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Honorary Blogger G.B. Gordon: Part IV – Gathering Survivors + Giveaway!

Posted on March 25, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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Part IV – Gathering Survivors

by G.B. Gordon

Hi everyone, I’m thrilled to be here and especially thrilled about the reason I’m here: Bengt and Alex are back with The Other Side of Winter. Some of you wanted to know a bit more about what happens between the two books, so I’m taking the opportunity to give you some glimpses into that year the guys spent apart from each other in a series of intermezzos over the course of this booktour.

SPOILER ALERT! A warning for those of you who’ve NOT yet read Santuario: since thesescenes are set after the first book, there will, of course, be spoilers.

Thank you for having me,

G

Read on at your own discretion.

IV. Gathering Survivors

Alex found a jumble of tree trunks and branches that gave him a perch off the sodden ground, where he could lean back and doze off without falling. He slept like the liebre, the jackrabbit of the brush lands: minutes at a time. In between those scant rests he listened into the darkness and tried to think of nothing.

As the first light trickled down to the forest floor, he drank some water and refilled his canteen from the numerous mini pools in leaves and flowers, then gingerly picked his way back. When he could smell the remnants of the fire he stopped to listen, then, as quietly as he could, he started to walk around the camp or whatever was left of it in a slowly tightening spiral, stopping ever so often to listen, unfocusing his eyes to look through the canopy instead of at it. He much preferred the more open palm forests he’d grown up around. He tried to tell himself that the cover worked both ways, but still felt exposed and claustrophobic at the same time.

He didn’t step into the clearing when he came to it, again circling around at the edge of the vegetation. All that was left of the bunkhouse and the attached cooking station was a heap of ashes and charred beams. The rain had extinguished the flames before they could spread. Or maybe the jungle was too wet to burn anyway. Alex had braced himself for a heap of bodies, but didn’t see a single one. Nor any turned soil. Odd. While the securitas had a reputation for cleaning up after themselves, he didn’t see them lugging a pile of bodies over this kind of terrain.

His shoulder blade pricking with imagined eyes he took a step forward. Like walking through glue. When nothing happened, he took another step. And another. Searching the debris, for what, he didn’t even know. There was nothing left here. He should scram.

The shock when he recognized the first skull in the ashes hit his body like a physical blow that brought him to his knees. Once seen, they were hard to miss—skulls, ribcages; the fire hadn’t burned hot or long enough to consume the bones.

Don’t think. He’d known every one of these people. Not closely, maybe. He hadn’t been here long enough for that. Don’t. Fucking. Think.

The soft metallic snick whipped his head up. Gun slide. And he was kneeling in the fucking middle of the fucking clearing like a sacrifice.

“Hands behind your head.”

That voice. He did as he was told, but he knew that voice. “Simón?”

Stunned silence answered him, followed by, “Caray. Alex?”

Simón Mendez walked around him and held out his hand to help him up. Alex took it. He hadn’t seen the man in months, and never out of uniform. He was glad to see to see him alive, but there wasn’t much room for happiness in this place, so it just felt strange, skewed to meet him like this. “What are you doing here?”

“We got word of the raid, and tried to get here in time to warn everyone.” He stared into the charred ruins and swallowed the obvious.

“We?”

Simón raised his arm, and Alex turned to watch a dozen more men step out into the open. Three of them he recognized as bunkmates. So he hadn’t been the only one to make it out alive. Four out of sixteen.

“How did they find us?”

Simón shrugged. “My guess? Some poor sod breaking under torture. I just hope it earned him a quick bullet.” He spit into the ashes.

Alex ran his hands through damp hair. The taste of ashes clogged his throat. He swallowed the bile and concentrated every bit of willpower he possessed on blanking out his thoughts. “I lost my fucking hat in there,” he said.

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About The Other Side of Winter

TheOtherSideOfWinter_200x300Not all wounds are visible.

