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That’s Who I Am by Jayden Brooks: Excerpt & Giveaway!

Hello! I want to thank The Blogger Girls for letting me hang out and share my recent release, That’s Who I Am.

An Excerpt from That’s Who I Am

by  Jayden Brooks

For the first time, my nose caught a whiff of the delicious aroma of roasting meats and something sweet. My stomach chose that moment to give a plaintive growl. I clutched my belly in surprise and embarrassment. “It smells great. Is her cooking edible?”

Sophie’s smack to the back of my head had me ducking and rubbing the abused spot. “Hey, that wasn’t a gentle tap, brat.” She hit me again. Hard. I leveled a glare at the sassy miss.

Hands on hips, she cocked her hip and wagged a finger in my face. “Watch your mouth about my cooking or you’ll be relying on Donovan.”

Donovan’s deep laughter filled the room. “She’s standing between us and starvation, unless you know how to cook.” His dimples flashed around the whiskers. I wanted to touch them. Lick them.

Clearing my throat, I shrugged. “My mom made sure I could cook the basics.” And there I was, right back to feeling like shit. But how the hell did I avoid ever having a stray thought about my family?

“Well, our Sophie is an aspiring chef, and the basics aren’t part of her repertoire. We shall eat like kings. Unless we piss her off. Then it’s gruel.”

I was horrified. I pissed everyone off. “We’re gonna starve.”

They both burst out laughing. They didn’t realize I’d been on my best behavior so far, censoring my mouth ruthlessly. Lord help us all.

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About That’s Who I Am

That&#39s Who I Am by Jayden Brooks eBookJared Winters’s life has been little more than a collection of moments where he didn’t think before opening his mouth. Always a bit different, he’s learned to accept an existence on the outside looking in. But one day, his mouth lands him in a position that nearly costs him his life. Only the timely intervention of Sophie, his twin Conner’s ex-girlfriend, saves him.

Siblings Sophie and Donovan Carrigan step in and offer support, comfort, and a place to call home. Under their care, Jared begins to heal and learns to trust just enough to act on his attraction to Donovan. He just hopes it’s worth the risk.

Available at: Dreamspinner Press & Amazon

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About Jayden Brooks

Jayden Brooks is a pretty cool chick. Just ask her friends. She’s a woman of great mystery and suspense, but she can’t tell a lie without confessing. She’s fond of gingers, tea, and tales of hot men falling in love with each other—not necessarily in that order. She lives in the suburbs of Chicago with her family, a golden retriever who goes by the name of Mickey, and a cat who wandered in one day and never left. More than anything, she believes that love is love, and everybody deserves a chance at a happily ever after.

You can contact Jayden on her Website, Facebook, Twitter or by email at Jaydenbrooks@outlook.com.

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The prizes in this blog tour include an ebook copy of That’s Who I Am and a $20 gift card to Amazon.com! Just click the link below to enter!

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Don’t forget to check out Susan65’s review of That’s Who I Am to see what she thought of it!

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Secret Fire by Morticia Knight: Excerpt & Giveaway!

An Excerpt from Secret Fire

Zach watched as the firefighters deployed a master stream gun on the ladder, and a deck gun from the engine. The team was able to blast what he knew to be almost a thousand gallons per minute of water to quell the inferno that continued to rage out of control.

A Medix van pulled up next to Zach and he recognised Terrence, an EMT he’d run into on several occasions working a domestic, car accident or similar situations. He dropped out of the van and ambled over to Zach.

“Zach, my man, why don’t you come have a seat with me over here?”

Terrence gestured to the back of the vehicle. Zach knew what he was up to.

“I’m fine, Terrence, really.” Suddenly, he couldn’t catch his breath, then fell into a coughing fit.

The medic came over and took his arm, leading him to the bumper of the van.

“Uh-huh. You’re doing great. Now behave yourself here while I check you out.”

Terrence pushed down lightly on his shoulder and Zach winced, groaning a little as he sat down. He was rewarded with a rather concerned expression from Terrence.

“You having problems with your shoulder?”

“He hurt it last week when he fell chasing a suspect.”

Zach glanced up to see what appeared to be a worried Daryl standing over him.

Oh, perfect. My hero.

Terrence grinned as he raised one eyebrow.

“I see. Was he chasing you around, Fire Marshal? You seem rather suspect.”

Zach waited for a scathing retort from Daryl, but he seemed to be making an attempt to temper his typically surly demeanour.

“Hmmph.” He regarded Zach. “How much of that smoke did you inhale? Were you ever inside the building?”

Zach pulled his eyebrows together. “I never went inside. I might have taken in a couple gulps of smoke when I dragged a guy away from the fire, I don’t know. I’ll be—“ He fell into another coughing fit.

“Goddammit,” Daryl muttered under his breath. “Terrence, don’t let him move until he has some O’s. And check out his shoulder.”

Terrence straightened up from where he’d been retrieving his jump kit and waved the small oxygen tank he held. “Um. Yeah. You do realise I went to school for this?”

Daryl’s sour puss look was back on his face. “Good. Then hopefully you’ll know what you’re doing. I have to go speak to the captain.”

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About Secret Fire (Uniform Encounters #5)

Secret FirePolice officer Zach and Fire Marshal Daryl would be perfect together—if they would ever quit fighting long enough to find out. A devastating fire and the secret behind it almost keeps them from getting what they really need—each other.

Mesa police officer Zach is a fun-loving guy. Now that he’s hit the big three-oh, he’s looking to stop the hook-up train and find someone he can get serious about. When a mutual friend suggests Fire Marshal Daryl, Zach assumes he must be joking. The surly marshal has given cranky a new meaning. It’s unfortunate, though, since he is one fine-looking man.

Daryl has sworn off relationships ever since he caught his ex-partner cheating. He’s always taken everything in life seriously—from jobs to relationships—and is afraid he might be alone in that regard. Certain he can’t risk love again, he panics when he sees his secret crush Zach approaching him at a police versus firemen softball game. He’s nervous, as he is socially challenged with a tendency to blurt out the wrong things. It gets worse when he realises their shared buddy gave Zach a push. He assumes that Zach is only talking to him out of pity.

Zach has been pissed off at Daryl ever since they got into a verbal sparring match at the park. Yet, when Daryl comes to his aid during an explosive fire, Zach wonders what secrets might be hidden beneath the layers Daryl has built to protect himself from the world—and love. A night of passion turns into the possibility of something more as they struggle to find their way to one another. But all of that is threatened when there is a devastating fire that causes many people to lose their lives. As they work together to uncover the truth, someone thinks they’ve asked too many questions—and plans to stop them before they can ask any more.

