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Honorary Blogger Parker Williams: Redemption + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on April 17, 2019 by thebloggergirls

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Redemption

by Parker Williams

Hey, Blogger Girls and friends! Thank you for having me (giggle). I’ve been asked to talk about Redemption, so without further ado…

Book two of the Links in the Chain series is called Galen’s Redemption. It follows Galen, the brother to Lincoln from book one, Lincoln’s Park, as the realization he’s no longer interested in being the man he thought he had to in order to win the approval of his father.

Galen’s brother also needed redemption for his past sins. Both men have histories that they would just as soon never happened, but they did, and they have to come to terms with it. Who among us doesn’t have something in their past they wish they could erase?

For Galen it’s the fact he’s never once stood up for anyone. He’s gone in and shut businesses down, thrown hundreds of people out of work, and all in an attempt to make someone proud of him, even though he knows deep down it’ll never happen.

What starts him on the road is a comment from his assistant, who tells him he’s too good for the place. He can’t understand what she means, because he has always believed he was cut from the same cloth as his father. But Olivia’s comment, comes on the heels of Galen’s disconcerting meeting with Robert Kotke, the owner of the shelter. Two disparate people who will each have a profound impact on Galen’s life as he searches for some kind of truth to help him find his way back from the abyss.

But what happens when you lose an ally? The first person who saw something good in you? Let’s find out by seeing an exclusive scene from the book that you’ll only find here at The Blogger Girls!

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Indulge Me by Beth Bolden: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on April 16, 2019 by thebloggergirls

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by Beth Bolden

“I can’t believe that fucking bastard quit,” Bastian said in a huff, but Kian had known him long enough to know it was all defensive posturing. I can’t believe he left me, was what Kian heard.

“Wyatt needs the money. His grandmother is in a home,” Kian said quietly. “And this private chef gig pays really well.”

“Private chef,” Bastian sneered. “So he’s going to go grill plain, tough chicken for some socialite in LA?”

Being Bastian’s intern and being friends with Wyatt and Xander was a fine line to walk. He often knew more than he felt comfortable saying to his boss—things that his friends told him in confidence. Like that Xander’s new sauce recipe was almost directly lifted from a Tom Colicchio cookbook, or that Wyatt wasn’t going to be cooking for a socialite at all, but the only “out” player in professional baseball.

Bastian definitely didn’t need to know that there was definitely something going on between the baseball player and Wyatt.

“Probably,” Kian said noncommittedly in his most soothing voice. He leaned down and picked up the keyboard, which was missing a few important keys. This was the fourth keyboard they’d been through in the last year, and Kian had started buying extras because he might still need to place online orders for supplies and ingredients the day that Bastian decided to throw a hissy fit. They couldn’t run out of artichokes just because Kian didn’t have a keyboard.

Kicking a pen, Bastian slumped down into his chair. The anger had passed now, and they’d moved on to guilt.

“I shouldn’t have said those things. I just . . . saw red,” Bastian said hopelessly.

Kian set the broken keyboard on the chair opposite the desk. He maneuvered around the random detritus on the floor and took a chance by moving closer to Bastian than he normally allowed himself. Even took the risk of placing his hands on Bastian’s broad, muscular shoulders, emphasized by the cut of his white chef’s coat.

Bastian stared at him, and something inside Kian trembled. They didn’t often touch, because even a hand on a shoulder was dangerous, and Kian never initiated contact. But he did today, curling his fingers into the starched cotton of Bastian’s jacket, holding him steady as his own pulse accelerated.

“Maybe next time, we can figure out a way for you to only see . . . orange,” Kian suggested softly.

“I have a temper,” Bastian snapped. “It’s not going away.” He jerked out of Kian’s hands, and the moment broke, like an egg cracking against the edge of a bowl.

