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No Luck by Kayleigh Sky: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Kayleigh Sky

Doug rolled his eyes. “You’re paranoid. Come help me in the fridge.”

He stepped into the hall and looked back. Vane’s stare was locked on him, his eyes blazing silver. “Help you?”

“Clean.”

“Oh.”

He still didn’t move. Doug ignored him and proceeded down the hall. He found another bucket, filled it with water and cleaning solution, and took it into the cooler. The door didn’t close behind him. He glanced back. Vane slid in with his white-knuckled fingers gripping the door’s edge.

With a grin, Doug returned a few steps, and leaned past him into the hall. “Hey, Rose!”

“What?”

“We’re in the cooler. Don’t forget us.”

“I’ll make a note.”

“Ha, ha.”

He backed up, and Vane let the door close, crossing his arms over his chest after he stepped all the way in. “I guess they can hear us if we can’t get out.”

Doug laughed. “Well, now you have another reason to be pissed off at Luis. You’re gonna need him to fetch you the cold stuff if you’re too scared to come in here.”

Vane didn’t move, but their gazes connected until Vane’s rose as he tipped his head back and stretched his neck.

The movement was strange, slow and languorous, and so lovely Doug caught his breath. He tingled, electrified at the sinuous, sexy dance that was taking place in front of him.

Vane lifted his arms like wings and twisted his body in a lissome circle. The fridge wasn’t large and longer than wide, but it allowed a few feet of space for him. His hips swayed and his hair clung to his face.

Doug’s mouth opened, his heart quickening.

Then, just like that, Vane stopped. He let his arms fall and tipped his head slightly toward the floor. “See? I’m in here. Big. Effing. Deal.”

Against his flushed skin, and in the dim light, his eyes glowed. His lips looked as rosy as a flower’s petals, his hair like silk. Though Doug would swear it was against his will, he was bizarrely smitten with him.

“Those boxes,” Doug said. “They can’t be on the floor.”

Vane blinked. “What?”

“The food.”

“Oh. That just came in.”

“Needs to be off the floor though.”

Vane swiveled his head and stared at the box of cheddar cheese. “Okay.”

Doug breathed out. Here to clean. Just to clean.

He wasn’t here to get involved with an irresponsible actor who couldn’t be bothered to be there for his family. Doug closed his thoughts on Meg and the time he hadn’t given her. Time he’d spent on work sites and in other people’s homes.

Then Vane bent over and pretty much wiped out every thought in Doug’s head except ripping the guy’s pants off. A tiny strip of underwear appeared. Were those boxers? Briefs? He glimpsed orange, red, and green. The colors reminded him of sherbet.

Vane squatted at a box. Above the multicolored waistband, a dusting of dark hair crept up his tailbone.

Damn.

“Where do you get your underwear?”

Vane jerked upright and spun around. “Are you looking down my pants?”

“Can I?”

“Perv.”

Doug stared at Vane’s parted lips and slightly flared nostrils. Color was seeping into his cheeks, but he frowned, and the frown flirted with becoming a glare.

“You think I’m a waste of space, don’t you?”

Doug blinked. “What?” Where the hell did that come from?

“I’m gonna make this place work. I have my reasons for doing things.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious, so don’t tease me.”

The tone plucked at Doug’s heart and filled him with pity. He hated bullies, always had, and it shocked him to stare into the mirror of Vane’s eyes and see somebody he didn’t want to be.

But he’d been careless, he realized now. Everything he had churning in his head about Vane had shown on his face the way Luis’s emotions had shown on his. The hurt in Vane’s voice scraped his skin like broken glass.

“I didn’t mean to tease you,” he said, sticking out his hand as he stepped closer. “Friends?”

Vane giggled.

Damn, that was cute.

“Well, we don’t have to be totally serious,” Vane said.

“Good. So on that note…”

Contrary to everything he should be doing, Doug sank into Vane’s heat and scent with a deep internal groan. He backed him into the shelves, gripped his blood-hot nape with one hand, the wire rack with the other, and leaned in.

Vane didn’t move, his eyes tracking Doug’s, his breath warm and dry. “Is there air in here?” he whispered.

Doug paused and smiled. “Why, yes, I believe there is.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“You won’t die in here. I promise,” he murmured and brushed Vane’s lips with his.