Skanian investigator Bengt fell in love with fellow policeman Alex Rukow in a week. But that was a year ago, and they’ve been apart ever since. Then Alex escapes the corrupt and destitute island nation of Santuario and comes to live with Bengt. Happy ever after . . .?

Alex’s lifelong dream of leaving Santuario has come true at last. But he finds himself adrift in a society he doesn’t understand. Worse, past nightmares come back to haunt him, and after so many years of suspicion and self-reliance, it’s harder than he imagined to trust someone else.

Bengt just wants Alex to share his comfortable life. But the more he tries to give, the more Alex pulls away. Their physical connection couldn’t be better, but Bengt can’t seem to get through to his difficult, taciturn lover outside the bedroom. Meanwhile, he has his own demons to confront—not to mention a serial killer on the loose.

Bengt and Alex must dig deep for the courage to face their pasts, but it may be too late to save their relationship or their lives.

Available at: Riptide Publishing

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About G.B. Gordon

G.B.Gordon worked as a packer, landscaper, waiter, and coach before going back to school to major in linguistics and, at 35, switch to less backbreaking monetary pursuits like translating, editing, and writing.

Having lived in various parts of the world, Gordon is now happily ensconced in suburban Ontario with the best of all husbands. Santuario is G.B. Gordon’s first published work, but many more stories are just waiting to hit the keyboard.

Find out more on G.B.’s Website, Twitter or Goodreads.

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Cover Reveal: Healing Hunter’s Heart by Charlie Cochet + Exclusive Excerpt Part 3 & Giveaway!

Posted on March 24, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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Honorary Blogger Barbara Elsborg: A Difficult Subject + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on March 17, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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A Difficult Subject

by Barbara Elsborg

One of the things writers are often asked is – where do you get your ideas? The answer for me is everywhere as I suspect it is for most authors. The germ for Falling was the story a friend told me about her friend’s son who taught in a school in Scotland. He’d been accused—unjustly—of sexual assault. The pupil in question later withdrew her claim but too late to save the guy’s career. Mud does indeed stick and teaching lost a talented guy.

I took the story a stage further and sent my hero to prison. I have a few friends in the English judicial system and I researched to find out what would happen to him, the sort of sentence he’d get, the likelihood of him being convicted. The fact that Harper was so unfairly treated is, I hope, uncommon. And it’s very important to balance all this against the terrible crimes that are committed against children. Most of those charged with sexual assault deny it and continue to do so even after conviction. But juries don’t always get it right. Sometimes the good guys are delivered into a nightmare that continues long after they are released.

Not an easy topic. Not a light topic. So I balanced it with a guy I fell for the moment I chose his name – Malachi. The meaning of his name is significant!

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About Falling

1Harper is no longer behind bars, but it doesn’t feel like it. Ten years serving time for a crime he didn’t commit have left him shut down, numb, and a frozen wreck over the simplest of choices.

He’s acutely aware of the dark-haired young man checking him out in the supermarket, but he’s too deep in panic mode to even meet the guy’s gaze. Afraid the slightest move will trigger a fall that will never stop.

Fresh off a long-term relationship with a controlling man, Malachi is stuck living with relatives who think he’s a waste of oxygen. The tall guy in the long, gray coat is the first bright spot he’s glimpsed in a long time…though the man’s unblinking stare at a bottle of shower gel is a touch alarming.

Hard experience tells both of them to turn away before lust turns to hopeless attraction, and inevitably to disaster. But once their sparks connect, the arc of electricity is too strong to deny. Even if the cost is too much to bear.

Available at: Samhain Publishing & Amazon

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An Excerpt from Falling

Harper walked quickly back down the main road, rising anxiety making his chest ache. Past The Station pub where light and noise spilled onto the pavement, past a row of shops that were no longer familiar, past the car dealership that was, and he kept going alongside the cricket ground until he reached Ings Lane. He was almost running, but he didn’t seem able to slow down even though his breathing was ragged.

