave them to survive the fires of daytime.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just because Calvin Carter plays an omega on the long-running soap opera, The Blazing Inferno, doesn't mean he is one in real life. Right?</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Daytime drama spills from the sound stage into Calvin's life when he is rescued by a hunky fireman who claims, in his deep, sexy voice, that the human is his mate. And that was just on Monday!</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Having arrived in Valleywood the day before, Xander hasn't even explored the magical movie making city, when a fire on the set of a studio lot leads him to the rescue of his fated mate.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When Calvin's precocious costar is kidnapped for real, he and Xander are going to need some magical help to save the day.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Join Xander, the hunky fireman with the deep voice, and Calvin, the plucky soap star, as their lives turn into the sweeps week from hell. Will they crash and burn? Or light up the Valleywood skies in a blaze of glory and soap opera magic?</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>The Fires of Daytime is book ten of the brand new Valleywood series, where magic and the silver screen unite.</em></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Xander: A Fireman to the Rescue</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> “So that’s pretty much it for the station tour, Xander. Got any questions?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> I shake my head and smile, holding out my hand to shake Ronald’s. The outgoing station chief has made my transition into my new position as painless as possible. “Not that I can think of right now, Captain.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> The older Irishman winks at me and slaps me on the back instead of taking my head. “None of that formality crap around here, son. Anyway, I’m not the captain or the fire chief here anymore. You are.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> I nod, my horse prancing proudly inside my mind. It was his idea, after all, so he ought to be proud of himself. Without his insistence that we needed to change to our perfectly organized life, I would still be back at the Vale Valley Fire Station with my friends and family. My human heart pangs at the distance from home, but my stallion shakes it off with a snort that comes out of my human mouth as a laugh.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> “Quite right. That’s going to take some getting used to, I’m sure.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> Ronald chuckles and gives me another hearty slap on the back. Before he can say another word, the station siren screams, the initial blast followed by three short peals. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> The old chief snaps into motion and I follow him as he jumps on the pole in the middle of the second floor and slides down to the first. As soon as my feet hit the floor, Ronald throws a jacket at me. “Nothing like a rager to break you in on your first day.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> “What do the three extra bells mean?” I ask as I shove on fire pants, kick off my cowboy boots, and jam my socked feet into a random pair of fire boots I am pleasantly surprised to find actually fit. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> “All hands on-deck.”</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <em>The Fires of Daytime</em>, Drea is giving away a $5 Amazon Voucher!<br />Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-47291285740678786292021-11-18T10:00:00.001-06:002021-11-18T10:00:00.236-06:00It's Complicated by Kindle Alexander - Cover Reveal <p> </p><h2 class="null" style="text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-29d22af1-7fff-9b40-8d8e-6d7164503ba1"><img height="144" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/f0Gl0FYc0UAUifdAs20iEJR1Iv3SyU9IGEXjheMkOwh5r2AB7A5H1y4VlTbnpTjVft7bSF6YEVBewH6Ktj1CaQXoZ-qfO2RdsfC3pHvpjvHTWlwcvdrqik_l4JzGtYV2sGnl8z1V" style="margin-top:0px;" width="480" /></span><br />
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Entrepreneur Beckett St. Clair built an industry-leading survivalist training company through hard work and dedication. The tough as nails outdoorsman can navigate any situation or so he thinks...A chance encounter with a guarded night club manager leaves him tumbling head over heels into uncharted territory.<br />
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One man is lost to his past, the other dreams of a future.<br />
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-29d22af1-7fff-9b40-8d8e-6d7164503ba1">Amazon international number one bestselling and award-winning author, Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer who writes contemporary gay romance. Happily married with too many children and dogs, living in the suburbs of Dallas.</span><br />
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Usually I try for funny. Humor is an important part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes can be a tricky deal. I don't want to offend anyone, and humor tends to offend. So instead, I'm going to tell you about Kindle.<br />
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I tragically lost my sixteen-year-old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been home. It was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.<br />
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That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you imagine times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have her ripped away so suddenly broke me.<br />
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Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon announced their brand new ereader. She had no idea the Kindle was coming and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it...Never happened.<br />
