Endings and Beginnings~~K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

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Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

Book Name: Endings and Beginnings

Series: Collars & Cuffs

Book: Eight

This is the final book in the series, which should be read from Beginning to End. 😉 (See what we did there?)

Release Date: July 18, 2016

Pages or Words: 121,429

Categories: Contemporary, BDSM, Fiction, M/M Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

 

In all his relationships, Darren Fielding never found the level of intimacy he witnessed between Thomas Williams and his sub, Peter, the day of Peter’s “rebirth.” Not only that, he never realized such intimacy was possible. For two years, Thomas’s business card has been burning a hole in his wallet. When Darren’s lover moves on, maybe it’s finally time to see where that card takes him.

Collars & Cuffs’s new barman, JJ Taylor, is really conflicted right now. He went to the club with a very specific purpose, already convinced of what he’d find there. Except it’s not what he expected at all. He certainly didn’t anticipate finding himself drawn to the new wannabe Dom. Nor could he have guessed the direction that attraction would lead him.

Old love, new love, vows, pain, rage, moving in, moving on…. The members of Collars & Cuffs face an event that touches some of them deeply, but it will only reinforce what they already know: together they are stronger, and some bonds cannot be broken.

 

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A little more Endings and Beginnings:

“Honey, I’m home.”

Alex laughed and came out of the kitchen to greet his husband. “We’ve talked about this, right? You do not walk into this apartment and talk to me like I’m the little wife.”

Leo kissed him soundly on the cheek. “Aw, but you’d look great in an apron, holding a glass of beer out for your weary, hard-working hubby.” He smirked. “And besides, no one in their right mind would call you little.”

Alex quirked his eyebrows. “One, you don’t drink beer, which is why there’s a glass of chilled chardonnay on the living room table, waiting for you. Two, excuse me—weary? Hard-working? You’ve been standing around in leather chaps and a harness, watching while guys do all manner of things to each other, which probably included a lot of fucking, because, hey, it’s Saturday night, right?”

Leo sighed happily. “What can I say? I love my job.”

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Leo Hart talks about a typical day in his life.

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“Alex worked a late shift last night. Apparently someone called off at the last minute, and Sev found himself in a bind. He went to Alex, because if I know one thing with certainty, it’s that my boy can’t say no when someone else is in trouble. By the time he got home, he went straight to bed, not even stopping for his shower. I went in to the bedroom and undressed him, then tucked him into bed.

I watched him sleep for a few minutes, and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the stress melt away. Though he’d probably deny it, Alex was burning the candle at both ends. He worked full time at Severino’s, and picked up extra shifts when he could, then he volunteered at the youth center, working with Tony, our doorman. I told him he could only pick up twenty hours a week maximum, but he found ways to stretch it into thirty, and sometimes forty. How can I be upset with someone who mentors gay kids so they don’t have to go through the hurt he has?

My life has changed so much since I met Alex. He’s everything I could want in a sub and in a life partner. He’s funny, articulate, loving. I even enjoy his cheek when he sasses me. I wish I could do something for him. I want to tell him we have plenty of money if he wants to give up working at Sev’s, but that wouldn’t be fair to him. He’s got drive and determination. Alex is one of those people who needs to work at something to feel like he’s accomplishing it.

He turns over and puts his arm on my side of the bed. After a few pats, he wakes up and looks at me. “I’m so sorry, Leo. I’m knackered.”

I give him a smile, because that’s what he always brings to my face. “It’s fine, love. You rest, and I’ll come in later to check on you.”

The look he gives me tells me this isn’t the solution he wanted. He pats the bed again. “This side is cold, and I can’t sleep in a cold bed. I could use someone to warm me up.”

I think about teasing him, telling him I’ll call Scott and Peter so they can come in and make a puppy pile, but his look devastates me. My boy needs, and I can’t refuse him anything. I strip off my clothes, then slide into bed with him. He snuggles in close, putting his head on my chest.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” he whispers.

“That’s because you came into my life,” I reply. “Before you, I’m pretty sure it had stopped. You got it started again.”

He chuckles, then shifts even closer.

“I love you.”

I kiss the mop of curls on his head. “I love you, too.”

