Published in 2020

Honorary Blogger Rhys Ford: License to Stalk • Part Three + Giveaway!

Hello!

And welcome back to my world of dragons, intrigue, hot guns, fast cars and a grumpy, slightly anti-social Chimera of a Sidhe and an Unsidhe who really only wants to hunt monsters and go home to his probably carnivorous cat. My name is Rhys Ford and I’ll be your guide today as on July 14th, I’ll take you back to the Kai Gracen series for Book Four — Silk Dragon Salsa.

If you’re following the blog tour from the beginning, you can skip this bit and head to the serialized part of the story but if this is your first time with me, let me ramble a bit about my grouchy special kitten, Kai. I’ve used the past three books to set up his relationships and world and kind of settling him for what should have been a changing environment. He’s never really had a lot of contact with the elfin and never really wanted any. Ryder, the Lord of the Southern Rise Court, blew into Kai’s life like a hurricane with a grudge and Kai’s had to not only learn how to get along with the man but also adjust to the fact the elfin are in his life to stay. Not something Kai ever wanted. He was raised by humans, thinks of himself as human, and was pretty happy about it.

Then his world changed and he was dragged kicking and screaming and probably stabbing into a bit of elfin affairs even as he knew it would probably be the death of him.

And in Silk Dragon Salsa, I really turn his world upside down.

It was a long time coming and Kai, in his true quick-on-his-feet fashion, knows he must change with it. Because the Merged world is going forward — with or without his approval — and this time, he has a chance for a bit of happiness, if he can find it in the chaos storm hunting him down in Silk Dragon Salsa.

License to Stalk • Part Three

by Rhys Ford

“I hate salamanders.” This wasn’t news to Jonas. Especially considering he probably heard me say that exact same thing at least twenty times since we’d hit the tree line. “It’s like they’re pissed off because they’re not real dragons and gotta take it out on everyone else.”

It was a shit job. But shit jobs meant money in my pocket — well Dempsey’s pocket — and I liked eating.

Until — if — I got a Stalker’s license, I couldn’t claim bounty on anything I took in except for a black dog. The ainmhi dubh were like feral pigs, legal to hunt at any time of the year and anyone with enough guts to go after the insane abominations some Wild Hunt master dragged together from spare body parts could cash in on any state’s reward for its skin. The bigger the pelt, the bigger the payout and since no one could ever figure out a way to breed the bastards, any black dog anyone caught and killed was definitely one more monster taken off the land.

Salamanders were a different story.

They were a pain in the ass and came in different flavors, everything from the sleek, fire-gilled ones to the rhino-sized sewer dwelling monsters who liked to chew on concrete foundations. There was a make and model for any kind of trouble and the particular piece of shit salamander we were after today was a spotted Martin’s forest warbler.

Or as many farmers liked to call them… damned chicken munchers.

The diamonds I’d dug for would be enough to keep us going for six months but I didn’t like living too close to the edge. When we did, it was usually me that went into the dirty to get us out and if I didn’t dig through dragon shit again any time soon, I’d be happy. Dempsey tapped out of the run so it was just me and Jonas stalking the tree line. Montana was filthy with forests but there was enough clear land and townships to support a healthy farming and cattle industry.

Although a slimy reptilian predator the size of a lion and able to slither under chicken wire to eat livestock went a long way into making a rough, hardscrabble life even harder.

“You okay with getting your Stalker license?” Jonas dropped his hot little verbal ember into my lap, his eyes scanning the thicket for any sign of movement. “It’ll mean you being able to cut loose of Dempsey. Be your own man.”

I gave him a long look then answered, picking my way carefully through the pile of dead sticks and leaves as silently as I could. “I owe Dempsey my life. Not going to up and leave him now. If the old man needs me, I’m there. Just like always. Going to be a time when he can’t do this life any more. Got no savings. Don’t even have any land he can call his own. It’ll be my time to take care of him then.”

“Like you’re not doing that now?” He rumbled, stopping suddenly. “That it? Over there?”