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Through the course of that crippling event, I was lucky enough to know my writing partner. I would have never gotten through those dark days without her unwavering support and guidance. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. For the first time, I used the hand offered. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her. It takes a special person to stand beside someone at a time like that. I will love her forever. I could go on and on about the both of them, but I won't and now you know a little more About Us.<br />
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</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Release Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />The Best Gift<br />By Eli Easton</span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>With help from a Christmas miracle, two bruised hearts find joy again.</em></strong></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Greg Cabot is the third generation to run Cabot’s Christmas Wonderland and tree farm in rural Vermont. But this year will be his last. Since the death of his son, Sam, in Afghanistan, Greg no longer has the heart to run a business based on holiday cheer. When he picks up a hitchhiking soldier on a snowy night, he finds the help he needs to get his farm through the holidays—and maybe much more.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sergeant Robbie Sparks doesn’t have much to be thankful for this holiday season. Badly wounded in Afghanistan, he’s spent the last eight months in recovery and was discharged after ten years of service. When fate lands him at Cabot’s tree farm, he feels like he’s fallen into a snow globe reality. Friendly people, gorgeous trees, lots of Christmas kitsch… and Greg Cabot.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>December 1, 2017</em></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>Greg</em></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh Come All Ye Faithful,” the one with the glorious trumpets, was playing over the PA system when I looked around for the next customer. There wasn't one. I couldn't believe it at first, walking from the baler, where I netted Christmas trees, down a row of Scotch pine, Douglas fir, and Norway spruce, and back around to the central clearing and the Cabot's Christmas Wonderland store. But the crowds had cleared out. Only a few customers lingered among the rows.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Something wet landed on my cheek. They were numb from being outdoors all day, but I felt the damp. I glanced up. Fat flakes floated down from the late afternoon sky like a million tiny parachutes.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I smiled at the sight and, for just a moment, indulged myself, continuing to stare up at the leaden pink sky and the descending slow-motion avalanche.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"It wasn't supposed to snow."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I looked down to see Tori standing next to me, hands on her hips, face tilted up. Her shiny black hair, which fell straight to her shoulders, collected snowflakes like the fur of a black cat. Her short, plump figure was clad in a black puffer coat and, over it, a red and green Cabot's apron.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"Sure wasn't in the forecast," I agreed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"And this ain't no light stuff. These goose feathers'll pile up fast."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"Yup." A thought occurred to me. "Damn it. I was gonna make a trip to the bank today."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"Well you'd best go and do it before the roads get bad."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"I can't leave you and Roscoe and Lucy here alone. What if there's another rush?"</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Tori gave me a look. "It's a Friday, and it's only December first. No one's desperate enough to come out in this weather. It's already cleared out, in case you haven't noticed."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I looked around again. She was right. The parking lot only had a few cars in it. How long had it been snowing, and I'd not even noticed? I glanced down. The ground under my feet had a good inch already.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Since Sam's death, last February, I lost things sometimes. Long minutes. Whole hours. I'd been netting trees and carrying them out to cars on autopilot for God knew how long. A wave of guilt swamped me. Had I even said two words to my customers? They didn't come all the way to Cabot's, home of holiday cheer, to be served by a morose robot.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Tori laid a hand on my arm and spoke gently. "Do the bank run, boss. Me and Roscoe and Lucy'll be fine."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"Okay," I said, because my chest was tight, and I suddenly wanted to get out of there so I could breathe. But the thing about escaping was, I always had to come back. All roads led to Cabot's for me. At least for now. "Hey, if it's still snowing like this by the time I get back, we'll close early so you guys can get home."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"Sure, boss. I'll start tidying up."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I went into the store. There were only two customers browsing the ornaments, lights, wreaths, and other assorted Christmas paraphernalia. I greeted Roscoe, a good man in his 40s who’d worked for Cabot’s for twenty years. His sweet smile and eagerness to please more than made up for his intellectual disability. He ran the till in the store every day we were open and loved to tell customers about the different ornaments we carried.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"Did you see it's snowing, Greg?" Roscoe asked me, looking between me and windows at the front of the store.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"I sure did. Heavy too. I'm gonna run to the bank, and then maybe we'll close early."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"'Cause the roads get bad when it snows a lot. And it's not good to drive on 'em."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"That's right. I'll be back as soon as I can."