Vane’s breath puffed faster, and Doug imagined that the drumming in his ears was the echo of Vane’s heart. His nervous heart, beating a continuous stream of adrenalin through his high-strung body. His nervousness was physical, like a vibration from a tuning fork. But when Doug pressed in, his lips softened and opened, and he slung his arms around Doug’s waist.

Doug squeezed his neck and pulled him closer. Vane’s cock poked him. He pressed a thigh between Vane’s legs and rocked a groan out of him. So sweet.

He dipped his head. The tip of his tongue met Vane’s. Vane opened wider, and something in Doug’s brain snapped and blew his thoughts away.

He absorbed the softness of Vane’s lips, the damp heat of his nape, and the silkiness of the hair brushing his fingers. The sunny, metallic scent of sweat filled his head. The slide of Vane’s tongue and the smack of their mouths were as melodic as a song.

He scraped whiskers with his thumb and shivered at the warmth of Vane’s fingers under the back of his shirt.

Reaching down with his free hand, he grabbed Vane’s ass and pulled him in.

“Um… Guys.”

Shit.

Doug broke away and twisted around, steadying himself against the sway of Vane’s chest against his back. His heat burned through Doug’s shirt and melted his bones. Why wasn’t there a cot in here? Or a blanket in a quiet corner where he could lay Vane down and bury his dick in his warm body?

He cleared his throat. “Hey, Dorcas.”

She smirked, a hand perched on her thrust-out hip. “Hey, Doug. I wanted to let you guys know we’re done out here. I guess you’re not… Done, I mean.”

“Funny.”

She grinned. “I know.”

“We’ll be right out.”

“Take your time.”

“Damn pest,” he muttered when she’d gone.

Vane stepped out from behind him. He bit his thumbnail and dropped his hand a second later. “I guess that wasn’t very hygienic.”

“My kiss?”

“No. Doing it in the refrigerator.”

“Oh, that.” Doug moved closer again, the flighty nerves in Vane’s eyes enticing him. He pressed another kiss on him. “I liked your little dance,” he murmured.

“That was nothing,” Vane whispered.

“Are you holding out on me?”

“I might be.”

Doug reached around him and snapped the waistband of his sherbet-colored briefs. “Guess I’ll have to come round again and investigate.”

“You know where I live.”

Doug nodded and took a step back. The space between them yawned. “Yep. And we start work on your house bright and early tomorrow.”

Vane groaned. “I don’t do bright and early.”

“Get an alarm clock.”

He headed across the floor and hit the light switch. The dark fell, and Vane muttered, “That door needs an alarm.”

“You’re not gonna get stuck in here.”

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Watch Me Fall by Riley Parks: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Riley Parks

They kissed their way to Gideon’s bedroom with Elijah stealing glances at the state of the Valsecchi house as they did. It was worse than he’d imagined. It was filthy, with one room more disgusting than the next; from the soiled furniture to the stained carpet, it looked uninhabitable. Though he found it all repulsive, it wasn’t the stench, the rotting floorboards, or the baseball-size dust bunnies that got to him. Instead, it was the numerous holes in the walls that told stories of the violence and rage that no doubt had occurred under that roof for years. He felt his own anger begin to rise at the thought of Gideon living in a place like that and wondered if his parents were as awful as Eli’s. Gideon deserved better than what Eli had.

“It’s a fucking mess,” Gideon stated, his voice tinged with apology as he closed the door behind them. He was right; it was. Dirty clothes were shoved into multiple piles, and empty beer bottles lay on every flat surface. Band posters hung haphazardly on the walls with tape curling up on their corners, while towels held up by thumbtacks hardly blocked the light from streaming through the cracks of the broken window. The bed was directly on the floor; a single sheet sprawled on top of it was barely able to cover the exposed mattress’s gradient shades of yellow.

“Don’t care,” Eli assured with his face buried into the crook of the soccer player’s neck. Gideon’s scent got him high and he couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t his cologne or the smell of his soap that was so goddamn heady, it was him; a natural fragrance that completely inebriated Eli and left his mouth watering. Digging his fingers into dark hair, Elijah yanked Gideon’s head back so he could lick along the curve of his neck, letting his hot breath dance across skin that tasted as delicious as it smelled.

“Shit,” Gideon sighed as Eli kissed along his jaw line. He let out a stuttering exhale, which Eli caught in his mouth, swallowing it down as he pressed their lips together.

