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Release Blitz: Starting From Scratch by Lane Hayes + Excerpt & Giveaway!


Starting From Scratch by Lane Hayes

Charlie Rourke is an ultra fabulous human whirlwind on a mission to launch the next biggest band in the world. However, he might have taken on more than he could handle when he signed on to manage Zero. Promoting a rock band and finding gigs shouldn’t be hard. They’re a talented group with a ton of star power. If Charlie can find the right record label, he’s sure he can help them get to the next level. The only problem is the skater boy slash bassist with a quirky sense of humor. He’s annoying and silly, and he’s exactly Charlie’s type. Except he’s straight.

Ky Baldwin isn’t afraid to switch things up. He loves a challenge as much as anyone, but Charlie doesn’t make things easy. Zero’s manager is a force of nature with a razor sharp tongue, a quick wit, and a no-nonsense attitude. Ky can’t stop thinking about him. Winning over Charlie becomes Ky’s pet project. But when the ice between them thaws, neither is prepared for the intensity of going from enemies to lovers. They’ll have to decide if they’re willing to start from scratch and take a chance on the unexpected.

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Honorary Blogger A.E Via: Bishop + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Bishop

by A.E. Via

Well hello all!!

I’m really happy to be here to talk about my latest release entitled: Bishop: A True Lover’s Story. Bishop’s story is my twentieth book I’ve written, and I still can’t quite believe it. A lot of people – especially my family – has asked me why I started writing gay romance, and all I can say is that it’s in my heart. 

When I first wrote Blue Moon Too Good To Be True in 2013 I never imagined it’d be received with such love by such an amazing audience. This has been the greatest experience of my life and I’m far from stopping. 

I hope you’ll enjoy this new one.

xxxxxx

Adrienne V.

I am celebrating my writing anniversary in the best way! Which means showering my readers with gratitude gifts and tons of love letters. Without you all, my words would be unheard. For a chance to be adorned with love and appreciation, join my lively Facebook group and party with me. You can drop in anytime for some mature MM fun.  https://bit.ly/2Ku4jAx
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Rocket Science by K.M. Neuhold: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by K.M. Neuhold

Twisted Cherry is crowded, but I manage to spot an unoccupied high-top table and snag it while I wait for Einstein to show. My eyes scan the crowd reflexively, even though right now I’m more curious to see the Nerdlet than to find a piece of ass. Images of him from all those years ago fill my mind and make me smile. He always seemed to be lugging around a bag full of textbooks that weighed more than he did, thick-rimmed glasses in place and curly hair that was never in place. I wonder if he still wears the t-shirts with the science puns on them or if he still keeps his inhaler on a string around his neck to keep from losing it.

I chuckle to myself at the thought and wave down the nearest waiter for a drink and then return to letting my attention wander. My gaze catches on a man as he wanders into the bar. He’s not my usual type, but damn if he isn’t pretty. His dark hair hangs in wild curls, flopping down over his forehead, his features are sharp, but his lips look full and soft, and I have no doubt they’d feel like heaven wrapped around my cock. He’s wearing a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a light-colored blazer that might look out of place in a bar on anyone else, but somehow looks absolutely perfect on him.

I have a hard time tearing my eyes off him, my dick growing hard in the confines of my jeans as I stare shamelessly, and he looks around the bar with a somewhat lost expression. He turns his head slightly, and our eyes meet, and a shy, awkward smile forms on his lips. My cock gets even harder as I return the smile, thoughts of the Nerdlet I’m here to meet fleeing my mind in favor of calculating the best method of seducing such a sweet little treat.

“Paxton?” he asks, and my heart sinks.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, reaching for my drink.

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Release Blitz: Never Knew Until You by L.E. Royal + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Never Knew Until You by L.E. Royal

After the dissolution of her fourteen-year marriage to her cheating ex-wife, forty-year-old college professor Parker Freeman finds herself adrift. Suddenly middle-aged with so much time wasted, she seeks solstice online where she stumbles upon The Pandora Agency—an organization claiming to help individuals find themselves through submission. Encouraged to be a little wild by her best friend, Parker speaks to the agency and sets up a meeting with a female dominant, Miss Diaz.

Greeted at the door of an impressive Miami townhouse by a young woman, Parker questions her decision as she waits for the girl’s mother. Stunned by the reveal that twenty-four-year old Kristina is in fact the Miss Diaz she has come to meet, she is dragged head first into a new world.

