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Release Blitz: Earnest Ink by Alex Hall + Excerpt!

Earnest Ink by Alex Hall

While twenty-year-old FTM Hemingway is making an excellent living as a tattoo artist in a near-future version of Hell’s Kitchen, the rest of the country is splintered and struggling in the wake of a war gone on for too long. Technology has collapsed, borders rise and fall overnight, and magic has awakened without rhyme, reason, or rule, turning average unwitting citizens into wielders of strange and specific strands of magic.

Hemingway’s particular brand of magic has made him a household name. Not only is he a talented artist, but his work comes to life. Literally.

When NYC’s most infamous serial killer—the East River Ripper—abducts Hemingway’s best friend, Grace, he has only days to save her. Hemingway teams up with his stoic cop roommate to hunt for the killer and rescue Grace before she becomes the Ripper’s latest victim. But as the duo chase clues to the serial killer’s identity, Hemingway begins to fear the magic he and the Ripper share might eventually corrupt him too.

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Honorary Blogger Morgan Brice: Tying Up Loose Ends + Excerpt & Giveaway!


Tying Up Loose Ends

by Morgan Brice

Loose Ends is the fourth novel in my ongoing Badlands series, with a sexy psychic medium and a hot homicide detective who hunt down supernatural killers in Myrtle Beach. All the book titles in the series are also titles of songs by Bruce Springsteen, since Vic, the detective, is a huge fan of The Boss. But as the title suggests, unfinished business—both personal and ghostly—plays a big part in the plot.

One of the things I love about writing a couple in an evolving, established relationship is that over the course of a series we get to delve much deeper into the characters and see them struggle and grow. We also can explore their back stories to find out where they’ve been hurt, what lessons they’ve learned the hard way, and which experiences shaped them for better or worse. 

In this book, Simon Kincaide, the psychic medium, is confronted by an ex-boyfriend who turns up without warning four years after their break-up. Simon’s estranged mother also tries to barge into his life and break up his established relationship with Vic D’Amato, the cop. Vic’s past successes as a detective come back to haunt him when someone with a grudge decides to destroy his life. The high-profile upcoming trial of a killer Simon and Vic nabbed puts both men in danger. Meanwhile, Simon’s skills as a medium are put to the test dealing with vengeful and restless ghosts. Cold case murders and unsolved disappearances play a role as well, and nothing is as it seems.

I love being able to dig into the pasts of characters we’ve gotten to know and see glimpses of who they were at other times in their lives, or better understand the events that shaped their choices. Often in the course of having to deal with an ugly element from their past, characters are able to leave behind old baggage and truly grasp how far they’ve come. I also really enjoy weaving that personal growth with their evolution as a couple, learning to work with each other and healing old hurts. 

Ghosts and unsolved mysteries are always favorites for me, and in Loose Ends, they play an important role, leading to insights that are essential to unraveling the secrets at the heart of the plot. Throw in a beautiful beach location, feisty friends and steamy sex, and the book is an adventure you won’t want to miss!

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Ted of the d’Urbervilles by Rob Rosen: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Exclusive Excerpt from Ted of the d’Urbervilles

by Rob Rosen

I crawled through the busted-out window of the deserted house, catching my foot on the jagged sill. In I tumbled, landing with a dull thud and a loud oomph on the junk-ridden floor. Sighing as I righted myself, I managed a “Ta da,” if only for the benefit of the scampering roaches and other assorted vermin I shared my home with—home of course being such a subjective word. Hovel was more appropriate. Dump, yes; dump definitely would’ve worked, too. Hey, let’s also throw in some nifty adjectives here, just to better paint the picture: ramshackle, bleak, moldy, and, um, demolishable. Not that the last one was a word, but this wasn’t a home either, at least not mine, at least not legally, so we’ll go with it.

All that is to say…“My name is Ted d’Urbervilles and I am a squatter.” A mosquito admired my candor as he also admired my jugular. I swatted it away as I hopped up and dusted myself off. I would’ve taken a shower, but the shack—yeah, shack would’ve worked, too—didn’t have running water. Running mice, sure, but water, not so much. Dripping water, but only when it rained. As for electricity, well, at least I could plug my iPad into the wall at the nearby gas station. FYI, I found said device. FYI, I found it sitting on a table at Starbucks. Finders keepers, losers can go buy another fucking iPad. Last FYI, for now, I also showered at the gas station. Or at least sinkered. Which was also not a word so much as a way of life, what with my life being quite, uh, sunk.