Available at: Totally Bound, Amazon & Barnes and Noble

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About Morticia Knight

M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale – after all, who doesn’t? Since she loves several genres, you may find your heroes in a contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi setting. One of her passions is bringing people’s fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor.

When not indulging in her obsession for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. The Pacific Northwest is the ideal spot to enjoy both hiking and beachcombing. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She now resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to family in England and Scotland when she was a child.

She is currently working on the Gin & Jazz series about the glitz and glamour of 1920’s Hollywood and additional installments of the Uniform Encounters series, with a new series about those luscious men in uniform coming out later this year.

You can find Morticia on Twitter.

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The prize in this blog tour is a chance to win a copy of one of any Uniform Encounters books and a romance package! Just click the link below to enter!

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Don’t forget to check out JustJen’s review of Secret Fire to see what she thought of it!

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Honorary Blogger Kenzie Cade: Looking to Chicago + Giveaway!

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Looking to Chicago

by Kenzie Cade

Hi guys! Thanks for having me. I’m Kenzie Cade, one of the newest authors to grace the pages m/m fiction.

This is my first blog tour ever. Let me tell you a secret:  it’s not that easy to come up with something to write about. And then inspiration came to me from Chicago—not the city and not GRL (although I can’t wait for GRL), the band. We have this big festival every year in Arkansas, Riverfest, and Chicago was there. They’re the reason I went. Then they sang “You’re the Inspiration”, and it came to me. Inspiration.

Baby, you’re the meaning in my life
You’re the inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You’re the inspiration 

-Chicago, “You’re the Inspiration”

The words we write, the stories that come to us, they start with inspiration. Everyone’s inspiration comes from different places. I see it in several different places.

I’m a people watcher. I find personalities so vastly intriguing. No one person is the same. I have a collection of studies on just that subject. I’m also captivated by human interaction. The way many different personalities and temperaments interact. In my everyday life, I work in a medical clinic. You cannot imaging the array of differences I see on a daily basis. I take notes.

I also draw inspiration from television and movies. I have a weakness for cheesy, unbelievable, horribly acted Lifetime movies. I love them. There something about the outrageous paths the many men and women take to find their true love—running from serial killers and crazy ex-girlfriends, warring with the Fates, battling the overprotective mothers-in-law. And believe it or not, I’ve found so much inspiration in more than one idea for a character and/or story from those shows. They’re my guilty pleasure.

And music. Those of you who know even a little about me, know my love of music. I listen to all kinds. Music is the biggest of inspirations for me. A little known fact about me. I sing. Have been since I was a toddler. I learned a long time ago that in order to sing a gong well, I had to believe it. So that’s what I did, what I do. When I hear a song, I listen to it, truly listen, I feel it, I believe it. That’s where I draw inspiration from. The words, the feel of the song—it may be strange to say, but they move me, speak to me. More than once a story or idea for a story or character has come to me by those means. When a song draws me, I’ve been known to be obsessive. I’ll listen to it almost nonstop until what I’m looking for takes hold.

Here’s my most recent obsession:

Inspiration is the biggest part of what I do. Inspiration, muse, insight. There are many words for it. But whatever we call it, there is one truth: it’s where the magic begins.

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About Son of a Fish

Son of a Fish by Kenzie Cade eBookSam Crowe lives a quiet life. He’s a freelance journalist and sometimes fiction writer. His world is turned upside down when love lands on his doorstep—literally, while cursing up a G-rated storm. Son of a fish, indeed. Casey Sanders doesn’t know whether it’s good luck or bad when he slips and falls on the icy steps of his apartment building, but the hero who comes to his rescue is worth the discomfort.

Their attraction is instant, but Sam is certain Casey’s flirtation and kind words are a result of the pain medication. But Casey is persistent and won’t give up until he has what he wants. And what he wants is Sam.

Available at: Dreamspinner PressAmazon & All Romance eBooks

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About Kenzie Cade

Kenzie Cade was born and raised in the South where she spends her days in the sometimes stressful field of private medicine observing interesting people and committing them to memory for later use. When she isn’t reading, experimenting with recipes, or being distracted by social media, Kenzie spends time with her family, friends, and the Pomeranian/long-haired Chihuahua mix who likes to keep her company while she writes. As a young girl, Kenzie dreamed of princesses and their white knights. As an adult (or sort of adult), she dreams of princes and their proverbial white knights, which she attributes to fellow Arkansan S.E. Hinton and her novel

The Outsiders. Writing to keep the fictional voices at bay, Kenzie enjoys the journeys her characters travel to find their happy endings, and she loves the challenge of writing a great love story.

Contact Kenzie at kenziecade.author@gmail.com. You can also find her online at her blog, on Facebook and on Twitter.

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Kenzie has kindly offered up an ebook copy of Son of a Fish for this giveaway to one lucky winner!

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Don’t forget to check out Trish’s review of Son of a Fish to see what she thought of it!

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Giveaway Winners!

Today’s post will feature the giveaway winners for the Dan Skinner AND Inez Kelley giveaways!

The Price of Dick

So, the winner of an ebook copy of The Price of Dick by Dan Skinner is… Continue reading

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Skylar M. Cates Giveaway Winner!

The Only Guy by Skylar M. Cates eBook

And the winner of either The Only Guy or The Guy From Glamour by Skylar M. Cates is… Continue reading

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Their Plane From Nowhere by Princess SO: Excerpt + Giveaway

An Excerpt from Their Plane From Nowhere

by Princess SO

Adventure is out there!” a child character’s voice called out with enthusiasm. And thus began a montage of Mr. Fredricksen’s life.

There was a reason he picked this one above all the others. Sure, Finding Nemo and that other one about the supersuits was pretty damned funny, but this one—about the boy growin’ up with his best friend, how they got married with a dream and grew old together—and mostly how life got in the way of their dream to Paradise Falls—had hit him so hard, it hung in his soul and on his skin like melted cheese, only it didn’t taste as good. Hoverin’ like smog. The more you noticed, the more you started to choke on it. And then, the next mornin’ when they’d went back to the hospital and his little Leanne handed over his first granddaughter, he’d looked up wearin’ the biggest grandpop smile only to see Gracie leerin’ at him with so much hatred and loathin’. It shouldn’t have been that way; it should have been the face of the man he loved. Earl’s heart shattered that very moment. So much time had been lost lettin’ life get in the way of his Paradise Falls. He’d nearly broke down just then, too happy to give over his granddaughter just yet and too heartbroken that Hank wasn’t with him to share in it, like he should’ah been.