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"Okay! Watch out for the snow."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"You know to call me if you need any help, right?" I reminded him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">"Your number is in my phone. But you shouldn't talk on the phone when you're driving, Greg."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I gave Roscoe a little smile. "I promise I'll pull over. Just let me know if you run into any problems."</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I knew they wouldn't. Tori and Roscoe were both as dependable as the sunrise in Vermont, the leaves in the fall, or the snow in the wintertime. But, like my father and grandfather before me, it was in my nature to worry about Cabot's. Though soon, it wouldn't be any longer.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">The thought sent icy prickles through my blood as I took off my Cabot's apron and hung it up in the employee's kitchen, grabbed the past few days receipts from the small office safe, then left through the side door.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Fresh snow, marred only by my boots, was already thick on the long sidewalk that went around a stand of American Holly to the house, and on the cement steps to the side entry. The way was so familiar—trodden a million times in the course of my forty-three years—that I knew every crack and bump even when it was buried in white.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Inside the house, I turned up the heat. It would be nice to come back to a warm house. I thought about changing from my sheepskin-lined wool work coat, which was always dotted with pine needles and tree sap, but decided against it. I didn't care how I looked, hadn't bothered to cut my shoulder-length dark hair in over a year, and the beard I'd let grow rampant was more about depression than fashion. I just brushed sawdust off my jeans in the mud room and stomped snow off my boots as best I could. Then I went through the kitchen, grabbing my keys, and down the hall to the front door.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I opened it and froze. On the braided doormat, safe under the porch overhang, was a package. The postman must have dropped it off, but I couldn't think of anything I'd ordered. I bent to pick it up, then sucked in a sharp breath. The package was the size of a large book, wrapped in plain brown paper. My name and address was written on the front in a familiar hand.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">The pain struck so hard I bent all the way over and laid a hand on the porch floor to keep from falling. I squeezed my eyes shut and took deep breaths. I was still learning the contours of this grief for Sam. I'd grieved when my grandparents died, and then my parents. But the grief of losing my only child was a monstrous thing. Even ten months on, it lurked like a malevolent bird, never far away, and swooped in to tear into my guts or heart when I least expected it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Pull it together. Sam wouldn't want this.</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">A low moan sounded from somewhere, probably me, and I steeled myself. I opened my eyes and picked up the package. It <em>was</em> from Sam. Why had it taken so long to arrive? But mail was strange, especially when it involved the military. Maybe it had gotten lost. Maybe Sam had addressed it, and it had been mislaid and never mailed until someone found it recently and sent it. Anything was possible.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Godstone Saga, Book 2</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Caelan wants his throne back.</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The bargain has been struck, and it’s time to return home.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But the situation is worse in Erya than he previously suspected.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now he has to fight for his birthright, and maybe get a little revenge in the process.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Breath of Life <em>is the second book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, gods with secret plans, hidden romance, a prince set on revenge, magic, and lots of delicious angst.</em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Rayne, does it ever stop being exhausting?” Caelan asked quietly.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">His advisor kept his eyes moving around the area, searching for attackers, but he tilted his head at Caelan to indicate that he was listening. “What’s that?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Wondering if you can trust someone.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I learned long ago to work under the assumption that no one is trustworthy until you understand exactly what they want most in life.” He paused and the hint of a smile lightened his expression. “However, the exhaustion fades when you surround yourself with the few people you can trust without question. Lean on them and let them protect you.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“We’ve got you, Cael,” Drayce added.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">The next breath was easier, and so was the one after that. They had his back both figuratively and literally. Their goal was the same—the protection and salvation of Erya.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Eno turned toward them and nodded. Drayce started first, a gun in one hand. As they reached Tomas, the Royal Guard nodded briefly and led them down another street and through the side entrance of a small warehouse. Caelan thought he caught a glimpse of some armed men on the rooftops, watching the street, but they were past them too fast to get a good count.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Stepping inside, Caelan nearly tripped at the sight of at least fifty men and women spread around the open space. Their clothes were worn, dirty, and ragged. Too many of them looked painfully thin, their faces too gaunt. Soldiers and citizens left to fight for their homes on too little food. Caelan needed to fix this now.