I’m not even sure if he’s heard me, since he’s already fallen back to sleep. I wrap an arm around him protectively. This man is my strength, my entire world. I once thought after I lost Gabe, I could never love anyone again. But this person who is holding me close showed me that love happens when we no longer expect it.

I think about the picture of Gabe in my desk drawer at the club. I haven’t taken it out but once or twice since I met Alex. I feel a twinge of regret, but it passes quickly. Gabe wouldn’t want me to be sad, and if he met Alex, he would be thrilled that I’ve moved ahead, while still remembering my past.

Maybe one day I can take Alex to the club and show him the photo. He’s matured so much since we met, and I think he might be ready for it. But then I realize I needn’t stir the pot. What we have now is almost perfect, and I couldn’t imagine changing it at all.

“Alex worked a late shift last night. Apparently, someone called off at the last minute, and Sev found himself in a bind. He went to Alex, because if I know one thing with certainty, it’s that my boy can’t say no when someone else is in trouble. By the time he got home, he went straight to bed, not even stopping for his shower. I went in to the bedroom and undressed him, then tucked him into bed.

I watched him sleep for a few minutes and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the stress melt away. Though he’d probably deny it, Alex was burning the candle at both ends. He worked full time at Severino’s, and picked up extra shifts when he could, then he volunteered at the youth center, working with Tony, our doorman. I told him he could only pick up twenty hours a week maximum, but he found ways to stretch it into thirty, and sometimes forty. How can I be upset with someone who mentors gay kids so they don’t have to go through the hurt he has?

My life has changed so much since I met Alex. He’s everything I could want in a sub and in a life partner. He’s funny, articulate, loving. I even enjoy his cheek when he sasses me. I wish I could do something for him. I want to tell him we have plenty of money if he wants to give up working at Sev’s, but that wouldn’t be fair to him. He’s got drive and determination. Alex is one of those people who needs to work at something to feel like he’s accomplishing it.

He turns over and puts his arm on my side of the bed. After a few pats, he wakes up and looks at me. “I’m so sorry, Leo. I’m knackered.”

I give him a smile, because that’s what he always brings to my face. “It’s fine, love. You rest, and I’ll come in later to check on you.”

The look he gives me tells me this isn’t the solution he wanted. He pats the bed again. “This side is cold, and I can’t sleep in a cold bed. I could use someone to warm me up.”

I think about teasing him, telling him I’ll call Scott and Peter so they can come in and make a puppy pile, but his look devastates me. My boy needs, and I can’t refuse him anything. I strip off my clothes, then slide into bed with him. He snuggles in close, putting his head on my chest.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” he whispers.

“That’s because you came into my life,” I reply. “Before you, I’m pretty sure it had stopped. You got it started again.”

He chuckles, then shifts even closer.

“I love you.”

I kiss the mop of curls on his head. “I love you, too.”

I’m not even sure if he’s heard me, since he’s already fallen back to sleep. I wrap an arm around him protectively. This man is my strength, my entire world. I once thought after I lost Gabe, I could never love anyone again. But this person who is holding me close showed me that love happens when we no longer expect it.

I think about the picture of Gabe in my desk drawer at the club. I haven’t taken it out but once or twice since I met Alex. I feel a twinge of regret, but it passes quickly. Gabe wouldn’t want me to be sad, and if he met Alex, he would be thrilled that I’ve moved ahead, while still remembering my past.

Maybe one day I can take Alex to the club and show him the photo. He’s matured so much since we met, and I think he might be ready for it. But then I realize I needn’t stir the pot. What we have now is almost perfect, and I couldn’t imagine changing it at all. 

Meet K.C. Wells:

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….

Where to find K.C. Wells:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld

Facebook Author Page:   https://www.facebook.com/pages/KCWells/223608907761521

Twitter: @K_C_Wells

Meet Parker Williams (or at least his voices):

 Good day! We are the voices that live inside Will’s head. The ones who whisper to him constantly, beckoning him to speak of our adventures, to tell of our love, and perhaps, if we’re in a mood, kill a person or two

We guide his hand as he tells our tales where love is the most powerful force, but must be worked for, molded, and finally, embraced. There can be no shortcuts or substitutions on the path to a happily ever after.

We hope you will join with us as Will fulfills his obligation to ensure our stories are told and, we hope, enjoyed.