He’d even walked over to the window, turning his back to the others, and cradling the tiny bundle against his face. He kissed her sweet pink head, and then used it to wipe the tears from his cheek.

Gracie got tired of waitin’ her turn and started puttin’ up a cussin’. She even pulled out the Lord’s name in vain. Earl just shut her out, still lookin’ out the window with his granddaughter and silently pointin’ out to the mountains in the distance to where Hank could be found, wipin’ another tear off with her fussy, little pink head.

Behind him, the cussing continued. To Earl it was just another sound that separated him from them while he drowned on the inside. He couldn’t count the times he’d heard it ’cause he did his best not to. Didn’t matter where they were either, he never answered, and he never shouted back at her. Just like that day at the hospital, he let Gracie continue on until Leanne snapped about the GD word. Earl’d said nothing. He never did. No matter what Gracie threw at him, he had learned a long time ago, he couldn’t shut her up, so—he shut her out.

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About Their Plane From Nowhere

Their Plane from Nowhere by Princess so eBookIn their small town in the Pocono Mountains, Earl Knox and Hank Grisset have never been considered among the pretty ones to anyone but each other. As lucky as Hank and Earl consider themselves to have found each other, that’s about as far as luck has gone. All those Could’ah— Should’ah— Would’ah— moments a man never sees comin’, but that don’t stop him from regrettin’ them later in life.

When Earl makes a critical decision that ultimately outs him and Hank, a mysterious plane shows up at their lake house. Coming out in a small town can erase friendships in a heartbeat. But when a rift in the family leads to a life-threatening accident, only their love for each other is gonna get them through this—that, and their plane from nowhere.

Available at: Dreamspinner PressAmazonAll Romance eBooks & Barnes and Noble

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About Princess SO

Princess so and her twin, Talon ps love to torment their editor with a nefarious world of foreign-lang, slang, local dialect, stretched/outside-of-the-box definitions, and have even been known to throw in some con-lang at times, as well. This, of course, is all thrown in there with the dyslexia soup stock they both suffer from that makes editing with them a joy {joy: n see mental illness}. But the final product comes out as richly detailed holographic worlds of Gay/MM Erotic Romance; Paranormal, Sci-fi, and War time Erotic-Romances; and along with Prin’s favorite works of Post-Apocalyptic Dark Fantasies for readers to submerse themself into and escape.

You can find Princess on her Facebook profile, Facebook page, Goodreads or Amazon

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The prize in this blog tour is a E-copy of Their Plane From Nowhere. To enter, just click the link below!

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Another Man’s Treasure by Lisa Henry & J.A. Rock: Excerpt + Giveaway

Hi! We’re Lisa Henry and J.A. Rock, authors of Another Man’s Treasure. We’re touring the web talking about our influences, our crazy ideas, this new book, and even giving you a sneak peek or two! And of course there’s a giveaway involved! Check out the bottom of this post to see how you can win.

Thanks so much to our host blogs for having us, and to everyone following the tour. Today we’d like to share a scene from Another Man’s Treasure. In this excerpt, Ilia shows his boyfriend Mikhail his new corset piercing:

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Ilia licked Mikhail’s jaw, then kept his tongue there for a moment as he grinned slowly. He looked up. “Take my shirt off.”

Mikhail’s brow furrowed.

“It’s your surprise. Take my shirt off.” Ilia raised his arms.

Mikhail walked behind him and lifted the hem of his shirt. The fabric stuck to Ilia’s body in places, and he wished he’d been able to clean up a little, but he didn’t think Mikhail would mind. Thought it was the rawness of what Ilia had done as much as the beauty that would impress him.

“Oh,” Mikhail said softly. He pulled Ilia’s shirt off, taking a moment to disentangle it from the necklaces, and tossed it onto the couch.

“You like?” Ilia glanced over his shoulder.

Mikhail was staring intently at the piercing. Slowly he kneeled behind Ilia on the hardwood floor. Breathed against the tender skin of his lower back. “Oh, Ilie.” Mikhail’s hands on Ilia’s hips. “Ohhh. What have you done?”

“You like it?” Doubt in Ilia’s tone now.

Mikhail’s thumbs skirted the lowest rings. Ilia flinched but didn’t move. Mikhail stood, his knees creaking, and Ilia turned to him.

Mikhail cupped his face and kissed him, long and slow. Paused and pressed his forehead to Ilia’s. “It hurts you.”

“Just for now.” Ilia fought a surge of panic. As much as he loved his power over Mikhail, as much pleasure as he took from doing things precisely his own way and trusting Mikhail to accept his choices, he did need Mikhail’s approval. Craved it in a way that felt novel, because the things he’d desired in the past had always been selfish, immediate wants, fueled by lust or anger. Now, he lived to make Mikhail happy. This man’s admiration, his love, was something lasting, something Ilia could sustain and nurture.

Mikhail’s breath smelled like coffee and mints. He kept his forehead against Ilia’s and said, “It’s so niiiiiiice.” He exhaled the last word, low and rumbling, almost like a snore.

Ilia grinned. “You think?”

“Yes, yes. You thought of me when you did it?”

“The whole time.”

“Ahhhhhh, ha ha ha…” Mikhail’s sigh turned to gentle laughter, and he swayed, moving his hands to the back of Ilia’s neck. “You know what this man likes.”

“I do.” Ilia whispered. He bumped his hips against Mikhail’s.

“I like beauty,” Mikhail said. “And self expression.”

“I know.”

“You. I like.”

“Yeah.”

Mikhail clapped one hand over Ilia’s ass, crushing their bodies together. He hooked his chin over Ilia’s shoulder, and Ilia hoped he was looking down at the laces. “You look like a present I get to unwrap.”

Ilia shifted his hips, getting jolt after jolt of heat when his cock rubbed Mikhail’s through their pants.

“Do it. Untie it.” Ilia’s arousal far outweighed the prospect of pain.

Mikhail drummed Ilia’s ass lightly for a few seconds then tugged the hair at his nape with his other hand. “Get on the couch.”