He turned off Ings Lane onto Oddstone Lane. Willow House was right at the end. He wasn’t supposed to be here yet, but the place he’d agreed to stay in for a month had been wrecked by a burst pipe. He transferred the bags to one hand and fumbled in his pocket for the key. It worked—thank fuck—and a flick of a switch turned on the hall light. See? Everything is fine. He closed the door behind him, his chest heaving, stared at the bolt before he wrenched it across, and then he started to shake.

Before the bags fell from his trembling hand, he put them on the floor, then slid down the wall to his haunches, covering his head with his arms, his fingers interlinked.

Safe, safe, safe.

But he wasn’t. His head wouldn’t let him be safe. His head threw him right back into hell. He stayed in that position for a long while, his breathing fast and erratic, waiting for something to happen, for someone to kick him or shout abuse or whisper obscenities or order him to his feet. The complete silence freaked him out. Mentally and physically exhausted, he had no thought of doing anything other than sleeping, because that would shut down his racing mind.

He rocked back and forth, struggling with the churning in his head, his mixed-up thoughts tumbling hard and heavy like boulders rolling down a hill. Taking deep breaths began to help. He had a mountain to climb and falling rocks to dodge, but the mountain would still be there in the morning, and maybe when he woke, it wouldn’t look quite so much like Everest.

Once he was sure his legs would support him, he pushed himself up. He left the supermarket purchases where they lay, picked up his duffel bag and made for the stairs. He didn’t even know if there was a bed to sleep in.

He pushed open the door to his old room and pressed the light switch. A double bed but no sheets, blankets or pillows. He pulled thin, flowery curtains across the window. What a novelty, though he felt no more secure. Cleaning his teeth and washing his face was a nightly ritual and he broke it. He didn’t even need to take a piss. Had he drunk anything today? A coffee, first thing. Nothing after.

He left the light on, kicked off his shoes and curled up on the bed in his coat. A moment later he got up and put the shoes neatly together on the floor. He’d hardly lain flat again before he reached down and tossed them across the room. He closed his eyes. Please let me sleep. Please don’t let me dream. Please give me my life back.

No one was listening. No one ever had.

He was still falling.

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About Barbara Elsborg

Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide. (Try saying that fast)

After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop. Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, sometimes two bad boys for each quirky heroine, and more recently two bad boys all on their own. She hopes her stories are as much fun to read as they are to write.

You can find out more about Barbara and her books at www.barbaraelsborg.com, catch more of her scintillating wit at her blog on the same site, and if you want to tell her how much you love her books, please, email her!

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Cronin’s Key by N.R. Walker: Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway!

Posted on March 13, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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Exclusive Excerpt from Cronin’s Key

by N.R. Walker

Alec let Cronin lead the way, thankful he did so at a human pace. It was dark, downhill and the grass was slippery with dew. “You can see where you’re going, right?”

“Very clearly,” Cronin replied, still holding Alec’s hand.

“You can see everything in the dark?” Alec asked as they walked along a grassy path. “All vampires have super-sight, yeah?”

“Night or day is the same, just a different color,” Cronin explained.

The night looked dark and misty to Alec, nothing more. If it weren’t for the cold, Alec wouldn’t have believed he was in a different country. The smell though, the scent of damp heather as Cronin had identified, was very distinct. It was very Cronin.

Alec really couldn’t see where he was, though as their walk became more even-footed and less downhill, Alec thought he was in what looked like a field. The grass was long and heavy with dew, making Alec’s jeans damp to above his knees. The wet added to the cold, but Alec never complained or stopped walking. Wherever Cronin was taking him must have been important, and even if it weren’t, just being outdoors, walking and holding hands despite the cold, felt wonderful.

Then Alec realized why Cronin had brought him here. He gave his hand a squeeze. “This is where you’re from?”

“Yes,” Cronin said. “I grew up not far from here. The village to the north, but it was not exact where it is now.” Cronin laughed a little. “My brothers and I would go to the River Add and fish for eel. Oh, I’d not recalled that for a long time,” he said. “I’d not given thought to that in so long! My mother would be so cross. We were supposed to toil fields, or collect reeds to be dried, but when the weather was warm, we’d make off, hunting rabbit in the glen.”