 Where to find Parker Williams:

 Connect with Parker on: Twitter: @ParkerWAuthor

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/parker.williams.75641

Or you can visit his website: www.ParkerWilliamsAuthor.com

 Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/107896-collars-and-cuffs

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Cat’s Meow~~On Tour~~Dead Camp by Sean Kerr #pridepromotions

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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Sean Kerr author of Dead Camp.

Hi Sean, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Hello! Well, I’m a 46-year-old gay man living in Cardiff, Wales, with my partner of 27 years, Derek. Oh, and our two cats, Rita and Harry, and a load of tropical fish! I have worked in retail most of my life, and for the past 11 years, I have been running my own Interior Design business in Cardiff with my fabulous business partner, Jayne. I am a huge sci-fi and horror fan, Doctor Who being my first love in television, Alien my first love in film. Sigh. How I would love to write for both of them, but that is never going to happen, so move on lol.

Working for yourself, and trying to pay yourself, is not easy. Bit like being an author then lol. In an ideal world, I would love to see our shop run by someone else so that I could spend my days writing, but again that is just not going to happen. I love the design industry, I love working with fabrics and blinds, and helping our customers to create a beautiful home, but at the same time, I do not want to spend the rest of my life tied to our store. The recession hit 3 years after we opened and it has been a struggle, but we survived, and Jayne and I are proud of our achievement.

Writing has always been my passion. I never thought, never in a million years, that I would be published, and here I am with two books out, and I am now busy writing my third! When I started this series of books two years ago, I wrote to every agent in the Artists and Writers yearbook, and then some, well over 200 emails and letters, and I have a huge pile of ‘no’s’. I was on the verge of giving up. I knew my book was a bit fruity, I knew my book was contentious, but it was something I really wanted to write, and I loved every minute of writing it. Just when I thought there was no point in pursuing Dead Camp, I started to write something else, but then I thought I would try contacting some publishing houses direct. I contacted 6 publishers, and within two weeks had 3 offers of a contract! To say that I screamed a lot would be an understatement. I signed with the wonderful Extasy Books, and boy are they fabulous. My editors, cover designer, all of them, just wonderful, talented, incredibly supportive people, and I feel mighty privileged to be with them. I owe them everything, for making my dream come true, and I hope that we will be together for very, many years!

Dead Camp is a series of books, all with different stories that tell one big saga. As a gay man, I wanted to write it from a gay perspective, so all my characters are gay, well, except the odd one or two…spoilers sweetie. The series of books start during World War 2, and as they progress, you will find yourself in Victorian London, the Crucifixion, and then back to the downfall of Hitler. It’s a complex story, and every character is linked, even if they don’t know it. Book 1 & 2 are out, and I am currently working on book 3, which has been the toughest write so far. This book is proving particularly challenging because of the subject matter, but I think I have just broken the back of it, so now, with a bit of a push, I can finish the first draft.

When all is said and done, Dead Camp may contain Vampires, Ghosts, Demons and Angels, but ultimately, it is a story of a father’s forgiveness, and tolerance of that which is different, in a roundabout sort of way. I know the very last page of the very last book, it is there, in my many, many notes, and all I can say is, have a very large box of tissues at the ready!

Describe your book to us.

Dead Camp came out of my desire to tell a story about gay characters from the perspective of a gay man. It also grew out of my need to tell my version of the Vampire myth. It worried me that so many fantastic books about Vampires already exist, by authors far more talented than I, but I have always loved Vampires and I have always wanted to write about them, so Dead Camp is my own spin on a familiar subject.

Eli is a Vampire with no memory of being human, so this series of books is about his journey of discovery, about himself, and ultimately about the world in which he inhabits. The trouble is, his identity will have a huge impact on the rest of the characters. Lie after lie, secret after secret, and all of it to preserve his identity, and to hide it from him. The greatest love that he has ever known kept that secret, and lied about his own past in the process, so when this all starts to bleed out, Eli is thrown into a world, and a war, that he really would rather hide away from.  Book 1 is really about Eli having to re-engage with the world, and book 2, the consequences of allowing himself to feel again. Some truths are better left buried, and some truths are just too painful to learn.

 

Have you ever read something that made you think differently about your genre? Can you tell us what it was?