Despite Kristina’s commitment issues and Parker’s shattered confidence, the two enter into a tenuous agreement that sparks Parker’s rediscovery of herself. Both are surprised by their compatibility until they stumble across the line from arrangement into relationship, and Kristina calls their time together to an end. When an unexpected catastrophe throws them back together, old demons are finally brought into the light, and both women must decide if letting go of the past is worth the future they could have together.

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The Black Mask by Samuel King: Exclusive Excerpy!

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by Samuel King

I spend the rest of the day at the small desk in my bedroom, working at my laptop. Writing about The Black Mask is the most fun thing I do, but it earns me less than a hundred pounds a month. To actually make a living, I create content for various websites—mostly boring retail sites that just need blurbs to make boring products sound…well, less boring. Sadly, the words for these projects don’t come to me as easily as those for The Black Mask stories and it’s nine o’clock in the evening before I close my laptop and wander through to the living room. Jules and John are still naked, but they are now sitting side-by-side on the sofa, watching TV and eating delivery pizza.

“Hi,” says Jules.

“All right?” says John, who has a strong London accent that is, actually, very hot. I glance down into his lap and catch sight of his semi-engorged cock poking out from under the pizza box. He notices my attention and grins. I hastily grab another beer and head back to my room.

I set the beer down on the bedside table and pick up the TV remote, but as I turn to point it at the television, I freeze. On the wall is a large, glowing white rectangle. It’s the poster of The Black Mask, but The Black Mask is missing. Something stirs in the corner of the bedroom behind me.

I swing around and stagger back at the sight of The Black Mask arising from a crouching position on the other side of my bed. I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle whatever sound I’m likely to make at this impossible development.

He is exactly as I imagine him—about six-foot-three, broad shouldered and with a muscle-bound, sculpted physique. He is covered in black from head to foot, his costume showing every curve and bulge. And what a bulge. I’ve never described that in any of The Black Mask stories I’ve written but there it is—a huge, thick cock almost tearing through the -black fabric. I gape at it. I can see the heavy balls, the at-least-nine-inch shaft and the bell-end, all wrapped in black but begging to be uncovered and sucked.

“How…?” is all I can manage in terms of words.

He glances around, as if confused himself, then looks at me. At least I assume he’s looking at me, although I can’t actually see his eyes. He scratches his head with a leathergloved hand and shrugs.

Without warning, he leaps across the bed in one bound—he can leap over houses in my stories—and lands right in front of me. He wraps one powerful arm around my waist and pulls me to him, and that fat, hard dick is pushing against my groin. Despite the enormity and impossibility of the situation, my cock responds, growing stiff in seconds. I stare into his eyes, which are just visible through the slits in his mask, now that he is so close. They are bright blue, just as they should be.

He strokes my cheek, the leather of his gloves soft against my skin, then runs a finger along my lower lip, leaving no doubt that this version of The Black Mask is definitely into guys. I push forward with my hips so that our cocks are properly rubbing against each other. I should be screaming or passing out with shock, but I just want what is happening to continue. I want to get fucked by The Black Mask, however impossible that scenario may be. Continue reading

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Hard Lessons by Samuel King: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by Samuel King

It took Jake a while to find the dining room that evening. It was in the old part of the house on the ground floor and was surprisingly cozy, compared to some of the other rooms he had wandered through. A long, robust wooden table, which looked like it had been carved straight from one of the oak trees lining the driveway, took up much of the space, and an equally sturdy looking sideboard was laid with numerous serving bowls and dishes. The room was filled with a delicious meaty smell.

“Hello there!” greeted Nathan, who was sitting at the head of the table. “Come and sit down. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“It is Friday night, after all,” chirped Alice, who was sitting just to Nathan’s right. She seemed to have defrosted since that afternoon and offered Jake a wide grin.

After a moment’s dithering, Jake took the seat directly opposite Alice. When he scanned the table, he saw it was the only empty seat with a place setting and there would be no one else joining them. All this food for three people? he thought.

“Red okay?” asked Nathan, gesturing to the open bottle of wine on the table between them.

“Yes, fine,” said Jake.

“It’s a good one,” said Alice, and her tone suggested Jake should be grateful. Maybe she hadn’t totally thawed after all.

“So, just help yourself to food whenever you’re ready,” said Nathan. “We like to keep it casual here, no standing on ceremony. We just employ a chef, a gardener and a team of cleaners who come in once a week. This isn’t Brideshead Revisited. You don’t have to worry about a valet walking into your room and catching you naked.”

“Nathan!” squealed Alice.

Jake blushed, not missing the reference to their earlier encounter. Nathan slipped Jake a secret wink and took a swig of wine.

“Well, I’m ready to eat,” Nathan said, standing.