“Nah, deer.” If we weren’t on a run, I’d have taken a shot at the buck. Venison was good eating and we had enough room in the solar-powered cooler in the back of the truck to hold at least a quarter of it. The rest could go to the families who’d hired us to hunt the salamander but now wasn’t the time. “Look, they might not even let me have a license. I’m not human. Shit, there’s still places I have to hide my ears and face so I don’t get shot when we go inside. It’s a crap shoot, Jonas, but one I’m willing to risk.”

“You’re just a kid, Kai.” Jonas sounded like he was trying to argue a point but I wasn’t sure what it was. “You should be in school, cruising for a Saturday night date so you can get your first kiss and complaining about doing homework. The family was talking about it and they’d like you to come down. Live with us in San Diego —”

“I’m not a kid, Jonas. Never have been,” I cut him off. “First kiss has come and gone. Just like my first kill. That life? It’s not mine. Save it for your kids because I’m not going to live it. Now let’s go find that damned slimy bastard so I can get something to eat. And on the way out, keep an eye out for that deer. Be nice not to have to pay for a steak.”

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Marked by Lightning by Jessamyn Kingley: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by Jessamyn Kingley

“You’re very accomplished for someone so young. A High Arcanist of two colors as well as Arch Wizard,” Callyx said. “And you’ve got this great cat.” Emrys was rubbing against Callyx’s legs, which made the sentinel turn from his self-assigned box duty to scratch the cat’s chin.

“I almost created a dragon. I don’t know why. I used to dream about them too. They were always rescuing me. I guess you must really like them, Vadimas, since you chose that for your familiar.”

“I live by the rules of a dragon, was welcomed into a family by a dragon, and my two High Arcanists, who’ve taught me far more than I could’ve imagined or instructed them, have dragon familiars. In my mind, there was no question about what path I would go.”

“So, you’ve been a D’Vaire a long time? I only summoned my familiar after I became Arch Wizard.”

“I didn’t accept my violet until Del and Idris ascended to High Arcanist a few years ago.”

“I remember the news around then,” Callyx mused. “Even the gossip channels couldn’t stop talking about it. The Council was so happy for you.”

For a sentinel who only saw beauty in their own mates, it might be difficult for Callyx and Faron to understand why gossip hosts would comment, but Vadimas had been fully aware he’d gone from toad to prince. He was the one who had to wake up to see new wrinkles popping up and soap between all the folds of sagging, thin skin in the shower each morning. What no one knew was that he’d had to drink potions twice a day to keep his face from aging as quickly as the rest of him. They saw a wise man with brown eyes, lines, and gray hair that tended to be wiry. If it were reality, Vadimas wouldn’t have had complaints, but it hadn’t stayed that way for very long. Each decade he denied his violet, the process sped up.

When he undressed at night, the fabric of his clothes tore abrasions over his flesh that was too weak to handle normal wear and tear. He’d dosed himself with healing potions to keep the cataracts at bay, to reverse the pervasive arthritis, and he didn’t even want to think about the incontinence issues he’d had to combat daily. To have put it behind him was such a relief, Vadimas got up each morning and thanked Fate for giving him Delaney and Idris.

“Gossip channels?” Severin asked.

“Vadimas looked different. You’ll see the pictures tomorrow at the Spectra Wizardry,” Faron explained. “Should I make an appointment at the Order of the Fallen Knights for Severin to get an identification card?”

“I forgot about that; he will need to be able to get around. We’ll go before Council session. You two need your titles as well. I’m sure there’s paperwork I’ve got to sign,” Vadimas responded.

“Can I read one of these tonight?” Severin asked as he carefully arranged books around to squeeze more onto the shelves.

“You’re welcome to help yourself to anything in the house, including the books. It’s a good thing you’re close to my size, so you can borrow some clothes. The fallen knights are going to complain that you aren’t wearing a crown tomorrow, but I’m afraid I don’t have a spare.”

“The Arch Wizard doesn’t wear a crown.”

Vadimas’s eyebrows rose. “Egidius had the largest and ugliest crown I’ve ever seen.”