It would be nice if Bastian’s temper mellowed, but Kian was not laboring under any false impression that it would. Bastian’s temper was part of who he was; it was the product of the intense pressure he put on himself and on others to produce perfection every single day. It wasn’t ideal, it wasn’t always professional, but it wasn’t going away.

Still, if Kian could figure out a way to convince him to take a second to think before he acted, then maybe the collateral damage would be less. At the very least, Kian would end up needing fewer keyboards.

Leaning down, Kian began to gather up pieces of the coffee cup and the pens and pencils scattered over the polished concrete floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Bastian began to pace in the small space, his arms crossed across his chest, like the physical movement might contain what kept trying to escape.

“I just . . . Wyatt . . . he’s good,” Bastian said, and Kian glanced up to see that he’d stopped pacing and was staring at him, crouched on the floor.

“I know he is,” Kian said calmly.

“He knows it too,” Bastian muttered, like that made up for the insults he’d just spit in Wyatt’s direction.

“Yeah, he does. Which is partly why he’s leaving.”

Kian had gathered almost all the pens from the desk and was moving onto the paperclips sprinkled across the concrete.

“Here,” Bastian said, and Kian looked up from the floor to see the mesh paperclip holder held at eye level. He’d crouched down next to Kian and was also picking up paperclips.

This was by no means the first time Bastian had cleared his desk in a fit of temper, but it was definitely the first time he’d helped Kian clean up the mess.

Kian tipped a handful of paperclips into the container. “Maybe I should get one with a sealed lid,” he said, trying to use a bit of humor to distract him from the fact that Bastian was right there next to him, helping him. If he turned his head and leaned a little to the left he’d be pressed right against him.

It might not be an apology, but it was something.

Sighing, Bastian pushed back on his heels, observing the mess surrounding them with a cynical expression. “This life is hard.”

“Really?” Kian retorted sarcastically. “I had no idea.”

Bastian, who could be a sarcastic son of a bitch, ironically hated sarcasm in others, so he ignored Kian’s statement. “And this,” he gestured between them, “makes me tense.”

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Ace in the Picture by Jude Tresswell: Exclusive Excerpt!

Posted on April 15, 2019 by thebloggergirls

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by Jude Tresswell

“You’re not gay, are you?” Raith suddenly said. “And I don’t think you’re straight, either, or bi, and I think you must be ace.”

“Sorry,” said Phil, embarrassed by Raith’s bluntness. “Sometimes Raith says things that most people wouldn’t.”

“So they think it,” Raith said, with a shrug. “What’s the difference in thinking it and saying it?”

“Well—” Phil began.

“It’s okay, Phil,” Nick said. He stared at his coffee mug. He had never discussed being ace with anybody in real life. On internet forums, yes. Often. They’d kept him sane. Real life, no. Why? he asked himself. And here was a man who was openly gay—openly polyamorous!—confronting him with his own well-guarded secret. Why couldn’t he, like Raith and Phil and Ross and Mike say, This is me. Like it or leave it. I don’t care a toss?

Here was a chance to say it. Take it, he told himself.

“Yes, I’m ace,” he said, and immediately wished he hadn’t. Of all the people to come out to, he’d chosen two men who surely wouldn’t understand at all! Men who knew the taste of other men’s saliva and spunk and body sweat, and who doubtless inserted more than fingers and tongues into each other’s orifices. Regularly. Not even with just a single other. There were four of them, for goodness sake.

“Oh,” said Raith. “I thought you might be. See, I was right,” he said to Phil. “I’ll go and do the dishes and make some cocoa.”

So that was it? That was the big confession? What an anti-climax. Nick could have cried. And they’d obviously been discussing him in his absence!

“I can’t imagine it,” said Phil gently, aware of Nick’s discomfort. “I mean, I fuck the hell out of two sassy men—but if you want to talk about it, I’m a very good listener. I don’t reckon it’s easy to be asexual in a world that seems to revolve around sex.”

“What do you think it revolves around?” asked Nick, relieved, in a way, to turn the conversation from himself.