By some sort of miracle akin to Moses’s parting the waters—had the hovel/dump/shack had any water, when it didn’t rain, that is—the place did have an Internet connection. Sort of. That is to say, somewhere within some sort of radius of me and my vermin friends there was a person with an Internet connection and a password that was indeed password. Ergo, I had Internet because the nearby he or she was a moron.

So, there I stood, iPad on the counter, the only light that of the screen, illuminating my face as I perused. Porn. Because when you’re dead broke and sucking on a McDonald’s ketchup packet as a midday snack, porn is pretty much the only thing that gets a guy through the day. And night. And, uh, morning. Porn and ketchup. That’s what my life had become. Me and the mice. I wondered if mice liked gay porn. I’d have to ask them. They tended to come out at night, just after I’d come at night and had then huddled myself in a corner.

God, I wished for a fucking break. Or some bread to spread the ketchup on. Or for a blanket, as the corner was rather drafty. Or for a roof that didn’t leak. Hey, even the Internet was spotty, but wasn’t that par for my fucking course? Par and birdie and eagle. Heck, it was a hole in one, and holes I had plenty of: in the roof, in the walls, in the floor, in my ramshackle, demolishable life. Yeah, that last one especially.


I craned my neck up from the drafty, dusty corner. “Ding?” I again hopped up. My ears went left to right and back again. Where had the ding come from? As my ears came to a standstill, my eyes landed on my still glowing iPad. It had been on when I found it. I’d quickly changed the settings so it wouldn’t turn off. So long as it had power, I didn’t need the password.

I walked to the glowing device, my nightlight, my connection to a world I no longer seemed to inhabit. Poverty, as it turns out, tends to relegate you to the seedy recesses of the world. I glanced at my surroundings. “Seedy,” I lamented. I then glanced at the iPad. I’d checked my Gmail earlier. There had been nothing but spam. Numerous people offered me ways to break my timesharing lease. Seemed to me, I was already on borrowed time, which was far more sad than ironic. In any case, I now had a real email, my first in longer than I could remember.

I had no family. My friends had vanished just as my money had. That was also more sad than ironic. Still, I checked my Gmail when I could, if only for consistency’s sake. And now I had an email from one Maximillian Ditmore, Esquire. Maximillian didn’t write for the magazine, namely said Esquire, but he did practice law. Turned out, my cousin Mortimore had died. Turned out, I had a cousin Mortimore. I didn’t know what to be more astonished by, that I had a cousin or that someone could name a child Mortimore. I read further. Didn’t take me long. There was to be a reading of the will, and that was about all Maximillian had to say.

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Release Blitz: Fade In by V.L. Locey & Giveaway!

Fade In by V.L. Locey

Will Devon and Caiden discover that their new love is a wrap after the filming ends?

Weddings, champagne, and slow dancing. It’s a lethal combination and one that has led film student Devon Maxwell into one awkward predicament. Brought in at the last minute to help his friends Isamu and Brian during their Bryant Park wedding, Devon was not prepared for Caiden Dell to sweep into his life. The spark of attraction between him and the hip film executive was instantaneous. That spark led them right into Caiden’s big bed for a night of pleasure that Devon will never be able to duplicate no matter how many takes life gives him.

To make things even more complicated, Caiden offers the recently vacated job of office intern to him. He’d be a fool to turn down an offer to work at Budgie in the Dell, the hottest LGBT film production company in the Big Apple. Looks as if Devon’s hopes of working in film are about to come true. He’s ready for days filled with tiring shoots, long hours, and irate actors. He just never dreamed his nights would overflow with passion, laughter, and whispers shared with a gorgeous, older lover.

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Release Blitz: Winter Masquerade by Kevin Klehr + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Winter Masquerade by Kevin Klehr

Ferris wakes on the Sea Queen, an enchanted cruise ship sailing on a chocolate sea. He has no idea how he got here, but he desperately wants to go home to his boyfriend.