Ilia sprawled facedown, ignoring the rip of pain across his skin. Mikhail got on the cushion behind him and moved between his legs. He cupped his hand under Ilia, rubbing the seam of his jeans into his cock. Hummed his approval when Ilia ground against his palm.

Big hands. Mikhail had big hands. That was the first thing Ilia had noticed about him. Big, but not clumsy. They were elegant. The sort of hands that could play a piano concerto, Ilia imagined. The sort of hands that could perform delicate surgery. The sort of hands that could take a boy apart, and did, every single night.

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About Another Man’s Treasure

Another Man's TreasureIlia Porter is Chechen mob boss Mikhail Kadyrov’s greatest treasure. After leaving home at eighteen to escape his verbally abusive father, beautiful, selfish Ilia has lived with Mikhail, proud of his ability to bring such a powerful man to his knees to worship. But when Ilia’s father, a police captain, kills Mikhail in a raid, Ilia’s world falls apart.

Entering to pick up the pieces is Mikhail’s younger brother, Nick—impulsive, power-hungry, and dangerous. When Nick tells Ilia he’s taking everything that belonged to Mikhail—including Ilia—Ilia is too lost in grief to fight. Nick holds Ilia prisoner in the apartment Ilia once shared with Mikhail and grooms him for a very important mission: to kill Ilia’s father and avenge Mikhail’s death.

Ilia wants no part in the plot, but being Nick’s ally is preferable to being Nick’s victim, so he begins to warp himself into the monster Nick wants him to be. Hope arrives when Nick takes another captive: Patrick, a shy massage therapist who’s stronger than he seems. Patrick and Ilia must join forces to escape Nick—and to keep each other whole as Nick does everything in his power to break them.

Available at: CreateSpace, Amazon Print, Amazon Kindle & Smashwords

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About the Authors

Lisa Henry lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.

She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.

She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.

You can visit Lisa her website, at Goodreads, on Facebook or Twitter.

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J.A. Rock has worked as a dog groomer, knife seller, haunted house zombie, standardized patient, cashier, census taker, state fair quilt hanger, and, for one less-than-magical evening, a server—and would much rather be writing about those jobs than doing them. J.A. lives mostly in West Virginia, and always with a beloved dog, Professor Anne.

You can find J.A. on her Website, Blog, Twitter or Facebook.

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Thanks for following our tour! To celebrate our release, we’re giving away an ebook of Another Man’s Treasure, and a $20 gift voucher from Amazon.

All you have to do is leave a comment on this post with a way for us to contact you, be it your email, your twitter, or a link to your facebook or goodreads account. Please put your email in the body of the comment, not just in email section of the comment form, because we won’t be able to see it otherwise!

On June 10, we’ll draw a winner from all eligible comments! Be sure to follow the whole tour, because the more comments you leave, the more chances you have to win this awesome prize!

Don’t forget to check our JustJen’s review of Another Man’s Treasure to see what she thought of it!

Good luck!

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Q&A with Dan Skinner + Excerpt (NSFW) & Giveaway!

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Q&A with Dan Skinner

What costume would you wear that would truly show your hidden personality?

A costume of Dan Skinner.

Why the lycra/spandex fixation? I know there’s a story there…

First guy I saw at my local pool was wearing one and I thought I’d die.

In no more than two sentences, can you describe yourself to a complete stranger?

I’m the one the extraterrestrial abducted and threw back out. And as the spaceship doors were closing you could hear them screaming, “And for God’s sake, clean the Probe!”

What is the most sentimental thing someone gave you that you cherish to this day?

The  answer to this question has been sealed in a document.

How much do you run on an average day?

I average no more than 10 miles a day. When I’m stressed that number goes up.

Do you have a plan to gain the weight you’ve lost lately? Does it include cheesecake?

If I like the way I fit in clothes, I stay with that weight.  If I want to gain weight it will be with some Old Vienna Hot Corn chips. lol

What is your favorite guilty pleasure food? The one your trainer would highly disapprove of?

See answer above.

Your top five recommendations of gay films please.

Shelter

Prayers For Bobby

Brokeback Mountain

Beautiful Thing

Eating Out (original)

What is the meanest thing you’ve done to someone in an argument or fight?

Broke a coffee table over them.

What song do you have to hear only once to get stuck in your head for an entire day?

Any friggin’ Gaga song.

I’d empty my bank account and take out a loan to have sex with____. Why?

Prince Harry. Because he’s mine anyway. Everyone knows that.

If you could wish one celebrity into the cornfield, who would it be and why?

Sarah Palin. Don’t even get me started why.

Your models all look like they have so much fun during your shoots. Do they? An do you?

Them, yes. Me. No. I sweat bullets.

Has it been difficult to stick with your recently adopted NBW (no bad words) policy? Explain a little bit about what NBW is.

NBW stands for No Bad Words. My trainer believes that bad words create bad events. I don’t speak them But I think them. I purge them on my runs.

What is the largest, um… attribute you have seen on a model?

Enough that I would never even attempt it.

On a scale of 1-10, ten being a completely controlling perfectionist, how would your models rate your determination to get every little thing perfect in every shot?

1000

I’ve seen one black model in your past work. Why haven’t there been more?

I try to get them. But there are very few in the Midwest. When I search the model sites I see tons of black and ethnic models on the east and west coast. I’m always looking tho.

It is said that every traumatic event in life has the potential to make you bitter or better. You seem to have made a conscious choice to make yourself better through this difficult past year. Do you struggle with that sometimes? And how do you get yourself back on track after a bitter moment?

I still struggle. I’m not so much bitter as I am disgusted. Probably more with myself than anyone. I feel very duped.

During the 2012 Presidential election, you were pretty vocal regarding your beliefs and opinions. You have a bigger platform now that you have two successful books and more photography work than ever. Do you plan to be as outspoken in 2016?

Always. This country needs to continue to move forward. As long as we have a party that lives and functions in a repressed past we have to make certain they never have a voice in lawmaking again. If they can’t move forward they need to get off the train.

What is the largest group of models you have had in one shoot?

Eight. Will never do it again. Too ADHD to put up with the scramble.

Why Cerberus as a company name? (This is the mythical three-headed hellhound who guards the entrance to the underworld)

It was one of the first sketches I ever made as a child that was pretty decent. The other was Dean Martin. So Cerberus it was.

If you could write a letter to your 18 year old self, what would you say?

Don’t get married twice. And check out the guy next to you in history class in 11th grade!