Alec could listen to him tell stories all night long. “How many brothers did you have?”

“Two. I was the youngest. They were both bigger than I, strong with black hair. Then there was me, just a wee lad with my mother’s fair skin and red hair.”

Alec grinned at his use of such Scottish dialect. It rolled so beautifully off his tongue. “Hence the name Cronin, I take it. It means red, doesn’t it?”

Alec could see Cronin’s smile, even in the darkened night. “Yes. I don’t recall a great many things from my human years. I do remember my mother would weave baskets. And I remember a town feast, I was very young, but I remember the music and dancing, people drinking and eating, laughing. I don’t recall the cause of such celebration, but I remember that.”

“I can’t even imagine it,” Alec said. “What did you wear? I mean, what was the fashion of the eighth century, Scotland?”

“What did I wear?”

“Yes!”

“Fabrics were coarse, woven wool or hemp, some were dyed, some were not,” Cronin said. “We were not wealthy enough to have finery.”

“And your shoes?”

“Leather boots,” Cronin said. “Just a very basic form of what you wear today, bound with leather strapping.”

“I am intrigued by it all,” Alec said, squeezing Cronin’s hand again. “It helps me see who you are.”

“I have not told anyone these stories,” Cronin said quietly. “Of my brothers, of my mother.”

Cronin stopped walking and let go of Alec’s hand. He was quiet, seemingly lost in his memories. He turned in a circle letting the tall grass skim his fingertips. “I’ve not been here for a very long time.”

The mist seemed to float above them and, as Cronin had said it would be, the air was a fraction warmer than it was on the hill. Alec’s eyes had adjusted a little and he could see that yes, they were in a field. There was a dark line about a hundred yards to the west and Alec presumed they were trees. There was absolutely nothing there, yet Cronin had stopped in this particular spot for a reason.

“Why did you really bring me here?”

Cronin looked at Alec then and he swallowed hard. “Because this is where I died.”

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About Cronin’s Key

unnamedNYPD Detective Alec MacAidan has always been good with weird. After all, his life has been a string of the unexplainable. But when an injured man gives him cryptic clues, then turns to dust in front of him, Alec’s view on weird is changed forever.

Cronin, a vampire Elder, has spent the last thousand years waiting for Alec. He’d been told his fated one would be a man wielding a shield, but he didn’t expect him to be human, and he certainly didn’t expect that shield to be a police badge.

Both men, strong-willed and stubborn, are still learning how to cope with the push and pull of being fated, when fate throws them another curveball.

Rumors have spread quickly of turmoil in Egypt. Covens are fleeing with news of a vampire who has a talent like no other, hell-bent on unleashing the wrath of Death.

Alec and Cronin are thrown into a world of weird Alec cannot imagine. What he learned in school of ancient pharaohs and Egyptian gods was far from the truth. Instead, he finds out firsthand that history isn’t always what it seems.

Available at: Amazon

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About N.R. Walker

N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.

She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

Find out more about N.R. on her Website, Facebook or Twitter.

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Hammer and Bone by Kirby Crow + Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on March 4, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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Jory walked closer to me than he had to on the way to the Haunted House. It was crowded, and if anyone noticed that we were rubbing shoulders, they’d just blame it on the foot traffic.

A girl in a bloody nurse’s uniform greeted us at the door to the Haunted House, which any other time of the year was the three-story, wood-framed building where they stored animal feed, farm tools, and science projects for the 4-H.

“Admittance to the Haunted House requires you to sign this form releasing us from all responsibility for any loss of sanity resulting from entering the domain . . . and five dollars. Each,” she intoned. Her chin was painted with syrupy, magenta-toned blood.

“We’re security for the event.”

Jory put a ten on the table. “It’s for the high school, Ange.”