The alchemist is the only person who can help Ferris, but he’s been kidnapped. The ransom is high tea with scones and jam.

Meanwhile, the passengers are gearing up for the Winter Masquerade, a ball where love and magic reign.

With a murderous musician, an absent boyfriend, and a mystical party, Ferris soon learns that Wednesday is not the day to fall in love.

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Book Review: Let Me Live by Shirley Anne Edwards

Reviewed by Ami

Title: Let Me Live
Author: Shirley Anne Edwards
Series: Finding the Strength #2
Heroes: Marshall & Benny
Genre: M/M New Adult
Length: 175 pages
Publisher: Harmony Ink
Release Date: January 21, 2020
Available at: Harmony Ink & Amazon
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: The one person he trusted destroyed everything. Trusting again won’t be easy.

Eighteen-year-old Marshall’s bright future shattered the day his once friend and lover opened fire on their campus, killing twelve and leaving Marshall with a shoulder wound and devastating guilt over the part he played in the massacre. The press may have dubbed him a hero, but Marshall has nowhere to turn, no one to help him through the anxiety and depression closing in on him.

Until he meets tattoo artist Benny Hayes.

Benny can’t solve all Marshall’s problems, but he can assure him that he’s not defined by his trauma. Marshall wants what Benny’s offering. He wants to live, to love again. But the secret he shares with the shooter casts a long shadow, and Marshall’s fear of it coming to light makes it hard to move forward. Continue reading

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Honorary Blogger Taylin Clavelli: Taylin’s Writing Process + Excerpt & Giveaway!


Taylin’s Writing Process

by Taylin Clavelli

Over the years, I’ve had quite a few people ask me how I got into writing or when I realized that I wanted to be a writer? All my life, I’ve been an avid reader, and to be honest, I can’t say that I ever consciously wanted to be a writer, I kind of fell into it and it snowballed. My cousin Simon is a writer and his brothers are all artistic, but I never thought the creative gene was within me.

To date, I’ve written three novels and six anthology stories. None of my books have conformed to the norm. They’ve either spanned genre’s or have been written in a voice not consistent with the era. What can I say – I like to be a bit different. My novels include:-

Dakota Skies 🡪 a western set in 1875, written with a more modern voice.

Secret of the Manor 🡪 a contemporary romance with a little sword and sorcery.

Hathonatum is my current novel. It is a love story that spans time, dimension, universe and death.

Hathonatum is also the first novel which is part of a series. The Pelethus series. But, it can be read as a standalone. Initially, I intended for Hathonatum to be a one-off. However, some characters appear later in the story, which my pre-readers insisted have a story to tell.

For me, there is no average time for writing a story. Every novel has been different in duration. The defining factor has been inspiration. I’ve tried to force it, only to write a chapter that seemed contrived and unnatural. I don’t aim to write a certain number of words a day, either, because family, work and life in general usually interrupt. Just because I’m not actively writing words doesn’t mean I’m not working on the story. I’m often running through an idea in my head – a little bit here, a little bit there. I’ve usually got a notebook close by for that idea I don’t want to forget.

Ideas for a story can come from anywhere and in that respect, I prefer writing novels because I can get totally vested in the characters and their lives. Inspiration for all my books or scenes within them came from different places.  They vary between music, art, personal experience, tales from friends or a combination of things that can be totally unrelated.

Once I have an idea, I put bullet points in a document, which I frequently rearrange. I don’t use it as a story plan but as a reminder. Then as I write, the ideas get used up – not necessarily in their original order. The first few chapters are the most challenging to write because, if a reader’s attention isn’t grabbed in those opening pages, no matter how good it gets later, a bad review usually follows. A bad finish can get the same result. Readers like to have completion and feel satisfied that the people who they have hopefully come to love, get the ending right for them.

Finding a good, comfortable place to write is essential. I write, either in my bedroom or in company with my noise-cancelling headphones on. It allows me to get into the headspace of the character and to think more about their actions, reactions and speech patterns.