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About The Price of Dick

The Price of DickHis name is Richard but he’ll say, “Call me Dick.” He’s a big, butch, brainy guy in an executive suit, hotter than spit on a skillet. The type of guy you can see fully dressed and imagine buck naked in the throes of an orgasm – every six-feet-two, muscular, sexually intoxicating inch of him. He’s an ambitious freshman in a prominent brokerage firm who’s figured out he can use more than his smarts to get ahead. He’s perfected a surefire method to drive home a hard deal. No one can resist him. And he’s got one really big secret. But that will cost you.

For photographer J.J. Johnstone, the price of Dick just might cost him everything.

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

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Excerpt from The Price of Dick

So there I was, quickly regressing to puberty, sitting in a sauna with the object of my lust. Looking at his thick muscular legs, broad shoulders and other weight-developed bulges properly bulging and glistening with a sheen of hot sweat, I wanted to eat him alive. We soon exited the sauna together.

Unburdening myself of common sense was an easy task standing in the shower with him. Every inch of his make-me-growl masculinity, covered in blond fur, ass like two ripe honeydews just daring me not to look when he turned his back. I caught a quick glimpse of that gloriously long, circumcised, purple-capped cock and balls hanging between his legs under an unpruned patch of dark pubes. I remember thinking I hadn’t ever bought that much meat in a delicatessen but I still bet I could eat it all in one sitting. It took every bit of restraint I possessed to not pop wood in that shower. The mating dance was an endurance test. Think tearing down the Washington Monument using only your mind.

He invited me out for a drink this time, and we drove to Houlihan’s again. It was a Friday and the line out the door consisted of families with brats and people with an hour to waste after work. I suggested we get a six-pack and go to my apartment, which luckily, was only three blocks away, with a liquor store right on the way.

I’m sure it wasn’t in his mind, but it was in mine that this was a hookup. And I’d like to think he wasn’t completely naive about my intentions. I was in testosterone hyper-drive. I got him to my apartment and we drank and talked like good ole buds. He was comfortable telling me about his recent college life, the break up with the girl of his dreams who left him for another man because she had cheated on him and was pregnant. His heartbreak. All the things I couldn’t have cared less about—good riddance to anything that would have been competition anyway. Dick got into his high school days of playing football and wrestling, and I sat there picturing that mass of muscled man-ass crammed into a singlet, me trying to pin him on a mat with my head pressed deep into a musk-reeking ass crack.

He was a frat boy. I should have guessed. They all had a certain look to them. And his frat brothers were his best friends in the world and meant everything to him. He missed their daily camaraderie. I wondered if he’d jacked off with any of them. Used the fraternity paddle in an un-fraternity-like manner. You’ve seen the porn. Don’t tell me your mind didn’t go there.

It was a disappointingly platonic get-together, like any dull straight boys could have had, but I learned a lot about him. How many couples fuck on a first date anyway, right? I consoled myself with that lame excuse. Shame on me—I should have paid close attention to the story he shared with me that night. While in his freshman year of college, his parents tried to surprise him with a friendly unannounced visit. Lo and behold, in his dorm room a snooping mother had found a used condom in his wastebasket. She collapsed into pious, Catholic tears and left before he got back to his room. A few days later she sent him a two page, single-spaced, typewritten letter preaching to him about the Catholic stand on premarital sex, and especially condemning the use of that horrendous tool of the devil, the seed-killing prophylactic. Don’t worry. Those facetious words weren’t hers. I paraphrased. This boy was more browbeaten by mommy than Norman Bates.

Didn’t matter to me that he was a mommy’s boy. He could have been wearing prison orange and had the tattooed tear of a brazen killer on his cheek and it wouldn’t have stopped me wanting him. That he was double-fisted clutching onto his “I’m so straight” persona with his stories, I found cute because I was reading something different in body language and eye contact. He was in my company for a reason. I thought he was just a bit backward about the how-tos of getting naked with another dude. I’d get him there…eventually. I felt it in my bones. One in particular.

So our little beer-drinking, life-sharing, guy get-together ended with him thanking me for a nice evening and shaking my hand at the door.

In my head I fucked that butt so hard I made myself cry.

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About Dan Skinner

I’d already been in the photography business for too many years to count, shooting covers for hetero romance covers when I had my epiphany (ten years ago now) to shoot gay book covers and make them as acceptable and mainstream as the hetero ones. It was a big risk and I was told by many people, especially people who advised me financially, that it might not be a profitable thing to do, and could quite possibly ruin my reputation. But I was tired of seeing the proliferation of covers featuring a man and woman, the cologne and perfume ads featuring a man and a woman… every ad under the sun – only featuring a man and a woman, and knowing that only one side of life was being spoon fed to us by the media as the acceptable aspiration and ideal. In fact, it made me angry and crazy, and determined to do something about it. We were here… didn’t anyone see us?!!

I had several things working against me. The m/m fiction genre was just beginning to come into its own, but television and the entertainment industry were slowly allowing us into their vision as folks who existed right alongside them, and I knew the flux and flow of gay literature was going to eventually change. Will and Grace helped that. Brokeback Mountain helped that. So I had hope and crossed my fingers that I made a good choice as well as a conscientious one.

Along with that, I had to find guys daring enough to pose with each other in photos mimicking the same love and adoration as was seen in every Harlequin cover since time immemorial… They had to embrace and kiss and portray romance… between two people of the same gender. So finding the guys was going to be a chore… and finding guys in the Bible belt of the country, the Midwest, was going to be even tougher. But I did it.

Revenge is mine… the dbag’s bed has been christened by the models during a shoot!!

You can find Dan at DeviantArtFacebook & Twitter.

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Don’t forget to check out JustJen’s review of The Price of Dick to see what she thought of it!

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A Blogger Girl Q&A with Inez Kelley + Giveaway!

HC: I just recently read The Bastard by Inez Kelley and loved everything about it.  Its the first book in her new series The Baddest Boys in History, and you know what that means?  Now I have to wait forever for the next book!  So in the mean time, I’ve harassed Inez just enough to where she agreed to answer a few questions…

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HC: First, can you tell us a little about your new book The Bastard, the first book in your new series The Baddest Boys in History?