“Yes, but crowns are old-fashioned.”

“Is that what Jael told you?”

Severin nodded. “I think I would also feel strange wearing one. It seems kind of showy.”

“Not every race uses them, but I like mine, and I’m proud to carry on ancient traditions, including crowns worn by the leaders of the wizards. And here you won’t be addressed as the Arch Wizard. The Circle of Wizards doesn’t belong to the Council—the Spectra Wizardry does, and the title recognized by my people is Prism Wizard. Or in your case Prism Wizard-mate.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter, since I won’t be here that long anyway. We’re going to meet with Their Majesties tomorrow, right?”

“I’ve texted Niko, and he’s going to see what he can do, but as you can imagine, with the dragons and over a hundred other races to govern, Their Majesties are busy. They can’t drop everything to help out the Consilium Veneficus with their problems.”

“Sentinels can be invisible, right?”

“Severin, Callyx and Faron answer to the Lich Sentinel first and the Council second. They can’t race to the Consilium and slit Jael’s throat so you can wade in to try to clean up the giant mess he and his father have made.”

“I didn’t say kill him.”

“If these wizards are as loyal to him as you say, then his death is the only thing that will right the ship.”

“He was the great Egidius’s son. Of course they’re loyal to him.”

“Do not call him great in my presence again, and they’re loyal only to their own best interests,” Vadimas snapped. No one in his life was able to push his buttons like the handsome man staring at him with a mixture of frustration, innocence, and stubbornness in his mismatched eyes. He liked to think of himself as unflappable, but Severin just might have him re-evaluating a great deal more than what Fate was up to when she made her mate choices.

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North Point by Thom Collins: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Thom Collins

Arnie passed in front of the recently regenerated waterfront, past the restaurants and craft shops, and the specialist food stores selling local fish and produce. People sat outside the many bars and pubs, enjoying the terraces, drinking in the sun. He kept moving, not wanting to be seen or recognized, and without consciously planning it, found himself on the approach to the lifeboat station.

And there was Dominic.

The wide front doors of the station were open. Dominic appeared to be giving instructions to a younger man, gesturing toward the lifeboat.

He wore a dark gray T-shirt and cargo shorts. The outfit hugged his broad physique, contouring the muscles of his chest and shoulders, and the mighty fine sweep of his big arse. His skin was deeply tanned, an obvious benefit of his outdoor pursuits. No tattoos that Arnie could see, and he was quietly pleased. So many guys were excessively inked these days, that it was refreshing to find a man who wasn’t.

He liked the short cut of Dominic’s hair and the way it graded into the brown skin on the back of his neck. Despite its thickness on top, there was something military-looking in its practical style. And it suited him. A lot.

A queer feeling came over Arnie as he watched Dominic. It was unusual for a stranger to affect him in this way, on a purely physical level, provoking an odd, nervous sensation. It reminded him of live performance. Those last few tension filled minutes before going on stage—a mix of fear, anticipation and excitement.

Pull yourself together. This is no opening night. He’s just a nice, regular guy. Go over and say hello.

Arnie took a deep breath and approached the station with a confidence he did not feel.

“Hi,” he said, sounding light, casual. Like speaking to Dominic was no big deal.

Dominic turned. His dark eyes settled on Arnie and, as recognition dawned, Arnie could swear he saw them sparkle. A huge grin spread across Dominic’s face, quite disarming in contrast with his naturally moody countenance.

“Hey. How are you doing?”

He stuck out his hand. Was it Arnie’s imagination, or was Dominic’s grip firmer and more lingering than last night?

“I’m good, thanks. I didn’t expect to see you here today.”

“I call by the station most afternoons,” he said. “There’s always something to be done. Maintenance, cleaning, inventory. After a shout like yesterday, I like to double-check that all the supplies we used have been replenished. The first aid kit and stuff like that. This is Noel,” he said, introducing the young man with him.

Noel was in his late teens, with dark red hair and a freckled complexion. He smiled self-consciously and didn’t offer his hand. He lacked Dominic’s confidence, but Arnie supposed most other men would.