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Your Majesty,” Tomas said, jerking Caelan’s gaze to him. The old soldier had dropped to one knee, his right hand pressed to his chest over his heart, and his head bowed. “My life for Erya. My blood for the crown. My soul for the Godstone.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">A wave crashed through the room as every man and woman dropped to a knee and repeated the vow. It was the same vow every soldier gave when they entered the Royal Guard. They lived it. As long as they were a Royal Guard, they were expected to give everything to the protection of Erya, the crown, and the Godstone. It was why none of them dared to marry until after they retired from service. They allowed nothing to come between them and the vow.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Caelan was left shaken to his very core. It was as if all the air had been sucked from the room and a thousand-pound weight had settled on his shoulders. This was what it meant to be king. Their lives were in his hands. From this day forward, his every decision would impact whether these people lived or died. He vowed that he would never take that responsibility lightly.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Placing a hand on Tomas’s shoulder, Caelan squeezed it and fought for air so he could finally say, “Rise, Captain Tomas Soto. Erya accepts your life. The crown cherishes your blood. The Goddess blesses your soul.”</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Godstone Saga, Book 1</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Everything Caelan knows about his world is a lie.</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A war is brewing. As the crown prince of Erya, it’s only natural that Caelan is sent on a secret diplomatic mission to support one of the kingdom’s allies. With his advisor, his bodyguard, and his best friend as traveling companions, what could go wrong?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everything.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everything goes wrong.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now they are on the run, dodging assassins, setting secret meetings, and even making deals with a sleeping god.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, this is probably a really bad time to cave to feelings he’s been fighting for his best friend. But Drayce has owned his heart for more years than he can count and if he’s going to die, shouldn’t he have just one kiss?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The fate of the world is on the line, and only Caelan holds the power to save them all.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Steal the Wind <em>is the first book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, secrets, cranky gods, hidden romance, a prince on the run, a possessive ex-boyfriend, magic, and lots of delicious angst.</em></span></p>
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">New York Times Bestselling author Jocelynn Drake loves a good story, whether she is reading it or writing one of her own. Over the years, her stories have allowed her to explore space, talk to dragons, dodge bullets with assassins, hang with vampires, and fall in love again and again.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This former Kentucky girl has moved up, down, and across the U.S. with her husband. Recently, they’ve settled near the Rockies.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When she is not hammering away at her keyboard, she can be found walking her dog Ace or playing video games. She loves Bruce Wayne, Ezio Auditore, travel, tattoos, explosions, and fast cars.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She is the author of the urban fantasy series: The Dark Days series and the Asylum Tales. She recently completed a gay romantic suspense series called The Exit Strategy about two assassins falling in love and trying to create a life together as well as a paranormal romance series following a family of vampires called the Lords of Discord.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: Take You There</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Series</b>: Second Chance Omegas #4</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Willa Okati</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>: Changeling Press, LLC</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: November 12, 2021</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 4 - Lots of Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Male</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 103 pages</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Romance, Fantasy, New Adult, Mpreg, Action Adventure, Second Chance Romance, Gay, Single Parents/Pregnancy, Medical Romance, Urban Fantasy, paranormal romance</p>
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</h2><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Synopsis</b></h1><p>Thoughtful, quiet, and just a wee bit on the dryly sarcastic side, Ethan teaches music at the university in Second Chance. With barely enough time to breathe between hysterical students and faculty shenanigans, he’s not looking for Mr. Right -- just Mr. Right Now -- and only when the moment calls for it. The beautiful man who calls himself “Blue” in a quick, dirty alley encounter should have satisfied him. But now Ethan can’t get Blue out of his mind, and can’t seem to stop looking for him.</p><p>Carter --”Blue” when he wants to stay anonymous -- wears his scars on the inside, but they’re deep and still bleeding. He doesn’t venture far outside his antique & pawn shop unless he’s desperate for someone to touch and hold him and make him feel good for a little while. He promised himself he would never want more again. The smoldering musician who caught his eye, and what they did in the alley, should have been enough. That should have been the end of it.</p><p>It wasn’t. It isn’t. Their encounter left him pregnant, and he’s been frozen since then, not knowing how to break free of his shell or what he should do. Until Ethan finds him -- and then, everything changes. Again.</p><p>Author’s Note: Also featuring Oscar, everybody’s favorite sarcastic best friend. We all need an Oscar in our lives.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1>