As Nathan helped himself to dinner, Jake couldn’t help but admire him. He had changed out of his suit into a nicely fitted pair of jeans and a Polo shirt, which showed off every muscle of his broad back and shoulders. The jeans did a great job of displaying his full, manly arse too, which flexed as Nathan made his way along the sideboard.

“Shall we?” asked Alice, and Jake realized she was watching him intently with her eyebrows slightly raised.

“Oh, yes,” said Jake, standing. “I’m starving. I didn’t eat on the train.”

Jake made a mental note to stop lusting after his new boss. He was here to get away from romance, not find it. But it wasn’t easy when the boss was so bloody hot and giving definite signals that he was into him.

During dinner, which was a delicious lamb shank with creamy mashed potato and asparagus, conversation flowed quite naturally, with Nathan asking Jake questions about his life in London. Alice chipped in every now and then, but seemed more intent on drinking the wine than finding out about Jake. Nathan topped up Jake’s glass several times, and by nine-thirty, Jake was feeling warm and relaxed. As he sank a little lower in his chair, he felt Nathan’s knee rest against his. Nathan was saying something to Alice about a project he was working on, but as he spoke to his sister, he began to raise and lower his knee, deliberately brushing Jake’s leg.

Jake’s heart began to pound. He was tempted just to go with it, return the pressure and enjoy a moment of secret intimacy with this gorgeous man. But it was too much and way too soon. In some ways, it was a bit insulting.

He’d come here to do a job, after all, not be a sexual plaything. With all the willpower he could muster, Jake stood. Nathan looked at him, surprised.

“I’m going to get an early night,” he said. “It’s been a long day. Thanks for the lovely meal.”

“Sleep well,” said Alice.

“It’s early,” said Nathan, his gaze resting on Jake’s face, imploring him to stay. “And you don’t have to work tomorrow. I’m free too. I could drive you into the nearest village if you like. We can get some lunch. Talk about how the lessons are going to work.”

“That sounds great,” said Jake. “But I will head up. See you both tomorrow.”

“Good night, Jake,” said Nathan, his gaze never faltering.

Jake turned and hurried from the room before he had the chance to change his mind and enjoy a long, drunken evening with Nathan. He had a good idea where an evening like that would lead and he wasn’t ready for it. Although, as he headed for his room, he thought of Nathan’s stunning eyes and muscular body, the man’s black hair and deep voice, and he wasn’t sure how long he could resist if his boss persevered in his seduction.

When he woke a few hours later, Jake was sure he could hear screaming. It was a woman’s voice and she seemed to be calling out a name. It must be Alice, crying out in her sleep. It was a tortured, dismal sound, and even when it stopped, Jake could still hear it in his head as he struggled to get back to sleep.

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Raven’s Hart by Davidson King: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Davidson King

Christopher Manos was a man who entered the room knowing he was powerful. He demanded the respect that came with it, too. His hair was slicked back, but there was a wave to it. He wore an expensive dark suit, and if it wasn’t for the soft look he gave whenever he was talking to Snow, he’d be scary. Snow wore a long shirt, jeans of some color, and sneakers. Total opposites in every way. Simon brought up the rear wearing clothes similar to Snow’s. His hair was just as dark as his uncle’s, but I had noticed his eyes were a lighter shade. There were many facial similarities to Christopher, but I suspected the ones I couldn’t place belonged to Simon’s mother who had passed of cancer when he was a baby.

“Good afternoon,” I said as I stepped closer to them, hand out hoping Christopher would shake it. He didn’t disappoint. “Hi, Simon.”

Simon lifted his head, his gaze leaving his phone for a moment. “Hey, Poe. You have a nice house. I had no idea you lived so far away.”

“No one did,” Snow mumbled but smiled when I shot him a glare. “What?”

“It’s necessary,” I answered Simon, who shrugged.

“Pops says that whatever the reason means a long and dark explanation.” That earned him a light slap from Christopher and a chuckle.

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Ride the Whirlwind by Jackie North: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Jackie North

Trent stepped off the stagecoach, took his small, leather-handled carpet bag from the top of the coach, and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that he got sick on stagecoaches, no. It was that there were so many people jammed into a space that rocked for hours and became filled with dust, that is, when it wasn’t filled with the smell of stale sweat and the scent of nerves on edge. Stagecoaches had to be the worst way that God invented for man to travel. There were better ways, like on foot or by horseback. Never mind. He had arrived in Dilia.

Taking off his hat, he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, which left a broad sweat stain on his shirt sleeve. He sighed again, put his hat back on and looked up and down the street for the jail.