“For me, it’s love, but love, for me, is different from sex. I love Ross. If anything happened to him, I’d be distraught, but I don’t find him sexy. The attachment is emotional, deeply emotional, but not sexual.”

“I’ve sometimes felt like that about people,” said Nick, drawn into a sort of confession by Phil’s quiet, thoughtful manner, “but it hasn’t worked out. I’ve not wanted to… do anything in bed, and they’ve misunderstood, and we’ve gone our separate ways. At first, I thought I might be gay, but I know I’m not. I can like men, but not sexually.”

“I can like women, but not sexually,” Phil said with a laugh.

“Could you kiss one?”

“On the cheek, I could. On the lips—a big sloppy one—ugh! No!”

“Me neither. Ugh! No! The problem is I couldn’t do it to a man either.”

Phil nodded his understanding.

“There’s nothing wrong with my libido,” Nick started saying.

“There’s nothing wrong at all,” said Phil.

“Thanks. What I mean is, being ace doesn’t mean that I never feel horny. I do. It just means that I’d rather…”

“Slake your own thirst?” Phil finished for him. “That’s how Mike would put it anyway.”

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Always Ours by J.P. James: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on April 14, 2019 by thebloggergirls

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by J.P. James

“Walk me home?” I ask the twins shyly.

I have to fight past my nerves if I want them to take me seriously.  Hell, I need to do this if I’m going to take myself seriously.

Logan and Mason share glances and then nod.  I know these guys are big and strong, but I can’t help going mushy whenever they look at each other.  I might not ever be able to understand their twin language, but it’s a privilege to witness.

I don’t want to be alone, so I’m grateful when they agree to take me home.  I live in a tiny apartment on the top floor of a five-story building.  Of course, there are plenty of stairs and the three of us smile as we ascend.

“Police Academy training has nothing on this walk-up,” Logan chuckles as we hit the fourth floor.

“I’m used to it,” I explain with a spring in my step.

“I can tell,” Mason husks.

I feel the firm, sure touch of his hand at my ass as we ascend the stairs.  I laugh but don’t bother batting his hand away.  I love that he appreciates my body.  I don’t exercise much, but I have to scale one hundred and thirty-two steps at least once a day.  My lower body is made of steel, and if these guys want to admire it, I’m not going to stop them.  If anything, it gives me a confidence boost.

Without thinking, I let out a low purr.  It’s quiet in the staircase, and I know I can’t it play off like an actual cat escaped a neighbor’s apartment.

I turn around to face them, and find their hungry eyes feasting on my body.  I watch the rise and fall of their chests as they try to calm their breathing, but my little outburst unleashed more of their animalistic grit.  I consider it a privilege that I can do this to them.

Everything about these guys feels like a privilege, if I’m being honest, and I don’t want to deny myself the pleasure either.  My body screams for Logan and Mason, as if I belong to them already.  Doctor Marty says I should focus on the things I have control over, and I’ve been thinking about that a lot.  I’m tired of feeling overwhelmed and helpless.  I want to chase the things that inspire and empower me, and never look back.

Right now, what empowers me is having my buff saviors by my side.  Logan and Mason treat me right.  When I feel anxious, I remember their sure, comforting touches and their gentle, kind words.  It warms me, and calms the ache in my heart.

It’s what I need to feel and hear tonight. 

I think this does more healing for me than any therapy.  I know Doctor Marty is a professional, but these guys mend my body and soul more than they know.

“My apartment is at the end of the hall,” I explain as I push the door open to the fifth floor.  “Would you like to come in for a bit?”

They nod and pick up the pace behind me.  I notice their eyes shift around as we cross towards my front door.  In fact, I think they’ve been watching for lurkers and creeps the entire walk home.  Maybe it’s their training that makes them act this way, but I like to think there’s something special about this level of security.  Something reserved only for me.  Dare to dream, I guess.