In Hathonatum, the speech of Ben is like that of a regular Brit, cutting corners and shortening words. Hathonatum’s is more precise suggesting English was not his native language. When developing a character, I have a general physical outline. E.g. Hathonatum was always going to be the tall, dark and mysterious one. Therefore, it fits that his personality was more held back and guarded. Whereas, with Ben, I had a little more leeway. He could be more open and freer with his thoughts. One thing I never do is base a complete character on a person that I know. I take a characteristic from here, another from there, then add something unique for them.

Writer’s block can be a pain. When it happens, I usually step away from the story for a while. If I force a scene, it never comes outright. Using personal experiences helps minimize writer’s block. In Hathonatum, Egyptian history has been a long-term hobby, and I have been to Cairo, seen the pyramids and taken a trip down the Nile. When using experiences, it is easier to describe the emotions that accompany a scene.

At the end of the day, writing is only one part of producing a story. Having a tough pre-reader and a damned good editor are worth their weight in gold. These talented people read a story cold, and don’t add in any assumed aspects. They help make a story the best it can be.

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International Banker, Beach Boy by Mia Terry: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by Mia Terry

They walked up to where they had dumped their towels near the sand dunes and almost simultaneously pulled off their confining rash shirts.

With the ease of long practice, Rhys gathered his towel and shook out the sand without putting down his board, and Ollie mimicked his actions.

They were lucky enough to have a cold-water shower at this beach so getting the salt off both themselves, and their boards, wasn’t a hard task. Rhys knew he wasn’t supposed to concentrate on the way the water ran down Ollie’s very-well-formed chest and abdomen, but when the man closed his eyes against the flow of water, Rhys could no more look away in that moment than he could fly. Fine wet bodies were surely a gift from the universe, and only the ungrateful would refuse to enjoy this particular offering.

Ten minutes later, with the boards stowed in his truck and their shorts half-dry, they were standing outside the very successful coffee truck, drinking a flat white which wouldn’t be out of place in a cool inner-city cafe.

“Was it being in the water that made it more delicious or was that just a really fabulous cup of coffee?” asked Ollie, appreciatively.

“I should say being in the water made in better, but I’ve had enough shitty coffees after a surf to know that’s probably false. Nah, it’s a good cup,”

Coffees in hand, they went and leant on the fence that had been erected to protect the delicate eco-system of the bushes clinging to the dunes.

“It’s a pretty good morning routine,” Ollie observed. “Do you do it on the regular with a boyfriend or girlfriend, or just your clients?”

Yeah, the boy was too confident to bother trying for subtlety. Rhys respected his approach enough to go for a straightforward answer. “No boyfriend since I got back to Byron. So mainly just me and my clients, unless I can convince my dad or one of my mates to join me down here for a surf.”

Ollie had started smiling at his answer. “In that case we’re here for the week. Do you want to have dinner with me?”

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Damaged Hearts by Jan St. Marcus: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by Jan St. Marcus


He’s silent for a long moment, then, “Leo was such a happy kid. When we were fifteen, he met this girl, this beautiful girl that was totally into that Goth style—black hair, black clothes, black nails and this really dark music. One day, he comes home and starts playing this song over and over and over again and he was so—down. I had never heard it before, you know, so I was kind of shocked. It was so not his kind of music.” He takes a long sip of his beer. “He was in love with her. I knew this, of course. Twin-sense—it’s really a thing. I knew. He kept this song from me. But he played it all the time for like three weeks before he told me that she had moved away. This was their song.”

I look at him and catch him looking away. “Damn. You want me to change it?”

“No. Start it over. Please.”

“Okay,” I stammer. I pick up the iPad and start the song over.

“Have you listened to the words?” he asks.

“Not really. I kind of know them, but not really.”

He shocks me when he starts to sing along to the song. “When you were here before; I couldn’t look you in the eye. You’re just like an angel; your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather; in the beautiful world. I wish I was special. You’re so fucking special. But I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.” My mouth hangs open. He is perfectly on key and has this voice that’s so pure and a little raspy . . . it’s awesome. Wait. Awesome doesn’t cover it. He could be a rock star. No shit. He’s started swaying with the music as he goes on.