<p><strong>Take You There (Second Chance Omegas 4)<br />Willa Okati<br />All rights reserved.<br />Copyright ©2021 Willa Okati</strong></p><p>Was there a place like this in Second Chance?</p><p>Of course there was. Carter’s lips curved wryly around the rim of the highball glass he held to his lips. There was always a place like this no matter where you went. It just depended on whether who you asked knew what you wanted. And if you wanted a bar that didn’t serve chicken wings but did pour good beer and better tequila and top-shelf vodka, you wanted the bar called <em>Speakeasy</em>, just off Main Street. You could only get in through the back door and only if you knew where and how to knock, but once you did…</p><p>It wasn’t a place where everyone knew your name, but for most people there, that wasn’t even close to the point and sometimes --</p><p>Carter kept to himself when he could, lived silently and solitary, and he’d chosen that kind of life on purpose. It was better that way. Safer. He could watch his twelve and his six, and he could walk away from anything before it overwhelmed him. But sometimes --</p><p>Sometimes, he needed this.</p><p>Tucked quietly and carefully in one corner of the room, he kept the rim of a glass of tequila at his mouth, but only for show; he’d already sipped his way through two shots. Enough to work the tension out of his knotted muscles, but not so much that he’d do something he’d regret in the morning. Or if he did, to know it’d been worth it.</p><p>Carter’s hand spasmed around his glass, remembering it all too keenly, and knew he’d keep remembering until --</p><p>He should have turned the radio at his antique-slash-junk shop workbench off as soon as the first broadcast about the quarry disaster came through, but it’d caught him before he could switch the app off and he’d been lost. Drowning in it. He’d spent the day ignoring a workbench full of things that needed repairing, fixated on the steady voice of the broadcaster droning on and on and on with the lists of missing, injured, dead. On and on and on. Heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak, and he’d felt them all. Even now he could feel the echoes in his chest, cracking with each one --</p><p>He <em>knew</em> better.</p><p>Carter rubbed the heel of his palm against his eyes. He’d always been like that, ever since he was a kid. <em>Too sensitive, even if he’s probably going to be an Omega</em>, they’d said. <em>Strange, even for someone with -- you know</em> -- his <em>kind of bloodline, and everyone knows how</em> they <em>are</em>.</p><p>So.</p><p>He’d taken that to heart too. He’d learned how to turn himself off -- but too well. Even if he hadn’t intended it, he’d gone too far in the other direction. Unless he was as careful as careful could be and didn’t slip up as he had with the radio, it took him so long to warm up to people and let them in that it turned them off, made them look at him oddly and give him a wide berth.</p><p>What’d happened today at the quarry wasn’t about him. Carter knew that.</p><p>But if he ever wanted to sleep again, he needed this.</p><p>Carter tilted his head back and gulped, letting the whole shot burn its way down his throat. He came up breathless, but -- better. Much better, even if it left him gasping and with his heart pounding. He lightly thumped the heel of his shoe on wooden floorboards worn smooth from years of others doing the same. The owner, who set the playlists every night, had a sense of occasion. No wailing jazz or mournful blues tonight. Just hard, driving beats that made a man want to shout, stomp his boots, pump his fists to the sky.</p><p>To dance, and --</p><p>To erase everything except feeling good for a little while. To fuck.</p><p><em>Fuck</em>, no playing around, no sugarcoating it. A soundtrack like this demanded hard kisses and hands on harder bodies from anyone who was willing, who was able, and who was old enough to know better but still didn’t give a damn.</p><p>But who?</p><p>Carter ran a finger around the rim of his glass as he searched the room and sorted through his options. The locals all knew him here. He had to do his hunting among the new-to-town men, but there were plenty. Firemen and rescue crews who’d done their jobs and been turned loose to celebrate, for one. Graduate students, a whole crop of them.</p><p>A few who weren’t nearly so easy to pin down. Those were the ones he wanted. Carter wanted that, to chase after the distraction they provided.</p><p>Or to be chased, instead. That was new.</p><p>Carter could feel one of them watching him. Staring at him. He wasn’t sure how long the man had been looking. He might have started while Carter emptied his glass and had his throat on display; that would have piqued any Alpha’s interest. Slowly, slowly, he swept the room, searching.</p><p>Finding.</p><p><em>There</em>. Someone he’d never seen before. An Alpha in a dark green shirt, well-worn jeans that hugged his ass, and scuffed leather boots. Long hair pulled up in a messy knot -- to hell with fashion for this guy, he clearly liked what he liked and he liked his man-bun -- and a feral grin. Lean as a lone wolf in early spring but lined with lean muscle and blessed with a sense of rhythm. He’d probably had just as many drinks as Carter, or more, but he could still keep up with the beat, swinging his hips and raising his hands to the roof.</p><p>When Carter met his hot, interested stare, the Alpha raised an eyebrow in both dare and invitation.</p><p>Yes. That. <em>Him</em>.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase</b></h1>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Meet the Author
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Willa Okati (AKA Will) is made of many things: imagination, coffee, stray cat hairs, daydreams, more coffee, kitchen experimentation, a passion for winter weather, a little more coffee, a whole lot of flowering plants and a lifelong love of storytelling. Will's definitely one of the quiet ones you have to watch out for, though he -- not she anymore -- is a lot less quiet these days.