“Hi. Nice to meet you,” Arnie said.

The boy nodded awkwardly. Arnie didn’t pursue it further. He noticed that with a lot of young people these days—so many of them were lacking in basic social skills. He was determined AJ wouldn’t fall into that trap.

“Have you got time for a drink?” Dominic asked. “Tea? Coffee? Something cold? We were just about to take a break.”

“I’d love one, thanks.”

He followed Dominic to the crew room.

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Extraordinary Things by Beth Bolden: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Beth Bolden

A week later, Caleb and Leo sat in their living room, watching the last bits of sun fall over the ocean. “Did Benji say why we needed to clear our schedule for the weekend?” Caleb asked. They’d already been out to dinner, grabbing sushi at one of their favorite places.

Yesterday, Benji had called, claiming that he and Leo needed to be “totally available” for the next two days, starting at eight PM on Friday. That was still an hour away, and Caleb could tell how antsy Leo was about not knowing every single detail about what was going on.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. They weren’t even supposed to be here,” Leo said, drumming his fingers on the arm of the sofa. “They were supposed to be gone for at least another month in South America, and now they’re back, and making demands.” He sounded put out. “I had to call in like fifty favors with Felix, who understandably wants to spend time with his new boyfriend, and here I am, begging off for an entire weekend.”

It wasn’t great timing for Caleb either. Steve and Mario had flown in last week, and they’d worked on the songs he’d initially started with Brad, as well as a few others. Caleb had made enough progress that he actually felt like he might want to pull in another producer soon, just to help polish up some of the tracks—and to work on the one, final song that he still hadn’t really touched. His heart wanted it, no matter what made logical sense, to be Leo, but he still hadn’t figured out a way to ask. He’d been working up to the question, when Benji had called with his request for two free days.

“Laurel will be fine. She’s settling in great with Felix,” Caleb soothed. He reached out and captured Leo’s hand with his own, stopping the relentless, nervous tapping of his fingers. “She’ll be fine for two days. She even told you to go.”

“Yeah, it’s not her I’m worried about,” Leo retorted.

“Felix will be fine, too.” But Caleb was sure Felix would figure out a way to extract his own unique pound of flesh. After all, that was kind of Felix’s signature. Caleb wasn’t even sure, two years into his new relationship with Leo, that he had truly forgiven him for the way the first one had ended.

Nobody was more loyal than Felix Humphries; but nobody else could quite hold a grudge like him either.

“I hope so,” Leo said, then paused. “I’m sure this wasn’t great timing for you, either. You’ve been at the studio every single day for a week. It must be going really well.”

Leo had asked so many leading questions just like this one. He’d even asked several at dinner, only an hour or so earlier. But Caleb didn’t know how to talk about the album—at least not until he could figure out a way to pull Leo in, to play it for him, and ask him what he should be tweaking.

“I’m happy with it,” Caleb said. “We’ve made progress.”

“And you like these guys you met in Fiji? Even though they’re Brad Maxwell’s people?”

“They’re musicians. Brad doesn’t own them,” Caleb said. “And yeah, they’re cool. They like my stuff, and maybe I’m egotistical enough to surround myself with yes men.”

Leo rolled his eyes fondly. “If that was true, I’d have convinced you to play it for me before now.”

“Soon,” Caleb said. Why didn’t he just ask? He didn’t know. The problem was that all the ways he kept planning started with, this whole album is about you, and even though Caleb was madly in love—still, always, forever—it didn’t feel like a very productive start to a conversation about producing an album.

“So you don’t really have a clue what Benji and Diego want?” Leo said, changing the subject. “No theories, even?”

Caleb had one theory; it was just crazy enough that they might’ve done it. “Do you think they’re eloping?” he asked.

“What,” Leo screeched.

“I mean . . . it’s not the most outlandish theory,” Caleb defended.

“Like they would ever dare to get married before us,” Leo said, his eyes suddenly growing huge, like he hadn’t realized he’d actually said that out loud.