I shrugged and followed him up the wooden doors into solid darkness, ignoring the girl who waved her “admittance form” at us. They really just wanted email addresses to market us those coupon books and chalky candy bars. Time enough for that when Alex was older.

The sound system played spooky tracks on repeat, mostly movie clips and sound effects: cryptic sentences uttered in baby-doll voices, bull-bass demon voices promising doom, creaking doors, and lonely howling wind.

A fuzzy black-and-red pentagram rug lay over the threshold. Jory looked down at it.

“Nice. I bet the Chamber of Commerce didn’t approve this.” He was grinning like a kid again. Funny that a guy like him had wound up being a cop. I knew some officers at the station—some real Old Time Religion boys—who would have been livid about that rug.

The air was moist heat after the clammy coolness of the outdoors, and muffled sounds echoed from the walls, deep and faint as a pulse.

“Come on, this way.” Jory tugged my arm before he headed off into darkness through an open doorway to our right, his heels drumming hollowly on the bare planks of the wooden floor. As soon as he stepped through the door, he tripped a sensor, and red light flooded the room.

I followed him. “Ooooh, spooky. We paid ten dollars for this?”

“I paid.”

I leaned close. “I’m a cheap date.”

Jory flashed me that high-wattage grin again, and I wanted to kiss him right there, but the room was too dim, and there was no telling if some teenager was hiding in the corner, dressed like a clown and waiting to spring at us.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jory murmured.

I let my shoulder brush his and looked at the display. Someone had put a big antique cuckoo clock like my mother had in the corner. It was shabby and the glass was broken, but the pendulum swung in time. The crisp ticking was loud and prominent in the room, even over the carnival sounds outside. I noticed I was standing inside a taped yellow outline of a body shape on the floor. I quickly moved out of it by sheer habit. They’re not amusing once you’ve seen one for real.

The walls were like the rest of the house: a mixture of scarred plaster and cracked drywall, paint of various colors peeling off in speckles, and the endless scuffs and scratches of a hundred years of human habitation, now bathed by a lurid crimson light bulb. A dirty, gray-striped mattress was tossed in the corner. It looked indescribably filthy with unknown stains, and there was one very large, brownish stain in the center that was meant to look like old blood. I got a whiff of strong coffee smell and shook my head. Some of the websites the kids got their decorating tips from were disturbing. Of course, I’d have been a lot more disturbed if they’d gotten real blood from the butcher shop, but then, so would they. Hopefully.

An old television cased in cracked brown plastic rested on the floor. It was switched on and tuned to a dead channel, some kind of red ooze dripping down the glass. The static seemed to strobe in eerie sync with the ticking clock.

I noticed a body bag by the bed and nudged it with my toe. It was stuffed with old clothes.

“That’s a real body bag,” Jory said.

I looked closer and saw the thick nylon cover, the sturdy zipper, and the faded white lettering on the side that read Winston Mortuary. “I’ll be damned.”

“Where do you figure they got this?”

I shrugged. “Kids have relatives.”

“But is that legal?”

I laughed a little. “Jesus, I don’t know. Why?”

“It’s just so morbid. There were real corpses in that. People. It’s disrespectful.”

“What, to use the bag that might have carried Auntie Joan to the hearse as a prop in your high school Halloween display? Some of the kids I’ve known would’ve brought the body along, too.”

Jory looked away from the bag. “It’s still wrong.”

I risked ruffling his hair. My Alex was never going to be like those other kids. Never. If I wanted Alex to grow up to be like anyone, it was Jory.

Just thinking that put a lump in my throat. I’d be proposing next, if I wasn’t careful. You are cordially invited to attend . . .

We moved on to the next room, through another door and up a flight of stairs. The staircase was narrow, and when we came to the switchback we brushed shoulders again.

“Folk must have been smaller back in the day,” Jory joked.

“I’m just big.”

“Are you?”

“Huge,” I assured him.

“Really.” He sounded convincingly unconvinced.