IK: This was a story I wasn’t sure anyone would like. One part history, some not-so-nice-guys and a few weird angels. Toss in some sex, a few religious tones and stir with a big old romance stick. But I took a chance and it does seem to have hit a vibe with many people. The book has been likened to the Old Skool BDB by JR Ward, Kenyon’s ‘DARK HUNTERS’, Showalter’s ‘LORDS OF The UNDERWORLD’ and Neil Gaiman’s ‘AMERICAN GODS’.

While I have read Ward’s BDB, I’ve only read two books by Kenyon, and have never read Showalter or Gaiman. I just wrote what I wanted to read.

HC: It becomes obvious pretty early on in The Bastard that many, if not most of the characters are inspired by real, remarkable people from the past.  Are you a history junkie or what?  Where did this idea come from and how much research have you already put in to creating this series?  And do you worry about the liberties that you take about what we all believe to be fact about these people and their history?

IK: I am a history junkie! I hated high school history class which was just memorization of dates and battles spewed in a monotone structure, but college and personal study let me dig deeper and explore other aspects of history, the real stories and facts, not just the dates.

The story idea came from a two people, friends from two different parts of my life. One was a writer friend who suggested that a certain bad boy in history (that is not included in my series – but I reserve the right to write about him later) was beyond redemption. At the same time, a friend from a parenting board asked me on a ‘books we’re reading’ thread why all bad boys series had to be vampires (it did seem that way years ago). Those two statements merged in my brain and I started researching possible characters for a vague idea. Three years later, here we are.

As for how much research, about three years worth before the book went live and it is still ongoing. I wanted to make sure the plot lines and story arc in my head were logical and feasible. I have a file on my hard drive that is about 400,000 words long of just information, on every aspect of the series. Less than a quarter of it will make it into the story as recognizable history but I’ll know it and it helped shape the characters. Some of it appears but it small tidbits, like the décor of Erik’s apartment.

The liberties I took never bothered me. I tried to stay very true to what ‘history’ tells us about these people but history can be very vague and very contradictory. I exploited that. I was able to take more liberties with Zale, Myth and Nomad but even then, there was an accepted pool of mythology and customs. So I adhered to as much of that as I could. It was a little like getting a coloring book with basic simple drawings and it was my job to make that plain round apple look life-like.

HC: You probably have already recognized this, but here at TBG we read and review predominately LGBTQ stories.  So I have to point out that Rex is an out and proud bisexual male.  Have you explored pairing him with a man for his HEA?  And if not, can we expect to see other LGBTQ characters later on in the series?

IK: I love Rex. He is sexual, period. There is a scene in upcoming The ADDICT that shows him in a sexual act with a man but ultimately his destiny is with a woman. Even then, she is unique. Her name is Tia and, in her first life, she dressed and behaved as a man. Being a woman is what got her killed and she isn’t too keen on turning into a girly Mary Sunshine now.

Her character is as far from Lacy’s as imaginable. Rex asks her if she is a lesbian. She replies she has never been to Lesbos. In her time, lesbians came from Lesbos and there was no sexual connotation of that word. The words aitis or trepesthai would have made more sense to her. She is just not interested in sex with either gender… at first.

One thing I found during my research that was interesting is that homosexuality/bisexuality was vastly more accepted in ancient times than more modern eras. Also, different cultures viewed it differently but few considered it outright wrong. Not to say that it was completely accepted as the norm, but it doesn’t seem to have carried the same stigma as it does/did in more modern history.

Just like nudity, it was just something there. You might not parade it but you weren’t ashamed of it. There were social obligations to meet, but if one could fulfill those, then the fact that their preference was for the same gender was pointless.

We meet openly gay and bi Righteous later in the series as well.

Although Rex is openly bi, he is not the only main character who has engaged in homosexual acts. More of that will be revealed as the series progresses. I do want to mention that history colors things. For example, once imprisoned, Joan of Arc was promised her freedom if she ceased dressing/behaving as a male. She tried but couldn’t conform and reverted to her male attire, knowing full well it would send her to her death. Could she have been transgender? To me it is possible. And in my mind, she is not the only historical figure who that label might apply to.

HC: I know this series is all about “the baddest boys in history”, but will that include any of the Righteous? Because those boys are pretty bad themselves!

IK: Yes, we meet several. Some are jerks, some are not. And not all are ‘boys’. There were female Forsaken at one time and we see some female Righteous in the series.

HC: In The Bastard, the story is set in West Virginia, but the Forsaken Leap around the world to faraway places like Israel and Nicaragua in their fight against the Third.  What kind of exotic locales can we expect to see in the future?

IK: Oh, many. One underlying concept of this series is that all mankind is threatened by Samael, not just the USA. So of course, the story must venture outside the US district. Two places I have tentatively placed scenes in are Cambodia and Madrid.

HC: Can you share with us some of your future plans with the series (with as little spoiler detail as possible)? How many books do you already have planned out and will that complete the series?

IK: 1) Omen is not a shifter and will never be human, but he is more than you see.

2) One Forsaken goes stark-raving mad, as in break out the straight jacket, foaming at the mouth, shove his ass in a padded room.

3) Samael becomes a Daddy… and that ain’t a good thing.

4) There will be six books in the series. I don’t see myself going further than six. Too many series go on too long. I know each main couple and the full over-arcing plotline. The individual romance stories are sketchy after book 3 but that is okay at this point. They will come to me.

HC: I expect that you already have it planned out, but I just want to say that I want Zale’s book NOW!  He has to be the baddest of the bad in my opinion and I can’t wait to see all that ice melt.  

IK: Zale is like an onion. Too strong, too harsh and too bitter but as you slowly peel away the layers, the sweeter, milder inside is revealed. But then again, he is an asshole and there is lots more of that to see.

HC: And my final question is just for fun: What does your workplace where you write look like? Are there any weird or interesting things you surround yourself with? Any quirks you have that gets the inspiration flowing?  

IK: I just moved 700 miles and sold most of my old office furniture. I plan to redo a new office as soon as I can. For now, I write on a desktop sitting on an old scarred and nicked computer table. I have about seven little plastic geckos I call my Muses that keep me company. I normally write in silence and prefer to write at night. I am mostly nocturnal, a hold over for working midnight shift for over a decade as a 911 Dispatcher. I write in the dark, with one lamp burning. Too much sunlight kills my thought train for some reason.

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About The Bastard

The Bastard (The Baddest Boys in History, #1)In the battle between good and evil, humans have never been more than collateral damage. Now they are prey. Mankind doesn’t need a hero. It needs a sinner.

Corrupt. Wicked. Nefarious. Contemptible….