Caleb laughed and gripped Leo’s hand tightly. “Do you really want to elope?” he asked. He’d tried for a casual tone, but there was nothing casual about asking the love of your life how he felt about getting married.

But Leo only shrugged. “I never worried about it, not ever, but if they beat us down the aisle? I’ll be happy for them, I guess, but . . .”

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Wild and Precious by CJane Elliot: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by CJane Elliot

Sunday was another hot and muggy day, but Brent and Graham stayed cool hanging out in the Hirshhorn. Brent didn’t know much about modern art, and Graham proved a fascinating guide, making Brent see things in the paintings that he never would have on his own.

After they were done with the exhibits, they went outside to stroll through the sculpture garden. As they gazed at an Alexander Calder sculpture, Brent asked, “Are you an artist too?”

“Sort of. Not anywhere in the league of these guys. My mother is the true artist in our family. I paint and sketch some, and I love interior decorating. Shut up—I know it’s a stereotype.” Graham waved his hands around. “My God, dear, those curtains will never do!” 

“No, you shut up. I wasn’t thinking that at all. You have an eye for stuff. I mean, the way you dress, even how your office looks, so I’m not surprised about the interior decorating.”

“You like my office?” Graham looked pleased.

Brent raised a playful eyebrow. “Well, yeah. It’s much classier than those cubicles you stuck the staff in.”

“Ouch. Sorry.”

“Naw, I could have made my cubicle more colorful by now. But I don’t have your eye. Like those paintings. I saw a crap ton more in them with you showing me than I would’ve by myself.”

“A crap ton?” Graham laughed. “That’s eloquent.” He bumped Brent lightly on the shoulder. “But thanks. I liked showing you.”

Before they left the gallery, Graham stopped in the store and bought a striking Miró print, then presented it to Brent with a flourish. “For you. To decorate your cubicle.”

That evening, Brent let himself back into his apartment, setting the Miró print and his keys on the table. His laptop beckoned, but he had no desire to work on his writing. Instead, he flung himself on the couch and closed his eyes as pictures of the day floated in front of him: Graham, laughing, handsome in his casual jacket and tight jeans; Graham, pointing out something in a picture on the wall; Graham, smiling at him, gray eyes alight; Graham…. Crap.

Brent jumped up and started pacing. After two laps around the living room, he came to a halt, nodded decisively, and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a folded paper napkin. Opening up his laptop, he navigated to Match.com, and started typing.

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Back to You by Kiska Gray: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Kiska Gray

Holy hell. 

He climbed on top of me, kissing his way up my body. His hands framed my face and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, panting for breath between demanding, passionate kisses. When he pulled back, his eyes were as black as an inky sea, his pupils blown out with desire.

“Want you,” he mumbled against my lips, our noses rubbing together. “I want you so damn bad.” 

“Yeah?” I breathed.

He grabbed my hand and drew it down to his own erection. “Yeah. I’ve only been dreaming of fucking you since the day you left. Now that I found you…” His lips curled up at the corners. “I’m not letting you get away, not until I’ve left my mark.” He nipped my lip and tugged it into his mouth, his eyes going half-lidded. “If you want to wait…”

“No.” I pushed at his shoulder. “Bedroom?”

“Yes.” He jumped to his feet and grabbed my hand, and we ran down the hall. Dane dragged me into his room and kicked the door shut behind him. “Strip,” he barked. He reached back and tugged his t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor. 

“Bossy.” 

“You know it. Lose the shirt and the socks. I wanna see you naked, on your back, on my bed with your legs spread.” His face flushed, but the intensity in his eyes only brightened. My heart kicked in my chest. He toed off his shoes, and then his pants and those damnable silk boxers hit the floor. I stood there, in awe of his beauty, still wearing my shirt and socks. 

“Hollister Bay, if you don’t get naked, I’m gonna kick your ass—right after I’m done plowing it.”

I laughed and started stripping. “Someone’s horny.” 

“It’s your fault,” he replied. “Waltzing back into my life, too damn sexy to resist. Bed. Now.” 