“Gargantuan.”

He snickered in the dark, and I pinched his ass as we navigated the stairs. Jory sure knew how to make a shift fun. Just thinking about it, about sex with him, about his firm body under me and the way he moaned in little whimpers and the utterly sweet tightness of his ass put a jolt through my nerves and a hard ache in my dick.

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About Hammer and Bone

HammerAndBone_400x600The purest evil lives in the hearts of men.

Carnival mystics. Zombie tribes. Bad magic in the Bayou. Mage-princes, alien cities, and soul-stealing priests. The grim monsters in the worlds of these dark, speculative tales are true horrors, but it’s the people you should fear the most.

People like Michel, a boy pining for his best friend, Ray. But a presence in the swamp calls Michel to avenge another lost love, and he must decide which summons to answer. Or Angelo, a prescient cop who denies his visions until they endanger the man he loves. Or Bellew, an overseer in a shantytown of criminals sheltering a revenant and feeding it from their ranks.

From ruined lands of steam and iron, to haunted Southern forests, to brutal city streets where hope and damnation flow from the same spring, only a few stubborn souls possess the heart to challenge evil on its own terms. Some wield magic, some turn to rage or even love, but the ones left standing will survive only if they find the courage to carve their own paths to freedom.

Even if it means carving through flesh.

Available at: Riptide Publishing

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About Kirby Crow

Kirby Crow is an American writer born and raised in the Deep South. She is a winner of the EPIC Award and the Rainbow Award, and is the author of the bestselling “Scarlet and the White Wolf” series of fantasy novels. Kirby and her husband and their son share an old, lopsided house in the Blue Ridge with a cat. Always a cat.
For upcoming news of her future novels, visit her Website, Amazon, Blog, Twitter or Goodreads.

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Cover Reveal: Brothers LaFon, Part 1: Crucial Lessons by Joseph Lance Tonlet + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on February 21, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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Brothers LaFon, Part 1:
Crucial Lessons

by Joseph Lance Tonlet

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Alexander LaFon lives a nightmare, but he deals with it. Deals with the fact that his mother abandoned him as an infant, deals with the fact that his father is never home, and deals with the fact that his older brother, Jeremiah, tortures him.

He dreams of escaping his mobile-home prison and finding a normal life. Of breaking free of his agony, finding a woman to love, becoming a teacher.

But some horrors you can never outrun. There’s nowhere to hide. Some nightmares chase you in your sleep and steal your freedom like a brutal thief. Some brothers never give up and never answer why.

Note: This book contains graphic violence, non-consensual sex, child abuse, and animal cruelty.

Now available for pre-order here.

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A Very Holland Valentine by Toni Griffin + Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on February 16, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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by Toni Griffin

Jason smiled as he quietly closed the bedroom door behind him. William was out like a light. His little boy slept like the dead, and with all the construction in their home, Jason had never been more thankful. He couldn’t even imagine how he would have coped if William had woken at every little noise that was made during the day. Night wasn’t an issue, it was just noisy during the day while everyone was here working.

Thankfully the majority of the large construction had already taken place. Now they were so close to finishing Jason could almost taste it. Another week, Alex had told him. One more week and he would be able to get his family and his home back. Jason missed his best friend, Brian.

Jason hated having so many strangers coming and going inside his home, especially with his son here. Jason had had no idea what it felt like to have such overwhelming feelings of protectiveness for another being until he became a parent.

Yes, he had Alex, but his mate was an Alpha and well capable of taking care of himself. Jason doubted there was anything he could do to protect the man that he couldn’t do faster or better. He didn’t mind; it came part and parcel of being mated to the Alpha. On the other hand, while William might grow up to be the pack’s next Alpha, right now he was a defenceless little cub.

Some of the workers Jason was acquainted with as they were pack, but unfortunately, not everyone was. And even though those people had been steadily coming in and out of his house for the last several months, it didn’t mean he’d gotten to know them. Some of the men seemed nice enough, but others gave him the downright creeps.