“Gonna make you feel really good,” Elijah guaranteed, backing off Gideon’s mouth for long enough to pull his black t-shirt over his head. Noticing how wide the pair of blue eyes staring back at him were, Eli asked, “Are you all right? Do you want me to stop?”

“What? Fuck no,” Gideon promised, shaking his head vehemently. “Keep going. Want you to keep going.”

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Honorary Blogger Jack L. Pyke: Sleeping with Psychopaths – Jack and Martin Harrison + Giveaway!

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Sleeping with Psychopaths: Jack and Martin Harrison

by Jack L. Pyke

Maybe it is all in the blood, right? That we’re talking brothers here? Martin, the psychopath, carrying a natural “born this way, baby” innateness and loving every “fucked up” ounce of who he is. Then Jack, the sociopath: born in the UK, but made through being denied a natural need to ease OCD trauma, then loving being cut during sex, where cutting his way through life then becomes the only way to fall in love with life.

In fact, it is in the blood, but Jack and Martin aren’t brothers; their relationship is never more complex.

Martin is what’s known as a “fragment” of Jack. A psychopath born through how when Jack’s world falls, Martin’s right there to ensure Jack survives. Only Martin doesn’t play by any lover’s rule when it comes to those who live close to Jack. It’s not helped with how Jack’s fallen hard for another psychopath: Gray Raoul, MI5 director of counterterrorism and culler: the Crown’s killer. If that doesn’t push all of Martin’s peer gameplay with psychopaths, Jack’s involved in a triad, where the third part to Jack and Gray’s relationship is… Jan. An accountant. One as… normal as any psychopath could wish to try and twist and taint.

But the question is always there: why would Jack himself fragment into a psychopath?

One Huge thanks to the Blogger Girls for hosting the second day of this Sleeping with Psychopaths tour. Today Jen asks one hell of a question that focuses on just why Jack might “Walk” into Martin:

Where did you get your inspiration for Jack/Martin, and what was your main course of research on the topic?

This is going to sound so strange to start with, but when I was studying at university, I wrote a play that centred on using lighting techniques, clothing, and changes in language to use one actor to play three different personalities: DID (dissociative identity disorder). At the same time Linkin Park had just emerged with Hybrid Theory, and I loved how the two lead singers had that calm/chaos approach to “Paranoia”, one of their singles off the album. Both were probably my first real steps into a fragmented mind and wanting to cover it in fiction.

A few months later, I came across a case study of DID, and it pretty much cemented where I wanted to go, mostly because the case study tore me apart as I went through it.

It dealt with a married woman, where both her and her husband were kidnapped. During the kidnapping, the woman was forced to witness her husband’s murder. She managed to escape, went home, and underwent therapy. Then one day she just disappeared. Family found her months later, working as a nurse in hospital: new name, new identity, new career, with no memory of past friends, lovers or losses. Most know DID fragments are created through chaos (not always, but most times), but the reason behind this lady’s disorder found that the second personality had been fashioned for one reason: to ease how she hadn’t had the medical skills to help save her husband. So even though she’d never studied nursing in her life, a fragment of her came in that had every skill set to cope where she thought she couldn’t. It was such a heart-breaking read, and still stays with me today. But it is the base for creating Martin, or how Martin would be born with a mindset to match those who played around Jack.

In Don’t, Jack’s diagnosed with OCD and an emerging authoritarian personality in his late teens. With the sociocultural backdrop he’s raised in, it all comes together to classify the sociopath in Jack. But as he finds himself trapped in the gameplay of psychopaths, where minds more twisted than his are making him lose his identity through their control and bloodied knife, Jack ‘walks’ into Martin, someone born into the game, with a psychopath’s mind and twisted drive to dominate his peers. Jack is then diagnosed with DID, and it meant that a whole host of research had to come in with all of those disorders to see how they’d work and fall together when it came to Jack and Martin. But they were always based on the realities of the disorders themselves.

For instance, in Antidote, where Jack tests his own OCD limits by dropping a photo of Gray out of alignment on a unit, then tries to leave it as long as possible before he has to straighten it? This is a therapeutic technique that’s used by professionals to help someone live with and manage OCD. So that by the time Jack’s kidnapped by Vince, and Vince tries to “straighten” Jack’s disorders by tying Jack up and leaving the photo just out of reach so Jack can’t straighten it… Vince looks to tear down not only Jack’s mind, but also the techniques that are usually put in place to help an OCD sufferer.