With a snort, I walked past him—slowly—and slapped him on the ass. He yelped, then tackled me the moment I climbed into bed. The heat of his hard body rubbing shamelessly against mine was such a turn on that it made my head spin. I grasped at his shoulders and neck as he began to kiss me fervently once more. 

I reached between us and tugged on his erection, loving the feel of him in my hand. He was bigger than I remembered. Heat sizzled over my skin. Breathless, we parted. Dane rolled across the bed and dug around in his bedside table. He returned with a half-used bottle of lube and a condom pinched between two fingers. 

“Only if you’re sure,” he told me. 

“Dane, I’ve been waiting for this for what seems like a hundred years. Please. I want this, maybe even more than you do.” 

“I don’t know about that,” he murmured. 

“I do.” 

“Turn over. Hands and knees, ass in the air.” 

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The One Night Plan by Riley Long: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Riley Long

It sucked that Nick had fucked and run, and Lucas hated that he’d hadn’t had the forethought to at least get his number. He shifted in his seat a little and the ache in his ass reminded him it had been real.

Memories of Nick floated to Lucas’s consciousness. God, giving over felt so good. The way he manhandled me … Lucas shivered, despite the warmth of the arena. Pushing his knee between my legs and throwing me against the door like that …

The crowd screamed, hysterical, snapping Lucas back to the moment. A guy wearing a black suit ran on stage and launched into a song immediately.

“These guys aren’t bad,” Lucas said. He leaned forward to get a better look and the video projected to the massive screens bracketing the stage cut to the drummer’s face. Lucas’s stomach lurched and roiled, blood draining from his face. “Who’s that?”

Shane pointed. “That’s Nicky, their drummer. The other guy is Ryan, lead singer and a host of other things.”

Ari laughed. “What other things?”

Shane shrugged. “Ryan’s known for sleeping around with fans. A lot.”

Lucas didn’t care about that. He scowled. Why didn’t they see how important this was? “Nicky?”

“Yeah, Nicky Vaughn. He and Ryan formed the band, God, I don’t know, like ten years ago or something. I don’t know the whole story. He seems like a cool guy though. Keeps Ryan in check, from what I hear. We’re going to meet them after the show. Why?”

The camera had long since cut away from Nicky’s face, but the image haunted Lucas. He couldn’t possibly be mistaken. Nicky was definitely Nick, the guy he’d just slept with. Holy shit. I cannot believe I just fucked the drummer for Boyfriend of the Loveless. No wonder he had to run. For the rest of the show, Lucas leaned forward, staring at Nick—Nicky. God, no wonder his fucking arms were so strong. The way he held me down as he plowed me into the mattress … it makes sense.

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A Boy Made of Sunshine by Colette Davison: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Colette Davison

 “Are you up for playing a game?” Felix asked, barging into the house.

“No.”

Felix turned on his best puppy dog eyes. Liam was starting to hate that look on Felix’s face because it was too damned hard to resist.

“What game?” Liam asked, even though he was sure he’d regret it.

“Twenty-one questions.” Felix tipped his head as he looked at the bowl. “There are loads more than twenty-one in here, so I guess it’s more a game of as many as we can get through before we finish the wine.” He winked at Liam.

“Isn’t that a game teenagers play?” Liam muttered.

“I want to get to know you better, and I thought this would be a fun way to do it.” Felix marched off towards the lounge.

Liam glanced up at the ceiling, wondering despairingly what sort of evening he was in for.

“Or we could just talk,” he said as he followed Felix. “Like adults.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” Felix asked as he put the bowl, wine, and glasses down on the coffee table. “Do you have a corkscrew?”

“Kitchen.”

Felix stared at him, smiling.

“I’m not your slave,” Liam growled. “Get it yourself.”

“But you promised to take care of me, Daddy,” Felix teased. “I carried the heavy bottle of wine over here. Surely the least you could do is get the corkscrew?”

“You’re annoying.”

“So you keep telling me.” Felix’s eyes sparkled. “But you still can’t keep away from me.”

You came here.”