If Brian were around, he knew his friend would make him feel better. He missed the others as well, but Brian had been his friend since high school and he missed him most. He even missed the two-year-old terrors Samuel and Dylan. Brian had told him on the phone not long after they’d moved in to Maryanne and Joe’s place that the boys were giving their grandma a run for her money.

Jason couldn’t wait to see what William would be like at that age. He hoped he wouldn’t be quite as bad as the twins. The problem with the boys was they each had the other egging them on. Jason didn’t know how Brian did it most days. He would be utterly exhausted running around after two of them. He usually was by the end of the day anyway and all he had was five-month-old William.

Alex was amazing with his son. Jason had never seen such a large and imposing man turn to complete and utter goo before. Yes, Alex had curbed a great deal of his Alpha instincts around Jason, especially considering the circumstances they met under, but when Alex held his son in his arms, everything about him softened.

All the problems and demands on the day seemed to drain right out of the bigger man. His body relaxed completely and this serene expression came over his face. Jason loved it.

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About A Very Holland Valentine

AVHV-TG4x6Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and with it the completion of the renovations to their home. None could be happier about this then Zack who can’t wait to get away from Maryanne and all her fussing.

Plans are being finalised for all four couples for the happy day. However, sleezy tradies, an over protective mother-in-law and unexpected complications throw spanners in the works.

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About Toni Griffin

Toni Griffin lives in Darwin, the smallest of Australia’s capital cities. Born and raised in the state she’s a Territorian through and through. Growing up Toni hated english with a passion (as her editors can probably attest to) and found her strength lies with numbers.

Now, though, she loves escaping to the worlds she creates and hopes to continue to do so for many years to come. She’s a single mother of one and works full time. When she’s not writing you can just about guarantee that she will be reading one of the many MM authors she loves.

Find out more about Toni at her Facebook, Website, Twitter or email her at info@tonigriffin.net.

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As part of this blog tour, Toni is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card and 2 copies of A Very Holland Valentine!! To enter, just click the link below!

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Cover Reveal: Life is Awesome by Jordan Castillo Price + Exclusive Excerpt!

Posted on February 11, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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Mnevermind 3: Life is Awesome

by Jordan Castillo Price

Blurb: Daniel Schroeder wants nothing more than to repair his father’s broken memories, but it’s been a long time since he’s thought of himself as a memorysmith. Even though convincing Big Dan of their current reality is the most painful task Daniel faces every morning, somehow life manages to prevent him from finding a cure. He needs to keep their family business running. And he needs to moonlight at a competitor’s shop to keep all his employees paid. Or maybe he’s just trying to keep himself from exacerbating the situation.

A year ago, Daniel would have presumed he was clever enough to memorysmith his way out of their predicament, but nowadays he’s not so cavalier. Playing with people’s memories shouldn’t be taken lightly, and things can always get worse. Even with the help of some of the best minds in the business, Daniel still isn’t sure how to navigate his way out of the persistent false memory that’s crippled his life. Is new programming the answer? Better gear? More money? Or is time the only thing that can heal Big Dan’s memories…if they can even be fixed at all.

What Daniel needs most is some breathing room, and Elijah Crowe is eager to provide it. Since he’s smitten with Daniel, Elijah is determined to prove himself—and he’s more than qualified to clear Daniel’s schedule by taking over some duties at Adventuretech. With the support of his new boyfriend, possibilities begin to open up for Daniel, hints of things he hasn’t even realized he’d stopped hoping for: the contentment of a harmonious family, the fulfillment of his creative expression, and a chance at a relationship with a man he loves.

Available February 24th, 2015! Continue reading →

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Honorary Blogger Z.A. Maxfield: Vampire Novels Revamped + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on February 6, 2015 by thebloggergirls

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Vampire Novels Revamped

by Z.A. Maxfield

Hi! I’m Z.A. Maxfield, better known as ZAM. Many thanks to The Blogger Girls for helping me celebrate my latest release, Deep Desire, book one of The Deep Series.