The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. To me, that book is the true successor to Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This book is like a history lesson, and the research she did makes my head hurt. But the story is told from the point f view of various characters, letters, and diaries, and it made me realise that writing a book can be so much more than just telling a story from A to B. She made me realise that the Vampire does not always have to be at the fore of everything, that quite often, the events and the stories surrounding it, are just as, if not more so, telling. She breaks from convention, and it gave me the courage to do the same and to create my own spin on a subject so very well covered in so many wonderful books. I have a lot to be grateful to that books for, it is a slice of absolute gold, and I have read it now a number of times. I can only aspire to her level of talent.

Tell us about your character’s family life?

That’s a tough one, because as this series starts out, we learn that while both Eli and Malachi are dead, neither of them have any memories of their human existence. So they know nothing of family life. As a result, they form their own little family, just the two of them hiding away form a world that disappoints them.

Malachi is in love with Eli, but Eli is having none of it. Eli hated Malachi at first, but a friendship developed out of pain and tragedy, and as such, Eli quickly found that he could not exist, or function, without Malachi by his side.

Malachi will do anything for Eli, such is the depth of his feelings towards him, but he knows that Eli is a creature torn apart by his past, and he knows that Eli still holds a flame for his ex-boyfriend, but that doesn’t stop him trying, even if it means risking his soul in the process. Eli takes advantage of this devotion, and then ends up hating himself for it, so he finds it difficult to reconcile his feelings for Malachi, irritant, friend, soul mate, he wants Malachi to love him, but he doesn’t want to feel the same towards him. It makes for a complex relationship.

Compare yourself to your main character.

I am a mixture of Eli and Malachi. Sadly, I do not have Eli’s outrageous good looks and physical attributes, but I do have a sex drive the size of a planet, and I can be very sarcastic, cutting, and bad tempered. I also have a rather loud personality. I am also a little camp. Maybe. Sometimes. Okay, often. But I have a huge sense of humour, and I like nothing more than a bloody good laugh, and when I fall in love, I fall in love bad. That is why I have been with my husband for 27 years.

Describe your past week as a type of landscape or a weather forecast.

Extreme gales, heavy rain with the occasional moments of sunshine and calm. I have been trying to get a week off work so that I can write, and always, without fail, I go into meltdown the week before a holiday trying to get so much done. So, I stress, I lose my temper, my sense of humour evaporates, and only occasionally can I force myself to smile. Not until the last day, before my holiday, am I calm again.

 

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Author Name: Sean Kerr

 Book Name: Dead Camp

Series: Dead Camp Book One

  Pages or Words: 87,422 words, 260 pages

Categories: Dark Themes, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Historical, Horror, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires/Demons, Thriller

Publisher: Extasy Books January 1, 2016

Cover Artist: Latrisha Waters

 

Blurb:

 Eli is an ancient vampire with an ego the size of a planet and a sex drive to match, but his tumultuous past left him broken, so he hides from humanity and cowers from love, left to endure the crushing guilt that haunts his every waking moment. Even his best friend Malachi, a ghost who is hopelessly in love with Eli, remains unaware of all that transpired in London. Malachi can never know the truth.

When the Angel Daniyyel pays an unwelcome visit, Eli must face his secrets, secrets that he has tried so long to hide. To make matters worse, a chance encounter with the most beautiful man he has ever seen shatters his beloved isolation, pushing him into the world of the living once more. Something about this strange man seems so familiar, but Eli can’t even remember who he was before he became a vampire, never mind explain the unwanted emotions the enigmatic stranger ignites in his dead heart. So Eli has a choice—return to the world that ruined him, or continue his self-imposed exile with no hope of salvation.

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With a sickening wet sound, his body finally broke free of the earth. A cry of agony burst from between his perfect lips and his head fell back against my shoulder. I felt his long eyelashes brush against my neck as his eyes flickered in defiance of the blackness trying to consume him.

“Stay with me fella, stay with me, we’ll be home in a jiffy.”

Home, back to my castle, what the fuck was I thinking? I was out of my little fucking mind. I didn’t know the man. I owed him nothing. I had an Angel in my dining room and a German soldier in my dungeon and to top things off, I lived with a ghost. Yet I still wanted to take him home? No, I was intent on taking him home, I had decided that the moment I saw him.