“This is nice,” Mason says, stepping into my apartment with Logan on his heels.  I shut the door behind them, feeling my heart start to quicken.

“It’s tiny,” I tell them, but Logan shakes off my remark.

“It might be tiny but it’s clean.  If you weren’t pursuing interior design, now would be the time we tried to convince you to,” he says with an affirming smile.  “Your décor is amazing.”

Yum.  Every word out of their mouths gives me strength.

I gesture for them to sit at the leather couch in the living room.

“My Aunt Darcy bought this sofa and also my bed.  They’re the only nice things I own because everything else is Ikea, until I get a real job at least,” I joke.

“It’s beautiful,” says Mason as he grips the leather cushion beneath him.

“And there’s nothing wrong with Ikea,” Logan adds.  “It has its uses.”

I pull a cushion from the closet and set it on the ground in front of them.

“Hey, don’t sit there,” Mason starts, but my hand flies up to stop him.

“Believe me, I like sitting on the ground.  Plus, this way I can admire both of you at the same time,” I tell them.  I can feel the blush on my cheeks but I fight through it.

“Thank you,” Logan chuckles.  “You’re really sweet.”  Mason smiles too.

“I wanted to tell you something,” I say as I look between their beautiful blue eyes.  I take my seat on the cushion, and push my knees up to my chest as I cradle myself for comfort.

“Yes?” the twins ask.  I take a deep breath.

“Well, I started going to therapy because you know the city pays for it after an attack like the one I had.  I had my first session the other day, and I have another appointment next week.  Until I can get my anxiety under control.”

Their eyes are a complex mix of affection and sadness, the blue going from light to dark, and then back again.  They’re happy that I’m seeking treatment, but it’s another reminder of how we know one another, and how we got to this place.  The good with the bad, I suppose.

“We’re proud of you,” Mason promises, looking directly into my eyes.  “It’s important to take your mental health seriously.”

Logan nods all the same.  “Exactly.  You’re brave, but we already knew that.  This is to help you recover even more.”

The blush hasn’t left my face.  If anything, I feel warmer and definitely want to take my shirt off, anything to get some cold air on my skin.

“There’s something we want to ask you too,” Logan says in the next moment.

I look between them, but their expressions are unreadable.  “Sure, ask away.”

“The trial for your attacker is in a few days.  I was thinking about testifying, if that’s alright with you,” Logan confesses.

My chest tightens, but the twins have their hands on me before I freak out.

“We don’t want to stress you out,” Mason adds.  “But the DA has asked us to get up on the stand.”

I steady my breathing, trying to focus on their touch.

“That’s alright.  It’s fine.  I’m going to be fine,” I say.

Mason nods, and I can feel my face burning up.  It’s not like they have any choice when it comes to testifying.  But still, their concern shakes me to my core.  It’s all so much, how these guys take care of me and ask about getting up on the stand, as if my opinion makes a difference.  In such a short time, they’ve become important people in my life.  I can feel it everywhere, in my heart, in my head, and in my groin right now.

“You seem flushed,” Logan notes as his eyes rake over my face.  They dip lower, taking in the rest of me as I unfurl my knees from my chest.

“Yeah,” I breathe.  “I can’t help it.”

I let my gaze wander over their bodies.  They must like it too, both of them spreading their arms and legs wider on the couch, giving my eyes as much of them as possible.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Mason asks.  He tries to sound innocent but my ears find nothing of the sort behind his hoarse voice.

I focus again on them, succumbing to the fire building in my chest.  “I want you.  Both of you.  Is that okay?”

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Release Blitz: Finding Finlay by Ruby Moone + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on April 13, 2019 by thebloggergirls

Finding Finlay by Ruby Moone

Aaron Baker has a problem. His online clothing company is under attack. Whilst MC Securities tackle the breaches in security, he asks for an agent to pose as his fake boyfriend. He doesn’t bargain for getting a snarky, ex-marine with sad, blue eyes and submissive tendencies.