It makes Jack and Martin’s relationship a dangerous place for those around them as Martin re-emerges, but also to themselves and how they live, sleep, and eat as a part of the whole. There’s never any easy cures. But when you live with fragments like Martin, who are there for a reason, driven to protect no matter how twisted their gameplay, then perhaps cures are never the answer. They’re individuals in their own right, who need time to bleed out the stresses and strains in their own ways.

Thanks again to The Blogger Girls for having me today, and for Jen’s awesome question! Yesterday I was at Boy Meets Boy Reviews talking about Sleeping with Psychopaths: the cullers. Tomorrow I’m over at Kimmer’s Erotic Banter, sleeping with the ultimate psychopath… Gray Raoul! Please join me beneath the covers there too!

Thanks for staying with me during this tour!! For a chance to win a copy of Psychopaths & Sinners, please enter the Rafflecopter below!

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Book Review: Psychopaths & Sinners by Jack L. Pyke

Reviewed by JustJen

Title: Psychopaths & Sinners
Author: Jack L. Pyke
Series: Don’t #5
Heroes: Gray/Jan/Jack/Martin, Raif/Ash
Genre: MM Thriller
Length: 93,000 words
Publisher: Enspire Publishing
Release Date: May 22, 2018
Available at: Amazon and Barnes & Noble
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: “Because us? Psychopaths and sinners… we don’t need fixing, Gray.”

Three bodies, three mutilations, each one with something… unusual inserted into the wounds. The deaths are enough to leave Ash Thomas scrambling around to find someone to trust as the murders hit so close to home and heart.

For Gray Raoul, MI5 director of G-Branch, the deaths offer something else, a fall back into a familiar life where culling serial killers cater to his own darker mindset. But the farther Gray moves away from home, the more he realises serial killer games in the field are nothing compared to who he has locked up back at home. Sometimes walking the fine line between psychopaths and live-in lovers is a far darker game.

For Ash, that might just mean he’s on his own now, facing a killer who has a deadly fascination for pretty young men and dancing Holly Blue butterflies over their skin.
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The King’s Sun by Isaac Grisham: Exclusive Excerpt

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by Isaac Grisham

Kitsune opened his eyes, finding himself lying in a bed stuffed with old hay, cloaks and blankets spread across his body to keep him warm. Makeshift though it was, he was more comfortable than he’d been in some time.

His surroundings confused him. The room looked more like a banquet hall than a bedroom, complete with rows of tables and benches for dining, two enormous fireplaces to keep the room warm, and an area devoid of clutter for mingling and dancing.

Many a celebration had been sung in this hall. Kitsune felt a sense of gaiety lingering in the air. It would be a long while before it would happen again, if ever. By the looks of things, the structure had been abandoned for several sun cycles. The roof at the far end of the room had collapsed, letting in glorious rays of sunshine. Birds nested in the rafters above. They and other rodents that had taken up residence left a mess strewn about the floor, much of which had been swept aside.

A clunking sound emanated from inside one of the fireplaces, followed shortly by a long string of curses. Kitsune froze, half expecting Jimmy, back from the dead, to come stumbling out, cradling an injured thumb. Instead, a young man close to his own age emerged, tossing aside a pile of charred wood.

The fear of his previous captors had dissipated, but Kitsune was still frozen in place. His eyes widened and his chest constricted. Though he had never seen this man before, he had the distinct feeling that he knew him.

He couldn’t be sure from this distance, but Kitsune guessed that the man was a hair shorter than he was. His dark brown mane was on the shorter side, though thick and disheveled. It framed a heart-shaped face with a strong jawline and high cheekbones. Several days’ worth of facial hair sprouted from tanned skin, accentuating his masculinity. This was further helped by the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and soot smeared his chest and abdomen. Like Kitsune, he wasn’t incredibly muscular, but the prince could see that the strength was there, as well as the will to use it. Continue reading

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Rip Cord: The Complete Trilogy by Jeanne St. James: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Jeanne St. James

“F wing. I wonder what the F stands for,” Rip said as the two of them stood in front of their old lockers.

The wing was dark and quiet as it was far from the action in the gymnasium. From what Gil could see, the lockers looked the same as when they’d been in school. Maybe a few more scratches and dents.

“Well, the wings went alphabetic—oof!”

Gil found himself slammed against the lockers, looking up into Rip’s eyes. In the low light, he couldn’t see the color, but he knew what they were. They were a beautiful blue that, depending on the light, could be more sapphire, indigo, or even a blue gray. He had thick lashes and thicker brows, which were pinned fiercely at the moment.