He had two telegrams in his breast pocket beneath his vest, but he was no closer to understanding what was going on, or why he’d been waylaid from his plans, his very straightforward plans, to head back to Trinidad from Deming, deep in New Mexico Territory, where he’d been asked to witness a hanging.

Deming had been quite far to travel for such a gory, unsavory task as a hanging. However, the governor of New Mexico Territory, one LaBaron Prince, had asked for him in particular, seeing as how he’d been present at the capture of Fenton Barrow, otherwise known as Pretty Boy Barrow, known for stagecoach holdups and petty larceny and the stealing of cows.

Now that the unpleasant task had been completed, with witness documents signed, he’d been more than ready to head home to Trinidad. Unfortunately, he’d gotten a telegram from the small town of Dilia, instructing him to detour to Dilia to transport one Maxton Barnett to Trinidad.

In Dilia, the sheriff and his two deputies had in their care a young miscreant who they wanted taken away before the whole town rose up in rebellion. It all sounded rather dramatic, and not what he’d expect from a fellow sheriff, even if the telegram explained, in very short words, the crime of picking pockets and, mysteriously, other unsavory acts.

Only his sense of duty would encourage him to follow through with the request to pick up the low-life criminal and escort him back to Trinidad, from whence it was said he’d come. Then, of all the queer things, just before he’d gotten on the stagecoach in Deming, he’d received a second telegram, this time from Mr. Laurie Quinn of the Adeline Hotel in Trinidad.

Mr. Quinn was known to him, a recent newcomer to the town with enough energy for three young men, a dazzling smile, and a sweet laugh that would light up the darkest room. Trent had done his best to remain unmoved, but it was hard, especially when Laurie had the most beautiful brown eyes, and dark auburn hair shot with gold. He was like a handsome out of a painting, with slender hips, and long legs, and a vivacious air and zest for life.

But not only did Laurie’s companion, a dour, grim-faced, broad-shouldered man by the name of John Henton, keep Trent from responding, he was also held back by his own promise to himself. He could not make the same mistake that he’d made back home in Aiken, South Carolina, one that had involved kissing a sweet-faced choir boy after church one Sunday.

The kiss had been brief and there’d been an energy in Trent to pull the choir boy into his arms and do more than just kiss. But he’d been unable to act upon that flash of heat and desire as his father had discovered him, waited till his mother died, and then banished him, separating Trent from his sister Lucy.

It had been five years since he’d talked to either of them, though once in a while a letter would come from his father berating him further and taunting him with news about Lucy, but never really telling him anything about what was going on with her. It was like part of him had been cut off, leaving him numb and aching, staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night, wondering how it might have turned out differently if Father hadn’t discovered him.

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Amalgamated by Becca Seymour: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Becca Seymour

I found him sitting on a small stool, beer in hand and looking directly at me. After the slightest of hesitations, I continued forward. While a part of me considered being a coward and hovering at the door, Zak deserved more than that. The closer I got, the more I struggled not to stumble. Still handsome, still built with a body I’d fantasised over countless nights, and still carrying that fierce gaze with his grey-green eyes that I was sure could see into my soul.

Around this guy, I’d always been the same—dreaming up descriptions on the cusp of damn poetry. Sometimes I wondered how I’d survived for so many years without him catching on to the depth of my feelings, and sometimes I wondered what it would have been like if I’d ever told him the truth. Or certainly done so without me using my words as a weapon.

I shook the thoughts away. Yeah, he still affected me. I snorted internally as he continued to watch me in silence, while I’d stopped just a few short metres away. In truth, affected didn’t even come close. A small, ridiculous part of me had hoped he’d look like shit and hadn’t weathered well over the years. From what I saw of the man before me, he was travelling through his thirties somewhat spectacularly.

When his brow pitched high, I realised I’d been standing before him for Christ knew how long like a damn idiot. Awkwardness had charged into the room and ran around laughing its arse off at me. Not quite the way I’d planned for this to go, but it seemed fitting.

“Hey,” I managed, my voice surprisingly steady. “So I have food for you.” I held out the plate like an offering, hoping he’d do something beyond staring at me with his pretty eyes. When he remained silent, giving me absolutely nothing, I gnawed at the inside of my lip. I took a step forward and swung my gaze to the side where there was another small stool. “I’ll just leave it here.” Placing it down, I didn’t dare risk a glance in his direction, especially considering our closeness.

Jesus, I hated this.

I could barely remember a time growing up without Zak being in the picture, and despite being so close to him, the closest I’d been in five years, I’d never felt further away. I straightened and took a step back. Aware I was going to make my mouth bleed with how damn hard I was worrying it, I needed to take action. To do that, I had to admit what a dick I’d been, and grovel—a lot.