Dumped by his boyfriend, Finlay Masters concludes that the best, and safest, place for him is to return to the closet. Kicked out by his parents as a kid for being gay, closeted in the army for fifteen years, body wrecked by an explosion that cost him his job, he isn’t the best bet for any kind of relationship. Even a fake one.

As the investigation mounts, Aaron wants more, but Finn has no faith in love, never dared need anyone. Aaron talks of how lucky he is to find him, but Finn knows if he is to have a chance at a relationship at all, he needs to find himself.

Each book in the MC Securities Series can be read as standalone. 

Available at: Amazon

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Chasing Chance by M.E. Parker: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on April 12, 2019 by thebloggergirls

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by M.E. Parker

SET UP: This except is told from Andy’s point of view. After years of not speaking to each other, Andy and Chance have had an ‘encounter.’ Andy has not shared what happened with his friends. Andy and his friends prepare to watch what will turn out to be Chance’s biggest game of the season.

Two hours later, we were walking across the hall to Ben and Jordy’s apartment. Kick-off was at one o’clock and I only had a few minutes to get settled in front of the TV. Not that I would ever tell Chance, but I’d never missed a game since he started playing for the Lions. Of course, I never cared that much about football, but it was fun watching Chance play. It was a small way to hold on to him, I guessed. But that day, I was so freakin’ excited I couldn’t stand it. Jordy and Cam mostly just tolerated watching the games. Ben, on the other hand, was fanatical. He loved American football. It had become a tradition for the four of us to watch it together.

“Ugh… no offense to your friend Chance, but I’m glad football season is almost over. I’m ready for a new Saturday routine,” Cameron whined as we crossed the hall.

Before I could answer, Ben threw the door open. He was wearing a bright green Lions jersey that he’d paired with a pair of hot pink pants and a pair of white Vans. “Who let the Lions out, who, who?” he chanted, holding up his hand for a high five. I laughed and high-fived him.

Cam followed behind me. “Just so you know, that chant does not work at all with a British accent.”

I was still laughing when Ben replied, “What’s got your knickers in a twist? Have you no school spirit, man?”

“Rah. Rah,” Cam deadpanned as we descended onto the couch.

Jordy was at his drafting table working furiously on a design and ignoring us.

“So, please tell me the rumors are true. Are you really bonking Chance Wyrick?” Ben asked.

I leaned forward and looked at Cam who was sitting on the other side of Ben. “I wonder where that rumor started.” Cam pretended to examine his fingernails. “No, it’s not true. We were friends growing up. No one’s bonking anyone.”

Ben sighed. “Oh well, that’s quite a shame. Was he really at your flat last night?”

I rolled my eyes. Of course Cameron had given them the entire play by play last night. “Yeah, he stopped by,” I said, not wanting to elaborate.

“Next time he stops by, as you say, an introduction would be nice. I can’t believe you never told me you knew him. Could he get us tickets for a game?” Ben asked.

“Or better yet, could he get us into the locker room?” Cam interrupted.

I snorted. “Yes. Let me just call him up and ask him if he could get me and my three gay friends into the locker room so that we can ogle him and his teammates.”

“I should think they’d be flattered,” Ben said. “We are the hottest gays at Gilcrest.”

Cam spoke up. “Truer words were never spoken.”

“And don’t forget the most humble,” I added.

Jordy finally made a sound in the form of a snicker from his drafting table.

Cam sighed. “It really is a shame I misread the situation. I could swear my gaydar pinged last night. It’s never wrong.”

“Mine too,” Jordy said quietly.

I looked up at him, trying desperately not to show my surprise.

“Really?” Cam asked, turning towards him.

Jordy shrugged. “Yeah. We’re in some of the same classes. I haven’t met him. But there was a time during my freshman year that I thought maybe he was queer. But he definitely dates girls. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

“Hmmm… such a pity,” Cam said.