The Baddest Boys in History are back!

You read about them in school. Now learn the truth. Real men. No vampires, no werewolves, no magic. Just down and dirty raw power —sin to sin, evil to evil, bad to bad. They fight for humanity. It was that or eternal damnation.

They agreed to risk their souls. No one told them they would lose their hearts.

THE BASTARD

Vike died in blood, in battle, in betrayal. His ruthlessness was second only to his brutality. Now one woman makes his blood sing and he’ll stop at nothing to save her. He only has to face half of Hell to do it.

Lacy is unknowingly descended from an ancient Holy line. Someone is slowly destroying her life and wants her dead. A fierce Viking comes to her rescue, and in his arms, she finds more than safety.

If Vike can’t protect Lacy, he’ll have to kill her. And for a bastard, what’s one woman worth when the entire world is in jeopardy?

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About Inez Kelley

Inez6INEZ KELLEY was born and bred in the mountains of West Virginia. She currently resides there with her lumberjack husband, their teenage drama queen, Spawnetta, and the Demolition Duo – Damien and his twin, the Omen.

Signup for Inez’s newsletter to get sneak peeks and contest entries. You can visit her at her website, follow Inez on twitter or on Facebook.

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GRL Blog Tour: JC Wallace – Thoughts About His First GRL + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Thoughts About His First GRL

by JC Wallace

Hi, everyone! I want to thank The Blogger Girls for inviting me to the blog tour for GRL and for also being the first stop on my Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour.

DTFL is my second novel and will be released on June 1st. After this post, you will find a blurb and excerpt, as well as a chance to enter to win some great prizes at the end of the tour!

Check in at www.jcwallacebooks.com for links to all of the blogs in the tour.

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GRL!!! I am going to GRL as a Supporting Author.

At first, I was yes! And now, it’s more like, holy crap what have I gotten myself into!

Full story – I’d signed up to be a reader because, face it, I only have a few short stories and one novel published. I could go and mingle with the crowd, meet all of the awesome people I had made friends with online. Party Time!

Of course, I had signed up for the wait list for a Supporting Author, and lo and behold, before long, I was in as a Supporting Author. And still, it was party time, until the excitement died down and the realization of what that meant kicked in. So, to understand why I am now getting a bit anxious, I’ll let you in on a bit about me.

I’m not a very social person on the whole. If I’m not at work, I’m at home. I have so much writing and reading to do! I am someone who can stay home every day, all day. Don’t get me wrong, I love people, but in a crowd, I’m the watcher, the fringe person and the smart ass. When I say something, it’s usually because I see a funny way (funny to me that is, lol) of looking at something someone says. Also, I have the attention span of a gnat…seriously. Too much going on in my head! My family complains I live there 90% of the time. I disagree…maybe 80%.

I also can organize my thoughts and process information better visually than through auditory means. I am constantly looking for input that is word based. If you and I could sit and have a conversation by texting back and forth, I would probably be more witty and charming—in my opinion. When I tell people who know me about this, they disagree, state that I am articulate, and speak very well. Years of practice and they don’t see the mass of neurons firing and bumping into one another as they scramble to get the words out!

Another reason I am wondering what I have done to myself is, that while I have many friends online who accept me for who I am as a person,  I know there will be others disappointed with the vision they have of me in their head and what they see. Past experiences tell me this is a possibility. I have always been of the mind that who I’ve chosen to be, is who I am, and the expectations of others don’t play into that. As one of my online friends stated recently, people who question who I am, don’t know me well enough to get my story. See past the exterior and let’s get acquainted first and then ask me questions. It’s the respect I would give anyone I meet as well.

Okay! Enough reasons why I’m going to sweat bullets as GRL comes closer.

Here are some reasons I am looking forward to GRL:

Hundreds of people who love M/M romance in the same place!!

Readers (of which I am one) everywhere!!

M/M authors in person and not just online!!

Me fanboying all over my favorite authors and getting autographs!!

A vacation!!

If you are reading this and are going to GRL, find me, JC Wallace, and say hi! I would love to meet you! If you can’t get to GRL, stop by my links below and say hi as well! I love to talk to people who love M/M!

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About Dare to Love Forever

Dare To Love ForeverCarson Locke is a Tabula Rosa vampire—a dangerous rarity in the world of vampires. With one bite, he can wipe clean a vampire’s mind, creating a mindless drone. Because of this, Carson has spent his entire twenty-three years sheltered at home. That changes when his entire family is murdered. Now on the run and near death, Carson meets Commander Lincoln Samuels, a beautiful vampire who tries to heal him. In doing so, Carson is bonded to the vampire and turned into something the vampire world has never seen. When Carson is poisoned, he believes that someone wants him dead as well, however there are greater plans for Carson put into motion hundreds of years before his birth.

Lincoln is a Sanatore vampire with the ability to heal other vampires. He heads a team in the New Vampire Justice police force in Utica, NY. Late one night, he is called to a local Vampire Blood Market where a starving Tabula Rosa vampire is about to be executed by one of his officers. Feeling a strong connection to Carson, Lincoln wants to heal the broken man despite knowing the risk in doing so. Healing Carson could destroy Lincoln and cost him the chance to love again. What Lincoln finds is that there is a greater evil threatening to take Carson from him.

Can two vampires who have loved and painfully lost in the past, learn to trust one another, defeat the evil rising against them, and dare to love forever?

Available at: Amber Allure

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An Excerpt from Dare to Love Forever

Carson Locke was starving. Thoughts of veins and warm blood flowing though arteries clouded his thinking. His stomach had hollowed. His bones protruded and his muscles shook from weakness. His self-control, held by a fragile thread, stretched to the breaking point. When it snapped, he’d turn into the monster he’d avoided becoming for over twenty-three years.

He needed food. He needed blood. Now.

Despite crouching behind a Dumpster in the dark, the cold wind reached Carson, biting at his thin skin. Ten days. Ten days since he’d last eaten. Ten days too long for a young vampire. Ten days since he’d fled his home. Ten days since his mother and brother and uncle had been slaughtered and he’d run for his life. They were all dead because of what he was. Choking back a sob, he forced himself to focus on the back door of the building he’d been watching.

This was his last chance. If he couldn’t get the blood he needed here, that last thread of self-control would snap and he’d attack someone. The memory of the last time he’d been forced to bite—the screaming, the wide, vacant staring eyes, the nothingness—still haunted him. Carson squeezed his eyes tight and drew in several deep, steadying breaths. This task was too important to mar with past horrors he couldn’t rectify.