Rip had a knee jammed between Gil’s thighs and had Gil’s wrists pinned tightly against the cool metal lockers. He stared intently at Gil, his breathing slightly ragged.

Gil’s own shaky breath escaped once he realized he’d been holding it.

“Uh…”

“Do you know why this wing is the F wing?” Rip growled.

Gil’s gaze darted to the side. He didn’t know what Rip wanted for an answer.

“I’ll tell you,” Rip continued. “No, I’ll show you instead.”

Rip lowered his head, only leaving a slight gap between them. Gil’s lips were parted, and their warm breaths mingled.

“You ready this time?”

“Oh yes,” Gil breathed.

“You’ve been wanting a piece of me for a long time, haven’t you?”

Gil’s head spun from all the blood running south.

“I remember how you watched me with that look in your eyes.” Rip pushed his hips tight against Gil, his hard length unmistakable underneath his jeans. The denim was rough against Gil’s thinner slacks. “I remember you standing here as you peeked around your locker door, thinking I didn’t notice. I noticed. Hell, I noticed. Now—” Rip thrust his hips. “Do you notice me?”

Gil struggled against the grip on his wrists, wanting to dig his fingers into Rip’s mane of hair, but Rip only tightened his hold.

“Oh no. No. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Almost as long as you have.”

A thousand questions filled Gil’s mind. When? When did Rip discover he wanted him? When did Rip realize he was gay? Why hadn’t Rip ever approached him during high school? Why hadn’t he ever looked him up after graduation?

Why hadn’t Gil ever had a clue Rip wanted him the same way?

All those years of wanting, dreaming, fantasizing. All those lonely years, because even though he tried to date other men, there was truly only one man for him. Only one man he wanted to give himself to.

That man finally stood in front of him, revealing a secret that would have to stay just that…a secret.

But Gil didn’t care. If he only had one night with Rip, he was going to take advantage of it.

“Are you going to tease me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”

A low growl rose from Rip’s throat at Gil’s question. “Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you.”

Rip adjusted his grip on Gil’s wrists until he was pinning them high above his head with one hand. Freeing the other to move down Gil’s arm, his chest, over his stomach, and ending up on his belt buckle.

With ease, Rip undid the belt and popped open the top of Gil’s slacks. Gil felt a swoosh of air against the hard tip of his cock before Rip grabbed it roughly.

“This is mine tonight. Got it?” Rip said through gritted teeth.

Gil’s cock twitched in Rip’s hand as he nodded slightly. His breathing deepened and became harsh. All he wanted Rip to do was stroke him a few times. Only a few, though, because he might come at any second.

A slight tremor started in Gil’s arms and legs and moved throughout his body. This was his dream come true. Okay, maybe not getting assaulted against the lockers in his old high school, but having Rip holding him in his large hands. Jesus, he couldn’t think of anything better.

At least until Rip spun him around, plastering his face against the cool metal. Rip still had one hand binding Gil’s wrists and the other held fast to his cock. Precum leaked freely as Rip squeezed and stroked Gil’s length. He moaned against the metal locker door.

“I’m going to have you moaning a lot more than that.”

Rip released his wrists and tugged at the waistband of Gil’s slacks, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. Rip cupped Gil’s ass cheeks.

“Damn, ripe and plump, ready for the picking.”

A finger stroked along the crease of Gil’s buttocks, up and down, until it brushed across his tight hole. Rip’s fingertip pressed against it, not penetrating, just pushing. And Gil so wanted him to slip inside. He didn’t care if it was his finger or his cock. Right now he just wanted—no, needed—something.

Instead, Rip suddenly released him. Gil turned, his pants and underwear still pooled around his knees. Hard as a rock, his cock stood straight out, visible from between his shirttails.

Rip shucked his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. The tight fabric of his black tee encased the heavy muscles of his chest and biceps. But within seconds Rip had his shirt pulled over his head and tossed aside with his jacket.

Those muscles… Gil knees almost buckled. Those muscles… Oh, Jesus, he just wanted to touch them, lick them, run his fingers, his tongue, along the ripples of the larger man’s abdomen.

Rip yanked at his own belt, jerking roughly at the snap of his jeans, then sliding down his zipper, revealing a dark pair of tightly fitted boxer briefs.

“Down on your knees.”