I focused on the TV, hoping the conversation was over. It was only a couple of minutes from kick-off and the commentators were discussing the defensive weaknesses of each team. Cam let out a loud sigh. “I’m already bored. Would anyone like a White Lion?” The White Lion was our signature cocktail for football games. Cam had insisted that we have a signature cocktail. It was really just a Mojito with a new name. “Me,” I said.

Ben raised his hand. “Me.”

“Three,” Jordy uttered from his drafting table.

The teams’ rosters scrolled across the screen and, as soon as the headshot of Chance popped up, filling the screen, an entire flock of butterflies set loose in my stomach. He looked so fucking hot in his Lions jersey. He was wearing the classic Chance Wyrick smile. And his big, brown eyes felt like they were staring straight at me. I’m totally fucked. No doubt about it. Continue reading →

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Trusting Him by L.M. Somerton: Exclusive Excerpt!

Posted on April 11, 2019 by thebloggergirls

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by L.M. Somerton

They found Rayne, Benjy, Frank, Fergus and Henry gathered around the table in the staff room. A large cardboard box sat in the middle of it and there were strange squeaks coming from inside.

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Luke demanded

Skye peered into the box. “Oh! Oh, look, Sir.”

Frustrated that no one was giving him a clear explanation for the chaos, Luke stepped forward. For a moment he couldn’t work out what he was looking at, but gradually he realized that the pile of wriggling fur in the box was a collection of kittens and their mother, an ample tabby with a purr like a traction engine.

“Perhaps someone could explain why there is a box of cats on the table?”

Skye pulled one of the kittens from the box and held it against his chest where it promptly fell asleep. “Where did they come from?” he asked.

“They were left outside the main gate,” Rayne said. “I drove into the village because I had to get my mum’s birthday card into the post and when I got back the box was there. Right in the middle of the road. How could somebody just dump them?”

By this time, all the boys had picked out a kitten to cuddle. The mother cat didn’t seem bothered at all. Probably relieved to get a moment’s peace, Luke thought. I know how she feels.

Skye turned to Luke with pleading eyes. “Can we keep them, Sir?”

Luke found himself the subject of six intense stares. He had the sense to recognize he’d already lost the battle. Thoughts of the sub mafia flashed through his head. “They can stay for the weekend, then we will have to see about finding them new homes. They also need to visit a vet. They can’t be anywhere near the kitchen though. Tor would have me hung like an aging ham.” He surveyed his staff. “You’ll all have to take turns looking after them, and that includes the night shift. I suggest the old chauffeur’s room over the garage would be suitable. It’s well insulated and dry.”

“We can set up a pen so they have some space to play,” Benjy suggested. “And find something cozy for them to sleep in.”

“They’ll need food, a litter tray… I grew up with cats,” Henry said. “If you drive, Rayne, we could get to the nearest pet superstore. The place will be open until eight tonight and there’s a vet on site. I’ll call them and see if we can get an emergency appointment.”

“The kittens aren’t weaned yet,” Rayne said. “They’ve been feeding from their mum, so we won’t need kitten food. I think someone else should come with us. I don’t want any of them getting loose in the car and we don’t have a proper pet carrier.

Luke listened as the planning continued around him. With the decision made that the cats could stay, he had become superfluous to the proceedings. “Frank, for those who are staying in tonight, please order a takeaway from the Happy Garden. You can use The Retreat’s account. I’ll leave you all to it. I have a date with a glass of wine and a few episodes of Luther on the iPlayer. I’ll be in my quarters if you need me.” He directed the last comment to Skye who seemed torn between joining him and staying to play with the kittens. He gave the one he was holding a kiss before putting it back in the box.

“Include me in the cat-sitting rota,” Skye said. “That’s okay, isn’t it, Sir?”