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-27265214912806953322021-11-03T10:00:00.001-05:002021-11-03T10:00:00.226-05:00Elliot, Song of the Soulmate by Anyta Sunday - Blog Tour with Excerpt and Giveaway<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="ESOTS BT Banner" class="size-full wp-image-6187 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2021/10/esots-bt-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />Elliot, Song Of The Soulmate<br />By Anyta Sunday</span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love, Austen (Book 5)</span></h2><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>When you have the love of your life, you hold on tight.</strong></em><br /><em><strong>You don’t let go.</strong></em></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Debate champ extraordinaire Elliot Anneston is a master in persuasion. He wins at everything. Until he meets sexy Scottish transfer Wentworth McAllister. Suddenly he doesn’t know what’s up and what’s up. The world is a whirlwind of feeling, and when it comes to the debate of his life, to lose is inevitable. How can he not, when his argument is a lie?<br />I can’t love you. I don’t.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>When you lose the love of your life, you don’t get a second chance.</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Or do you?</strong></em></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Elliot, Song Of The Soulmate" is a contemporary gay retelling of Jane Austen's "Persuasion".</em></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Annnnd, excuse us.” Elliot cuffed Wentworth around the arm and pulled. And pulled. “Yeah, you’re going to have to move, big boy.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Big boy?” Wentworth looked intrigued.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Stop it.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Man, the big boy bit was all you.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You make me funny in the head.” Elliot pulled more insistently and Wentworth folded into it, allowing himself to be dragged out into the foyer. The heat under the soft material of his sweater made Elliot’s hand feel weirdly light. He let go hurriedly. “We can’t be friends now.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Why not?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’d never be able to bring you home and look my mum in the face again.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You can always hang out on The Frederick. My houseboat.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Elliot halted. “Your what now?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Dad and Jane and I live on a boat. I have no problems bringing you home and looking him in the face.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t swim. I’m not hopping on a boat.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Wentworth was once again leaning against a wall, one foot crossed over the other, arms folded, lazy smile tipping his lips. “If we cannae hang oot at your place, and you wullnae set foot on mine . . .”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Exactly! Whatever weird fancy you had here, it’s a lost cause.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Wentworth narrowed his eyes in concentration. “Elliot?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He pushed off the wall; it halved the distance between them to a foot. One silly little foot, and it was both the shortest and the longest distance of Elliot’s life. Their eyes met. Such a brilliant, midnight blue . . .</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’m a very stubborn guy. Think of me like an oak, roots deep in the ground. Immoveable. When I make my mind up about something, I see it through. And my mind was made up last night. I want—”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“To get to know me,” Elliot finished for him, hands on hips, frowning.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes, but more than that.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You want to be my friend.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“More than that.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“My best friend?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Wentworth shook his head.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Elliot froze and whispered, “My boyfriend?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Wentworth paused, and again shook his head. Elliot wrung out a relieved breath. Electricity shot around his body at the mere <em>thought </em>of being Wentworth’s boyfriend. Unbearable.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, unbearable. But . . . Also thrilling?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Wentworth met Elliot’s eye. “I want to be your husband.”</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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</span></div><p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of Elliot, Song of the Soulmate, Anyta is giving away an e-set of the "Love, Austen" Series so far (5 eBooks)!</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">
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</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>About the Author:<br /></strong>I'm a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some of my favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I write a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of emotion, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My books have been translated into German, Italian, French, Spanish, and Thai.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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Contact: <a class="text-blue underline" href="http://www.anytasunday.com/about-anyta/" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">http://www.anytasunday.com/about-anyta/</a><br />Sign up for Anyta's newsletter and receive a free e-book:<br /><a class="text-blue underline" href="http://www.anytasunday.com/newsletter-free-e-book/" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">http://www.anytasunday.com/newsletter-free-e-book/</a><strong><br /></strong></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Contact Anyta:<br /></strong>Join my Facebook group to chat all things Slow Burn Romance:<br /><a class="text-blue underline" href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlowBurnSundays/" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlowBurnSundays/</a></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06637338697220136550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500617692437208959.post-84769784326083710652021-11-02T10:00:00.003-05:002021-11-02T10:00:00.252-05:00Ice Angels by Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood - Release Blitz with Excerpt & Giveaway<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/Ice-Angels-Blitz-Banner.png"><img class="alignnone wp-image-89691 size-full" height="237" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/Ice-Angels-Blitz-Banner.png" width="640" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: Ice Angels</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>: Wainscott Press</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: 10/29/2021</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 3 - Some Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Male</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 200</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Romance, Gay hockey romance, Gay holiday romance</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Synopsis</b></h1>