With a sweep of my hand over my hair, I went ahead and blurted out the sorry that should have happened five years ago. “I fucked up.” There was a slight flaring of his eyes. It wasn’t a lot, but it was some sort of reaction at least. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have….” I exhaled heavily, hating myself for being a coward and not doing this sooner. “I shouldn’t have ever put you in that situation. I shouldn’t have caused so much shit then run off.”

My gaze followed his thumb as he brushed it across his lips a moment before he leaned forward, eyes still on me, and propped his elbows on his legs.

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No Good Men by Thea McAlistair: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Thea McAlistair

I knocked, and a maid let me in. I recognized her, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember her name. I had never even bothered to learn it, figuring that Emma would dismiss her after a few months, just like all the others. The girl flitted into another room, and returned with Emma following.

“Hello Mr. Dawson! What brings you here?” she asked.

“I came around to see if you were doing all right.” Not a lie, but not anything resembling the truth either. Was I getting better at this investigating thing? “Is this a bad time?”

She hovered there for a moment, uncertainty in her eyes. Then she stepped to the side with a welcoming gesture. “Mrs. Green is here, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind an additional guest to tea,” she said. “And, well, you are no longer my employee.”

I winced at the dig. Was it even a dig? If it was, would I have to forgive her, since she was technically in mourning? She continued regarding me with blank pleasantness for a second, then led me toward the parlor. I’d been in that house about a million times, and yet it never felt like a home to me. It was so clean, and not in the way that Martin’s place was clean. Everything here was shiny and polished, new and untouched instead of worn and cared for.

The parlor was no different than the rest of the house, though there were a couple antiques that had belonged to Carlisle’s mother. She had been a collector of taxidermy, and there was a cache of overstuffed birds in a china cabinet, as well as fox that was mounted with its mouth pulled into a grimace.

Sitting on a chair next to the fox, also showing distressing signs of age, was Mrs. Green. She held a teacup with crooked but delicate fingers. “What’s this, Emma?” she sniffed. “Has this louse come looking for a bonus he didn’t earn? Failed in his duty, didn’t he.”

I closed my eyes against the insult, though it had hit harder than many a punch I’d taken. “Mrs. Green,” I said as politely as I could through clenched teeth. “It’s good to see you again.”

She huffed and sipped her tea.

Emma took a seat, but didn’t offer me a chair. “Oh, Elizabeth, do be kinder to my guest.” She looked at me. “Though she has something of a point. What brings you around unannounced?”

I cleared my throat. “Um, this probably isn’t the best time to ask, but are you keeping Mr. Carlisle’s records?”

Emma’s eyes narrowed. “You’ll have to be more specific. I have been asked for hundreds of records by at least a dozen people. Police, insurance agents, other employees…”

“What I’m looking for are letters? Not… not private ones. They came to the office every now and then? Political stuff and threats? The Westwick Journal has one now, and I’m helping them see if there are any more.”

“Ah. Those.” She sighed. “Mr. Dawson, being a public figure isn’t easy, and it certainly doesn’t endear you to people. We had at least two threats a day. Luckily we kept them all in case this sort of…” She paused to regain her composure. “The police have them now.”

“Oh.” Dammit, Vern. Sending me on a wild goose chase.

“Although,” Emma continued, “there was the one that came in the mail the next day, after the police had taken the others.” She stood. “Wait one moment, I’ll get it for you.”

She hurried past me and out into the hall, leaving me with Mrs. Green. The old woman sipped her tea in silence. Then she raised her head to stare at me with eyes that age hadn’t dulled at all. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck.

“So, you’re really here for letters?” she asked. “Because it seems to me there are better reasons for visiting a young widow.”

So that was her problem with me. “I assure you, ma’am, I have no interest in Mrs. Carlisle.”

“Pity.” She put the cup and saucer onto a table. “Truth be told, I never liked Roy much. He had a wandering eye, as I’m sure you noticed.” She looked in the direction Emma had gone. “I can’t imagine she’s too broken up about losing him. I wasn’t when my Henry died. A widow’s money and freedom…” She brought her gaze back to me, letting her eyes track me from head to toe.

I shifted. The last thing I needed was some old lady getting ideas that I was involved in murdering a man so I could sleep with his wife. “I should, um… I should go see if Mrs. Carlisle needs any help,” I mumbled.

Her puckered mouth twisted into what was probably supposed to be a wry smile. “By all means, run along then.”

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