“It is.” He was pleased Skye had volunteered. “They’ll be back from the vet’s soon enough,” he said, taking Skye’s hand and leading him from the staff room. “In the meantime, you can pet me instead.”

Skye licked his lips. “Yes please, Sir!”

Luke guessed he retained around ninety-nine percent of Skye’s love. The other percent had gone to a box of wriggling fluff balls.

 

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At A Stranger’s Mercy by Brittany Cournoyer: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on April 9, 2019 by susan65coug Miss Behaving

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by Brittany Cournoyer

How many times did I have to tell the rude officer questioning me—whose name I’d completely forgotten—I didn’t know anything before he finally believed it? It was as if he wasn’t listening to a word I said to him when I explained I saw the man but didn’t commit any details to memory. I had been too creeped out and unsettled by the evilness I saw.

“Wait here. Do not move from this spot,” the officer said to me, his voice laced with the annoyance I felt.

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere,” the officer said to another cop who was hovering around us.

“Will do.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and, instead, lowered them until I could see my shoes. Of course the one day I went against my normal routine, I managed to lock eyes with a potential murderer.

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Snow Storm by Davidson King: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on April 7, 2019 by thebloggergirls

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by Davidson King

Snow

“May I ask why you’re making a huge scene in the front of Mr. Manos’ house?” He wasn’t being kind to her, but she didn’t seem to care. She batted her eyes.

“Well, Billy, you see, I need to speak with one of the Manos men. My lovely Pixie is in quite a state and it’s all that Buck’s fault.”

Oh lord above, that dog was going to be the death of me.

“Well, I’ll be glad to help you if you can explain the situation.”

She nodded, clearly pleased she had his attention. “Yes, I asked Donald here if I could enter, but he said no, and that’s very rude.” She gave an unaffected Donny the stink eye.

“You have to understand why, Mrs. Markle. You’re hollering at the gate.”

“Yes, well, my Pixie just got back from the vet and she’s pregnant!” she screeched, and that was it. I couldn’t sit there.

“Now, you hold on a second, Mrs. Markle,” I said as I stepped out of the car. Ignoring Bill’s goddammit or Donny’s oh god, I got right up in her face. “Your French poodle is a little slut! She’s been shaking her fluffy ass all over the street. I saw her last week getting her ass tackled by Mr. Ryder’s bulldog, so don’t come here and blame Buck.”

“Why you little…” Yeah, Mrs. Markle went for my neck.

“No!” Bill shouted and stepped between us. “Mrs. Markle, there’s no way of knowing if Buck is the daddy.” That comment earned him a chuckle from Donny. “After the birth, we can all sit down and figure it out.”

“And what about her bills until she delivers?”

“If Buck is the father, then we’ll pay fifty percent after she delivers. But do yourself a favor and get your hussy of a dog fixed,” I snapped, and she began screaming again. “Open the gate, Donny, I’m done with the Poodle Madam.”

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The Selkie Prince’s Secret Baby by J.J. Masters: Exclusive Excerpt!

Posted on April 6, 2019 by thebloggergirls

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Exclusive Excerpt from The Selkie Prince’s Secret Baby

by J.J. Masters

“You are the last unbonded son of Solomon, Caol. We need to stay on good terms with the Royal Council, so you must do your duty by taking a mate and it can’t be Beck. As much as you and Beck want that, it can’t be. So, I’m sorry, but you cannot take a beta as a bonded mate.”

Caol stared at his eldest brother, Kai. The current reigning King of the North sat behind a new, more conservative desk in the royal library with their beta brother and Kai’s assistant, Aegir, standing behind his right shoulder.

Aegir spoke up, “It’s true, Caol, the Royal Council is getting impatient. The Selkie Seekers have rounded up six omegas of noble blood to present. They keep contacting me to schedule a Presentation Ceremony.”

“I don’t want it.”

Kai leaned forward and growled, “You don’t get a choice.” He sat back, shook his dark head and ran a hand down his face, clearly in frustration.