But why, why should I get involved, why should I tread that path again, the path that could only lead to pain. It always did. And yet, as I held him in my arms I felt it, something inescapable, something that I could not understand, a stirring, a feeling, like something found when all hope of ever finding it had been forgotten. Something complicated.

A tingle of warning trickled up and down my spine making my hair stand on end. I lowered the hunk to the ground, slowly, carefully and whispered into his perfectly shaped ear. “Remain quiet.”

In a flash of lightning speed, I leapt into a tree, clinging with one hand to a thick branch while my legs wrapped around its thick girth. Someone was out there and not just Mr Fuck Me He’s Perfect. The smell of human, living heart pumping human was unmistakable, that incomparable odour carried on the wind to entice my nostrils and excite my senses, and I was dutifully excited. But there was something else there too, a feint undercurrent, an elusive aftertaste that went beyond sweat and skid-marks, an elusive scent that pricked at my memory, the smell of Demon.

I saw him then, a German soldier winding his way through the field of corpses. His uniform, a grey green feldbluse replete with bottle green collar and shoulder straps, made him almost invisible amongst the branches and the sludge. I could not see his face beneath his field cap but I could easily make out the eagle and swastika emblem embroidered on the bottle green cloth and I noted with disgust the Sturmgewehr semi-automatic rifle hanging loosely from his shoulder.

The Nazi stood barely six metres away from my injured future husband. Do not move lovely man, I said to myself, do not move and don’t make a sound and if you can, be still your beating heart, because to me it sounded like a jackhammer pounding through the forest. He was frightened and in pain. His eyes darted everywhere looking for me, desperate for me, pleading for me to drag him out of that Hell.

I saw the agony flash across his face before the sound escaped his lips. My entire body tensed. Too late, the soldier heard his pain.

He was running then, running towards my Adonis in the pit. Without hesitation, I soared through the air and landed with feline grace before him. The soldier fell backwards with a bloodcurdling scream. The rifle landed at my feet and I picked it up, rising to my full magnificent height, slowly and with purpose, relishing every moment of fear that blossomed across the soldiers white features. I snapped the weapon as easily as though it were a twig and threw the shattered weapon at his feet, watching with satisfied relish as he scrabbled backwards in the mud, his mouth curling away from his face as his terror burst from his throat.

“Demon! You are not from the camp. What are you?”

My teeth extended and my eyes flashed black. My Vampire was out. In one swift movement, barely visible to the human eye, I leapt at him, pulling him off the floor with effortless ease, lifting his flailing body high above my head. I threw him with all my might at the nearest tree. His spine snapped with an audible bang as his fragile body wrapped itself backwards around the trunk of the trembling pine, his lifeless body sliding to the ground and my stomach rumbled. Dinner was served.

 

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Meet Sean

I think that as I approach that milestone that is fifty, I must be one of the oldest gamers on the face of this earth. Many a day you will find me lashed to my PS4 enjoying a good session of Skyrim. Who doesn’t love a good session of Skyrim?
I love writing—I have done it since I was a child when I would happily write about the latest episode of Doctor Who (Tom Baker in those days) in my schoolbooks. Growing up and becoming a business owner with my friend Jayne left little time to pursue my dream of publication, but of late the desire and the compulsion to put words onto paper have once again dominated my life so that now, my laptop has become surgically fused to my fingertips.
There is something desperately satisfying about telling a story. My fascination with History, Religion and Conspiracy theories have, in this instance, gone hand-in-hand with my love of all things vampire, fantasy, sci-fi and horror. I drove my parents nuts when I was young because that was all I would read about in books, all I would watch on television, but they have held me in good stead, and long may my obsession with the subjects continue, at least, that is, until the day they put me in my own wooden box. And imagination is such a wonderful thing. I once had a rather vivid dream about David Tennant and the Tardis console, but I could not possibly go into details about that here. Let’s just say that my polarity was well and truly reversed.
Dead Camp is just the beginning. I have to check my knickers every day at the thought that this book is now in the public domain. My first book, and I hope the first of many. And to those out there who love to write, who love to transport us to new worlds, or old worlds with a twisted perspective, I say to you keep going. I never thought I would ever see my work available to download, and thanks to eXtasy Books, the dream that I always thought unobtainable has finally come true. So thank you all at eXtasy, I am one happy homosexual thanks to you, and thank you the reader for taking the time to read this strange tale and allowing Eli and the incomparable Malachi into your lives.
And now I really need Skyrim.