One of the most delicious aspects of writing Notturno, the book that has now been reprinted as Deep Desire, was creating the excerpts of the priceless, centuries old manuscript that becomes the prize in a battle of wits between document expert Adin Tredeger and vampire Donte Fedelta.

Donte used the journal to record his private thoughts about his boyhood lover, the angelic, innocent young Auselmo. When writing those, I took my cue from letters written in history by famous lovers, gay and straight, and I tried to give them a ring of authenticity, but also to make them accessible to 21st century romance readers.

Here’s one such excerpt, exclusively here:

I am in the snow today, my Auselmo, its whiteness and silence like the death I feel when you are not within my reach. Today I have chosen to draw the journey home to take my place after my brothers died. Do you recall? I know you must. We endured the ride and the endless chattering of the women, playing word games and kissing with our eyes. I remember seeing you ride your horse, the stubborn one I always called Affligere for the way it chased you and stole your hats. We slipped away in the night and clumsily tugged each other into spending.

The way you kissed me…

There were more stars in the sky that summer, Auselmo, because you placed them there for me every time you smiled. The closer we got to San Sepolcro, and home, the sicker I felt in the pit of my stomach.

I knew then, as you know now, that our life together—those pleasant idylls in the herb gardens of the monastery—was over. My family had a woman waiting for me. She was older, promised originally to my brother, who passed. I couldn’t bear to tell you, to see the stars in the sky wink out one by one with your unhappiness. Forgive me, Auselmo.

That was when I noticed the guard, the dark one with the scar over his eye, watching us. In return, I watched him, and one night got an eyeful of the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. I never told you, love, but I paid him for information, and he let me watch him with his lover. The things they did with their bodies both appalled and inflamed me, and I knew—I thought I knew—that if I could have one night like that with you, I would go to Renata and my family uncomplaining.

Was I ever that foolish? Please, my lover, never answer that, for you, with your beauty and your innocence, could never have understood my dark desire for you in those days.

These books have been edited. They’ve been retitled. There are new, cool covers. They’ll be available simultaneously in ebook and print.

Vampire novels. Revamped.

Here’s your New Title Cheat Sheet

Original title – New Title

Notturno – Deep Desire coming Feb. 3 2015

Vigil – Deep Deception coming July

Matins – Deep Deliverance coming December

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About Deep Desire

There’s no leverage like seduction…until love takes a bite of his plans.

As the Indiana Jones of historical erotica, there is no document existing—or just rumored to exist—Adin Tredeger can’t unearth. Why he would risk the biggest coup of his career to join the mile-high club is beyond him. But the disarming, dark-eyed man who somehow enters Adin’s locked airplane washroom has him completely nude and coming apart. All without a whimper of protest.

From that moment, Adin and Donte Fedelta engage in an international battle of wit and cunning. The prize—a priceless, 500-year-old journal with illustrations so erotic it could make the Marquis de Sade blush.

Yet Donte’s desire for the journal goes far beyond simple possession. The undead nobleman wrote it. And he’s not above using every trick in his otherworldly arsenal—including seduction—to get it back.

Chemistry draws them together even as fortune tugs them apart. But when a third party joins the chase, they must unite to fight an enemy with a deadly goal—to erase Donte from history.

This book is a rerelease of a previously published book, with substantial rewrites.    

Available at: Samhain Publishing, Amazon, All Romance eBooks & Barnes and Noble

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About Z.A. Maxfield

_AuthorPhoto(1)Z.A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back.  Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.

If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

Readers can visit ZAM at her website, Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr.

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ZAM will be running two giveaways for this tour! At the end of the tour, she will draw a winner from the comments section of each blog to win a copy of Deep Desire!

There is also a tour-wide Rafflecoptor where readers can enter to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card. The giveaway begins February 2, 2015 and ends February 10, 2015. To enter, just leave a comment and click the link below!

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Good luck!

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