“Nope. I haven’t come here yet. Maybe you can remedy that by the end of the night.” He grinned broadly.

Liam let out an exasperated sigh before trudging to the kitchen to retrieve a corkscrew. Felix really was ridiculous at times. Well, most of the time. And yet that ridiculousness kept Liam on his toes and made him smile despite himself. He’d never met anyone quite like Felix.

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Book Review: The Devil of Downtown by Joanna Shupe

Reviewed by Ami

Title: The Devil of Downtown
Author: Joanna Shupe
Series: Uptown Girls #3
Hero/Heroine: Justine & Jack
Genre: M/F Historical Romance
Length: 384 pages
Publisher: Avon
Release Date: June 30, 2020
Available at: Amazon
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Blurb: The final novel in Joanna Shupe’s critically acclaimed Uptown Girl series about a beautiful do-gooder who must decide if she can team up with one of New York’s brashest criminals without losing something irreplaceable: her heart.

Manhattan kingpin.
Brilliant mastermind.
Gentleman gangster.

He’s built a wall around his heart…

Orphaned and abandoned on the Bowery’s mean streets, Jack Mulligan survived on strength, cunning, and ambition. Now he rules his territory better than any politician or copper ever could. He didn’t get here by being soft. But in uptown do-gooder Justine Greene―the very definition of an iron fist in a velvet glove―Jack may have met his match.

She wears hers on her sleeve…

Justine is devoted to tracking down deadbeat husbands and fighting for fair working conditions. When her mission brings her face-to-face with Jack, she’s shocked to find the man behind the criminal empire is considerably more charming and honorable than many “gentlemen” she knows.

Forming an unlikely alliance, they discover an unexpected desire. And when Justine’s past catches up with them, Jack may be her only hope of survival. Is she ready to make a deal with the devil…?
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Freedom by E. Davies: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by E. Davies

“Give it to me now.”

Henry stumbled as he locked up the mini-bus and pocketed the keys. “What?”

“The dirt. There’s no way you don’t have dirt. You haven’t said a word about your Grand Canyon trip.”

Trip leaned on the side of the bus next to him, scratching his short beard. His warm brown eyes were fixed on Henry, not letting him get away. They were just getting ready to take out a crowd of guys on a bachelor party.

God, it was hard to explain why this date had been so significant. It hadn’t seemed like Jaden was just experimenting, curious about trying it with a trans guy. And for Henry… feeling confident enough to disclose his past, face-to-face, for the first time in a year? Being treated just as himself in return? Then having the most unbelievably awesome sex of his life? It was like a dream come true.

“Ah, I dunno,” Henry said with a shrug and a smile, trying to deflect.

“Did you like him? Did you hate him? Who was it? What was he like?”

This, at least, Henry could say. “He was… amazing. Sweet, kind, gentle. A little bit quiet. Playful sense of humor. Really anxious, but I know how to help with that.”

“Is he your type?” Trip grinned. “Did you fuck?” Heat rose in Henry’s cheeks, and Trip gasped. “He is! You did!”

Trip knew more about Henry than some of his gay friends. It was hard to admit to them how little sex he had. But he and Trip told each other almost everything—usually much more on Trip’s side, given that distinctly lacking sex life.

“Okay, fine,” Henry grumbled and elbowed Trip on the way by. “If you’re gonna be a nosy bastard, yes, we did.”

“Whoa. That’s not like you.”

Henry bit his lip. There was no way he could explain how right it had felt. What a relief-filled high he’d been on, even to contemplate it. And how well it had turned out, coming so hard he just about saw stars—and at another man’s hand, rather than his own.

It was the stuff of years of fantasies for Henry. But it was too embarrassing to admit that a plain old handjob had left him floating on cloud nine.

“No, it’s not. But you only live once, right?” Henry finally met Trip’s gaze again and smiled at him. “And we have great chemistry. I’m going to see him as soon as we get back from this trip tomorrow.”

“Whoa!” Trip exclaimed. He beamed at Henry. “Look at you. Next up will be your U-Haul moment.”

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