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Honorary Blogger Annabeth Albert: Why Get Serious? + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Why Get Serious?

by Annabeth Albert

Content Warning: This blog discusses characters with a backstory of surviving assault. The book itself includes mention of past assault, but does not include flashbacks or scenes of assault.

Thank you so much for having me today! I’m celebrating the re-release of my novella LEVEL UP which is loosely connected to my #gaymer universe and was originally in the EXPOSED anthology with some other great authors. Landon, our hero, is a genius physics professor and the book centers around his decision to pose nude for a charity calendar featuring rising stars in their professions. While much of the book is light and fun with some of my favorite banter of all the heroes in this universe, I also tackle a more serious topic—male survivors of sexual assault.

I didn’t so much choose to include this aspect of the book as much as that when I opened my heart and mind to Landon as a hero, he shared his past with me, and I knew I’d need to stay true to what he revealed to me. So I did tons of research, talked with survivors, learned and listened. And still I really worried about including mention of Landon’s past, but ultimately I knew that I had to write the book that Landon both demanded and deserved.

I also wanted to show his healing process, and let Bailey, his co-hero, be a part of that process without having a magic cure-all. Again, I listened to Landon about who he was and what he needed, and Bailey took shape as a character in his own right. I love, love, love their dynamic together. And I love that Bailey really sees ALL of Landon—he’s not just his past. He’s a gamer, a video game collector, a new home owner, a cat lover, a genius physicist, a Harry Potter junkie (with the tattoo to prove it!), dedicated professor and advocate for his students, bisexual, and has a wicked sense of humor and playful streak.

I really appreciate the courage of the brave survivors of all genders who have publicly shared their stories as well as those who privately answered my questions and helped me with this project. Landon and Bailey and their journey are very special to me.  To those out there who may identify with Landon, you are loved. Your stories matter. To other writers out there thinking of tackling this subject matter, I can’t stress enough how valuable multiple sensitivity readers can be. I learned so much by listening to careful feedback from amazing readers.

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Release Blitz: Last Defense by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Last Defense by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey

Two men afraid to feel, have to make choices that could end up breaking down their defenses and leading them back to love.

Every time Max Van Hellren steps on the ice he knows it could be his last time. At thirty he’s past his hockey prime but he’s also hiding a life-threatening injury that private doctors warn could kill him. This is his last season, and there’s a chance he could lift the Stanley Cup after fourteen years in the NHL. He just needs to stay safe and healthy; difficult when he’s known for his heavy hitting and with a propensity for dropping the gloves and putting his body in the way of pucks to keep his team safe.

A one night stand with a sexy man was just what he needed, dangerous and hot, but what if it turned into more? Would he actually have to share the secrets he so desperately tries to hide?

Ben Worthington had it all. A fulfilling job running the CrossRoads Shelter, his loving aunts, and a husband that understood his devotion to animals. Then, the love of his life left him, succumbing so quickly to an unexpected sickness that Ben never had time to say goodbye. The violent loss scarred him.

Unable to move past his fears, he moves from lonely encounter to lonely encounter, slaking a desperate need that is eating away at him, but never making a connection that could lead him back into love. One night with Max makes him want more, but will giving into the temptation open the door to feelings he can’t contain?

Can these two broken men ever find a way to be together?

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Release Blitz: Better Together by BL Maxwell + Giveaway!

Better Together by BL Maxwell

Since being thrown out of his home by his parents, Caden has been struggling to survive on the streets.

He lives in constant fear, stresses over his next meal, and dreads trying to find a safe place to sleep at night. He eventually finds an unlocked car and settles in to sleep, but is soon interrupted when someone steals the car. With little choice but to ride along, Caden soon learns that first impressions aren’t always correct.

Seventeen-year-old Damario has been raising his little brother and sister by himself since his parents were deported. He never knew how hard it was going to be paying the bills and making sure there was always food on the table. Or how hard it would be to hold his family together when they all depended on him to do it. He finds himself stealing cars to make ends meet, but he never expected to find someone sleeping in the back of one of them. And he really didn’t expect this stowaway to change his life.

When Damario brings Caden home, it was supposed to be just for a shower and a hot meal, but he can hardly kick him out onto the streets again. There is no way he could have seen that by saving Caden that night, he was also saving himself. When Damario’s world starts to fall apart, they both realize that the answer to all of their problems is helping each other, and although the world tries to drive them apart, they really are better together.

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