“I don’t care if it hurts; I want to have control. I want a perfect body; I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice; when I’m not around. You’re so fucking special. I wish I was special.” I join in for the chorus—not nearly as good as he is, but I’m kind of loud. So it’s kind of like this weird, cool, crazy karaoke duet.

“But I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo.” We’re both facing each other and kind of screaming in each other’s face now. “What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.” I’m staring into his eyes and they suddenly change. It’s like he’s looking through me. If you’ve ever heard the song, this is where the lead singer goes into the upper register and Michelangelo is hitting the notes perfectly. I shut the hell up, stare into his eyes, and listen. As he sings, his face twists into this ball of . . . I can’t describe it. “Oooh! Ooooh!”

“She’s running out the door.” It’s like he’s found this place so deep in his soul that it hasn’t seen daylight in centuries and now that it’s out, it’s got hundreds of years of anguish that’s been dying to get out and had no outlet. He goes on singing and I’m mesmerized. “She’s running out. She run, run, run, run!” And then, like a switch has been flipped, he starts crying. The last “run” is at once the most pain-filled, powerful, anguished, and beautiful sound I have ever heard in my whole life. Oh my God, I can literally feel something inside me break. I hold my breath. I feel like all the skin has been peeled off my body, and I’m standing there in his living room completely exposed down to my muscles, tendons, and bones. I’m skinless.

Then as the song gets quiet for the last few bars, he straightens up and whisper-sings to the window. “Whatever makes you happy. Whatever you want. You’re so fucking special. I wish I was special. But I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here?” A single tear streams from his eyes as he sings the last line so softly that if I wasn’t standing next to him, I wouldn’t have heard it. “I don’t belong here.” His voice cracks for the first time. “I don’t belong here.” Now I’m crying. I have no idea why. There was just something so damn powerful about the way he sang that song—the emotions, the pain, the beauty. I’m breathless. Speechless. Skinless.

I’m still in awe as he takes a sip of his beer as he looks out over the ocean. He has no idea what he’s just done to me. My knees are weak and my breathing labored. Can he hear me trying to breathe? What the fuck just happened to me? I’ve heard that song a thousand times before, but . . . wait . . . he called this a love song. I never knew the first words of that song. I just liked the way it sounded. Listening to him sing it, with all that emotion and feeling. Is that what love is? How can that be? I just thought it was a catchy song about this guy coming to grips with the fact that he’s a creep with a girl who is obviously out of his league. But, oh my God, the way Michelangelo sang it with that unbelievable voice! It’s so much more than that. He looks at me, and I can tell he’s back from wherever he went. He smiles and catches my eyes, and then looks away like he’s embarrassed. He looks back at me and smiles.

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Cover Reveal: A Summer of Smoke and Sin by TJ Nichols + Excerpt!

A Summer of Smoke and Sin

by TJ Nichols

Nathanial Bayard wants nothing more than to find the nobleman creating snuff pornography. If he fails, his career in the recently formed nobility task force will be over and as the youngest son he’ll be forced to obey his father and join the church. But a life of celibacy doesn’t appeal. Nathanial has never even kissed another man, fearing for his soul and his reputation.

Jericho Fulbright has never lived a wholesome life. After behavior unbecoming he was discharged from the army and sent home in disgrace. His inventor and nouveau riche father refused to have anything to do with him, so Jericho turned to what he knew best: opium, gambling and sex. 

As the owner of the Jericho Rose, a club for gentlemen who like men, he enjoys a certain notoriety. Some would say he has a golden tongue, but the truth is a succubus lives within him feeding on souls. Once he needed her help, now she is a burden that keeps him from getting close to anyone. 

After the unfortunate death of a young nobleman in Jericho’s bed, Nathanial is sent to investigate. He is scandalized and intrigued by Jericho, but soon realizes that Jericho could be exactly who he needs to help break the snuff case. Together they are drawn into a web of lies that will result in Jericho facing prison unless Nathanial can unmask the real creator of the snuff, a man with rank and privileges that reaches almost to the King.

A Summer of Smoke and Sin is scheduled to release on February 28th, 2020. Pre-order a copy today on Amazon!


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