<p><strong>Drew and Cleevs love hockey, but they love each other more. How can the men find a way to save what matters most?</strong></p><p>Todd Cleever and Drew Simon are crazy about each other. They started dating three years ago when “Cleevs” was a rookie defenseman for the Chicago Ice. Drew, the team’s captain, was a few years older than Cleevs. Both men were deep in the closet, but it didn’t take long for them to fall in love.</p><p>Cleevs was traded to the Bethesda Barracudas a year later, causing a heartbreaking separation. Ever since, they’ve skated around the problem with occasional stolen nights together and brief vacations under the guise of “friends,” but two years of living apart have taken their toll.</p><p>As the holiday approaches, Drew and Cleevs decide things have to change. Still, with their careers and two professional hockey teams in the way, how can they score the game-winning goal and save everything they cherish most?</p><p>If you like fierce love, a smallish age gap, exciting hockey, and a steely determination to make things work—not to mention enough steam to fog up all your windows and a fantastic HEA—this is the book for you. The novella contains about 43,000 words of sparkling holiday romance.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>I arrived at the Hilton about three o’clock. Todd wasn’t due for another couple of hours, so I took a shower and dressed in jeans and an Ice T-shirt. Afterward, I switched on the TV but was too excited to be still, and I must have walked back and forth to the window a hundred times. When the news came on, I settled into a chair to watch. Someone knocked on the door a few minutes later.</p><p>Running over, I pulled it open, and there he was. Wearing a gray peacoat and matching beanie, with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, Todd looked like a Hollywood heartthrob. He broke into a crooked grin.</p><p>“Hey.” My breath had caught in my throat, and I couldn’t get anything else out. “Hey.”</p><p>My pulse raced as my sight and hearing went into overdrive. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.</p><p>“Drew? You think I could come in?”</p><p>“Oh yeah.” I grinned and stepped aside. “Please.”</p><p>He rolled his suitcase in and set it and his messenger bag beside the dresser while I made sure the door was locked. When I turned, he placed a finger on the tip of my nose and traced it down to my lips. “You get more beautiful every time I see you.”</p><p>“I’m so glad you’re here.”</p><p>He reached for me, and I relaxed into the safety of his arms. The relief of being held was profound. As a hockey player and captain of all my teams since high school, I’d always had to be</p><p>strong. Before I met Todd, as a closeted gay man, I rarely had hookups because there was too much risk of being recognized. When I occasionally met up with someone, what we did wasn’t about affection or support; it was about getting off.</p><p>“Love you, Drew.</p><p>“Oh, Todd.” I nibbled his lip, and when he hugged me tighter and kissed me, the heavy burden of my loneliness fell away. I relaxed for the first time in a while.</p><p>“I’m happy you could come and spend the night,” he whispered between kisses. I leaned back to look at him. His face was flushed, and his eyes were already dark with arousal. Sliding a hand up his back, I cupped his head. His mouth twitched as I moved in, and he moaned softly when our lips touched. I pressed against him, not ready for the moment to end but needing more.</p><p>Slowly, he glided his hands down my back to my butt, and we teased each other. When he licked my lips and probed softly, I opened for him. His tongue reassured me somehow, and I sucked it while my senses did somersaults. Hints of cedarwood and iris, mixed with his soft musk, surrounded me. We were both hard, and a thrill flickered up my spine as we rubbed our cocks together. Tiny, needy sounds filled the air while we enjoyed a taste of what was to come. I pulled away, took his hand, and started toward the bed. “Come with me.” He didn’t move, and I turned to look at him.</p><p>“I should shower. It’s been a long day, and I’m not at my freshest.”</p><p>Taking a step forward, I gave him another kiss and whispered, “I like you this way, remember? My sweaty D-man.”</p><p>He gulped a breath. “Lead on, then.”</p><p>We took our time undressing each other. When I removed Todd’s shirt, I gaped at his impressive physique as always: brawny arms, massive pecs, and a rippling six-pack. A large tattoo, a beautiful depiction of a wolf in the forest, ran from the nape of his neck to the middle of his back. Todd said it symbolized loyalty and family, as well as a willingness to become ferocious to protect what was dear to him. He’d told me he wanted to have one about us done on his chest—over his heart—and we’d design it together when our relationship was no longer a secret.</p><p>ICE ANGELS Copyright © 2021 Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood. All Rights Reserved.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase at <a href="https://us.amazon.com/Ice-Angels-Ryan-Taylor-ebook/dp/B09HP4W91Q" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/books/ice-angels-by-joshua-harwood-and-ryan-taylor" rel="noopener" target="_blank">BookBub</a>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Meet the Authors
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl8WrYOqCRs/YXgZXYMVDWI/AAAAAAAAErM/v5jFIatMWs4K5qU3jiWinDU_6_-pKm9_gCNcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Authors%2BBio%2BPic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl8WrYOqCRs/YXgZXYMVDWI/AAAAAAAAErM/v5jFIatMWs4K5qU3jiWinDU_6_-pKm9_gCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/Authors%2BBio%2BPic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood met in law school and were married in 2017. They live in a suburb of Washington, DC and share their home with a big, cuddly German shepherd. Ryan and Josh enjoy travel, friends, and advocating for causes dear to their hearts. Ryan also loves to swim, and Josh likes to putter in the garden whenever he can. The romance they were so lucky to find with each other inspires their stories about love between out and proud men.