Two women bundled against the cold and a large, dark-haired man exited the back door he’d been staking out. As the women shuffled off to their cars, the man punched numbers into a keypad, securing the door. Carson clenched his fists as the man pulled out a cigarette and patted his pockets, no doubt searching for a lighter.

“Just leave,” Carson said in a pleading whisper.

Cigarette finally lit, the man moved toward the parking lot. Carson held his breath as the man disappeared around the corner. A siren blared in the distance, startling him. He clenched his teeth, drew air in through his nose and blew it out through his mouth. The beating of his heart threatened to fill the night air. He was terrified, but he was more hungry than scared.

Creeping from behind the Dumpster, Carson pulled his parka up over the lower half of his face. Jumping up, he grabbed the bottom rung of the fire escape and struggled to pull himself up.

His arms shook with the effort. Sweat broke out on his skin as he managed to get a foot on the rung. The idea that vampires possessed superhuman strength was a myth, but damn, he was about as strong as an eight year old. He just had to climb to the roof, drop through the small window, and get the blood. Then he could worry about bigger issues.

Carson climbed over the ledge of the old brick building on shaky legs, propelled by his adrenaline. Without that extra push, he would have been flat on his face. The night before he’d been in this same spot on the roof and had jimmied the lock on the old wood-framed window. Before he could enter, the sound of a door slamming somewhere had scared him away. Being caught trying to enter the VMB could bring certain death, but that was better than starving.

Carson sighed in relief as the window slid open easily. His hands were so cold that he would have been unable to jimmy the lock again. Feet first, he shimmied into the dark room. He was on the third floor and unsure what he would find there. During the three days he’d staked out the building, he hadn’t seen any lights on this floor. Pulling out a flashlight, he surveyed the empty room and located the door.

The blood roared in his ears, and his speeding heart felt as if it would explode as he opened the door. Of course, the damn thing would creak. Stepping lightly, Carson walked down a hallway filled with closed doors. Undisturbed dust covering the floor spoke of the vacant nature of this floor of the building. Within the corridor, the noises of the surrounding city were faint, yet still pushed his heart rate faster. In the floor beneath his boots, the constant hum, like an engine running, vibrated up into his legs. At the end of the hall was a steel door with a small dark window that he hoped led to the stairway. The longer he spent wandering, the higher his chances of being found. Clenching his jaw, he pushed open the heavy door, the cold metal chilling the sweat on his palms. His light flashed over the edge of a railing. He found stairs going down to the left. Walking down one flight, he found another door, but what he needed was on the first floor.

Descending farther, the flashlight flickered. Carson froze. Stopping to shake the light, he could hear the beating of his overwrought heart in his ears, feel the knot of dread expand in his gut. Gods, if he had anything in his stomach to throw up, he would. Right now, he needed the blood that the Vampire Blood Market (VBM) provided. Carson’s teeth had only sunk into a vein once and the nightmare of that moment had forever been burned into his memory. Besides, from what he’d heard, the bite hurt the donor like a bitch. That was mainly the sport of pain sluts and adrenaline junkies who visited bars where biting was still legal. In his isolated world of Gifford, NY, blood had always been supplied. Now, he had to feed himself. Without money, that meant stealing what he needed.

At the bottom of the stairs, he peered through the small window into the VBM. Walls of illuminated refrigerated cases held blood in containers similar to milk jugs. Unfortunately, stealing milk didn’t hold the same consequence as stealing blood.

Ignoring the dangerousness of his mission, Carson grasped the door handle. What he feared would be locked opened freely. Inside the VBM, the refrigerated cases hummed. The air was cooler than in the hallway. Carson’s mouth watered and his empty stomach clenched tight. Rushing to the first case, he pulled open the door. He grabbed the closest opaque white container and ripped the top off. Just as he lifted the container with the lifesaving liquid to his lips, the lights came on and a voice shouted, “Freeze!”

Carson dropped the container and gasped. His heart pushed into overdrive, his breaths barely escaped his throat. He gaped at the three men and two women dressed in black uniforms pointing guns at him. Carson tried to remain still but his feet moved backward without thought.

“Freeze or we’ll shoot!” A man with short black hair, who was larger than a truck, leveled a gun at Carson’s head. The man could end all of Caron’s pain. The fear, the hunger, the uncertainty, the agony of losing his family. Just charge at the giant—or slip his hand into his pocket as if he had a gun—and the bullets would do the rest. But as he ran into the wall behind him, his muscles seized. He was going to die no matter what he did.

“Down on your knees and hands on your head!”

Without thought, Carson went down hard on his knees and rested his hands on his head. His head swam from hunger, and his legs shook. It was all he could do to remain upright. Carson closed his eyes and thought of his younger brother, Caden, and his mom. He just wanted this to be over quick.

“Strip him,” he heard the gruff voice say.

Carson’s chest locked up as hands grabbed him. They ripped Carson’s parka over his head and then his sweater and T-shirt were next. The chill on his skin sent a shudder through his emaciated body.

Please, do it quickly.

Hands held him by his shoulders and arms, as if at any minute he might resist. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance left in him, not an ounce of fight. Tears burned his eyes like acid. Gods, his life had sucked so far. This was the perfect ending.

The large man stepped forward. Heavy black boots scraped the floor. The letters NVJ in large white letters crossed his chest. New Vampire Justice. The vampire equivalent of a SWAT team, there because Carson had been trying to steal blood, an act punishable by immediate death.

“You have been caught in the act of stealing blood from a certified Vampire Blood Market, an act punishable by death by the Vampire Justice Act of 2003. Under the jurisdiction of the New Vampire Justice code number 456.5, I, Chief Enforcement Officer for the city of Utica, NY, hereby pass the sentence of death. Do you have anything you wish to say before this judgment is carried out?”

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About JC Wallace

JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of publishing with his short, Waiting for Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).

In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.

You can find JC on his Website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads & Smashwords

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JC Wallace is having a giveaway where you’ll have the chance to win multiple prizes. The prizes being offered are a $25 Amazon Gift Card, TWO ebook copies of Dare To Love Forever and TWO $5 Amazon Gift Cards! Just click the link below to enter!

Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour Giveaway!

Please be aware that the only way to enter the giveaway is to click the link above.  Any comments on this post will not count towards entering the giveaway but will be welcome anyway.

Good luck!

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