Well, Caol was just as frustrated. “All of you have produced enough heirs for the throne. There’s no reason I need to.”

“It’s law.”

While Caol couldn’t argue that, he wanted to. But there was no point. “You say you don’t want to be like Father, but here you are, Kai…”

“This wasn’t Father’s rule, it’s the Royal Council’s. The law is written in the scrolls. You know that. We have put off the Presentation Ceremonies as long as we could. The Council accepted the delay while you were traveling and doing business for the Northern Colony. Though, they have no idea what that business was about.”

Over the past couple years, Caol had traveled the globe, visiting other Selkie colonies in search for more sons of Solomon who had been traded away because they weren’t alpha-born. It turned out to be a common practice in some kingdoms, though a highly-kept secret.

It was during one of those many trips that Caol found Aegir, Marlin’s full-blooded beta brother, in the Southern Colony. He also found Zander, Zale’s full-blooded omega brother, in Laurentia, who, unfortunately, had been taken and severely abused by a selfish alpha who was not his fated mate. And in the Caledonia Colony he found his own twin, Caspian, who was omega-born and had been sent away and separated from Caol solely due to his gender.

Three sons of Solomon, that they were aware of so far, had been traded like livestock by their own father because they were not born alphas.

Of course, there had been a fourth son. Douglass. But, thanks be to Poseidon, that beta was no more. He’d been tossed out to sea without his seal skin for the crimes he committed against their family, which included the murder of King Solomon, his own father.

Besides Aegir coming to live in the castle, Caspian had been brought home, as well. But because he was an omega, Caol’s twin remained on heat suppressants until he could find his fated mate.

Zander still lived with Meesha in the nearby town of Seaport. His recovery from the awful physical and mental abuse he’d experienced was a slow process and he preferred to reside with Kai’s former human nanny. They all took turns visiting him on a weekly basis, hoping one day he would join them in the castle.

Kai pulled Caol out of his thoughts. “We can’t keep putting it off, brother, as much as you would like to.”

“You put our brother and king in a precarious position with the Royal Council, Caol. He’s risked a lot already by accepting Nic, a hybrid, as Marlin’s mate. If they ever find out the truth…” Aegir dropped his head and shook it. He had a thick head of dark brown hair like the rest of them, clearly a trait their late father passed on to his offspring. He lifted it again and continued, “And we can’t forget that Nic was never branded.”

“And won’t be,” Kai added. “Neither will your omega, Caol. I won’t allow it. We must do everything we can to keep the Council off our backs and from demanding proof.”

“While I appreciate you taking a stand on the branding without the Council’s backing, I know I put you… us… for Poseidon’s sake, our whole colony at risk by delaying my mating.” Caol took a step toward the desk and his oldest brother. His voice caught when he whispered, “But I love him, Kai, I do. Now that the time has come, I don’t know if I can give him up.”

The king frowned. “The male loves you, too, that’s obvious.”

“It would be like taking Luca away from you.”

Kai’s blue eyes narrowed, and he shook his head. “No. Luca is my fated mate. Beck can never be that.”

“Maybe not fated, but he could be my mate.”

“No, Caol, he can’t. He can’t produce pups. We have discussed this numerous times, and honestly, I’ve become weary of the topic. My answer isn’t going to change. You must start the search for your fated mate. An omega,” he emphasized. Kai glanced over his shoulder and addressed their beta brother. “Contact the Seekers and schedule the first presentation.”

Aegir nodded, his navy-blue eyes, filled with sadness, on Caol. Being a beta, he knew what it was like to be in Beck’s shoes. While both were the sons of kings, neither were considered worthy of being royalty because of their gender. Betas were considered workers. Nothing more. They were forbidden to hold a royal title or rule a colony.

“You need to break it off with Beck. If I must, I can find you another beta servant. We could send Beck away to make it easier.”

How in great sea gods would sending his lover away make it any easier?

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