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</span><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: <br />Steal The Wind <br />By Jocelynn Drake</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br /></span></h1><span style="font-size: large;">
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Godstone Saga, Book 1</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Everything Caelan knows about his world is a lie.</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A war is brewing. As the crown prince of Erya, it’s only natural that Caelan is sent on a secret diplomatic mission to support one of the kingdom’s allies. With his advisor, his bodyguard, and his best friend as traveling companions, what could go wrong?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everything.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everything goes wrong.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now they are on the run, dodging assassins, setting secret meetings, and even making deals with a sleeping god.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, this is probably a really bad time to cave to feelings he’s been fighting for his best friend. But Drayce has owned his heart for more years than he can count and if he’s going to die, shouldn’t he have just one kiss?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The fate of the world is on the line, and only Caelan holds the power to save them all.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Steal the Wind <em>is the first book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, secrets, cranky gods, hidden romance, a prince on the run, a possessive ex-boyfriend, magic, and lots of delicious angst.</em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I know Drayce drives you insane, but your skill and experience in the field will help Drayce immensely. If you want him to be a skilled protector, he needs to see one in action.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">A slow grin spread across Eno’s lips as he stared at Rayne. He leaned a little closer to the man on his left, his voice dropping. “Would you like it if I took you under my wing as well?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">The flush that had started to dissipate returned, and his eyes went wide. His lips parted into a small O but no sound came out except a sort of choking. Rayne Laurent was adorable when he was flustered. Was it strange that Eno lived for this? That pull to lean in those last few inches and capture that soft, surprised mouth in a long, drugging kiss grew stronger. He wanted to feel all the stiffness leave Rayne’s tense frame and have him melt into his body.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Awareness sparked between them, and Rayne licked his bottom lip. It was almost like waving a red flag in front of a bull. He was tired of holding himself back. He wanted to finally end this dance that had gone on for too many years.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He wanted Rayne. He’d wanted Rayne from the first moment the advisor had looked down his sharp slender nose at him, those jade-green eyes watching from behind wire-rimmed glasses with an almost calculated coldness. At first, it had been about breaking the man, making him give in to the need and passion that had to burn within his rigid exterior.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">But as the years passed and they got to know each other, it became less about breaking him and making him submit and more about offering comfort and relief. Rayne held himself to such a high standard that there was no room for mistakes. He strove for a perfection that was simply exhausting and as far as Eno could see, he didn’t have anyone he felt safe being himself around. No wall of perfection.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He wanted to be Rayne’s safe space.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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</span><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Book 2: Breath Of Life<br /></em></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;">
</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Releasing November 12th</em></span></h2><span style="font-size: large;">
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Godstone Saga, Book 2</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Caelan want his throne back.</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The bargain has been struck, and it’s time to return home.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But the situation is worse in Erya than he previously suspected.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now he has to fight for his birthright, and maybe get a little revenge in the process.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Breath of Life <em>is the second book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, gods with secret plans, hidden romance, a prince set on revenge, magic, and lots of delicious angst. </em></span></p>
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</span><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>About the Author:</strong></span></h3><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">New York Times Bestselling author Jocelynn Drake loves a good story, whether she is reading it or writing one of her own. Over the years, her stories have allowed her to explore space, talk to dragons, dodge bullets with assassins, hang with vampires, and fall in love again and again.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This former Kentucky girl has moved up, down, and across the U.S. with her husband. Recently, they’ve settled near the Rockies.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When she is not hammering away at her keyboard, she can be found walking her dog Ace or playing video games. She loves Bruce Wayne, Ezio Auditore, travel, tattoos, explosions, and fast cars.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She is the author of the urban fantasy series: The Dark Days series and the Asylum Tales. She recently completed a gay romantic suspense series called The Exit Strategy about two assassins falling in love and trying to create a life together as well as a paranormal romance series following a family of vampires called the Lords of Discord.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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