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Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/Dead-Camp-blog-402721546519007/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sgk69

Goodreads      https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6207037.Sean_Kerr

Dead Camp site:: http://seankerr5.wix.com/deadcamp

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On Tour with The Dead Don’t Lie by Camille Taylor

Title: The Dead Don’t Lie
Series: Harbour Bay Book 3
Author: Camille Taylor
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 8, 2016
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Club X—where fantasy and reality collide…

For notorious sex club owner Aimee Burnes, it’s all about business. That is until her estranged sister, Louisa, is found dead in the small, coastal town of Harbour Bay. Having always been the favourite of their hyper-religious mother, there’s no logical explanation for Louisa’s untimely death—unless she wasn’t the angel she was believed to be.

Aimee will do anything to protect her club, including corrupting a detective with old-fashioned ideals…

James Hawke is Harbour Bay’s newest detective. He’s a country boy through and through, and he’s not prepared for Aimee’s assault on his senses. When he’s sent undercover into Club X to collect intelligence on Aimee and her clients, James wants to believe she’s genuine. The only thing he knows for sure is he wants her in ways he never wanted anyone before. Deep undercover, he must sacrifice his morals to get close.

Aimee is a master of manipulation…

Aimee will do what she must, even if it means taking her seduction of James too far. With both of them craving more than an intense encounter leaving them sweaty and satisfied, outside dangers challenge their newfound bond. But when the medical examiner finds incriminating evidence pointing to Aimee as her sister’s killer, James is forced to choose…

Will he honour the oath of his badge, or believe in Aimee’s innocence, regardless of the evidence stacking against her? With her lies unmasked and her innocence questioned, proof lies in the DNA evidence.

The dead don’t lie…

Someone was behind her.
Footsteps echoed loudly as she ran. Louisa Burnes stumbled, the heel of her stiletto snapping. She caught herself before she fell, scraping the delicate skin of her palm against the graffiti-covered brick wall beside her. She cursed as the first signs of the sting registered.
She ran faster than before, terrified of what might happen should she be caught. She was all alone in the early morning hours, everyone else asleep in their warm beds. No one would hear her screams.
Her breath came out in quick bursts, her natural blonde hair whipping about her face as she moved. She shivered, despite the warm breeze and sweat trickled down her back. Her heart in her throat, she staggered in the direction of her car, parked further down the street.
The pounding of feet on the pavement had fear liquefying her insides. The shot of adrenaline did nothing to the drug taking effect, already slowing her down, making her groggy. She was usually so careful, and now she was terrified the lack of caution would be her last mistake.
Please God, she begged. Let me get out of this.
She would go to church with her mother, mend her relationship with her sister, if only she could get away unscathed.
If only she knew who the pursuer was. They’d been following her since she left the club, had made no attempt to call out to her, and when she had started running, they kept up with her.
She tightened her grip on her keys, the metal edges biting into her palm.
Just a little longer, she told herself as she took shortcut after shortcut. She’d parked farther away so no one would link her to the club, afraid for her reputation. She wished she hadn’t cared.
Louisa’s eyes blurred. Tears streaked down her cheeks. She kept moving, down alleyways and past stinking dumpsters. If only it wasn’t too late to turn around and head back to the club, but she’d already gone too far to turn back. She would lose precious minutes. It was best to keep going, if she could.
She placed her hand on the brick wall of the building beside her, in an attempt to stop the dizziness flooding her head. Keeping her fingertips on the cool motionless brick, she moved further down the alley, looking for the exit.
I have to hurry.
The world spun and she wondered why this was happening and why she’d been drugged.
She never accepted drinks from strangers, so she wasn’t sure when she’d ingested the drug.
She had worked until six, an early night, before going to her mother’s house for dinner. Later, she had gone to the club as she always did. But she hadn’t drunk anything she hadn’t before and was certain there hadn’t been an opportunity to spike her drink, nor had she been injected with anythingat least not that she could remember, her brain already losing huge chunks of the night. Her worry increased ten-fold and fear was almost a physical presence beside her.
Rounding a corner, she realised nothing looked familiar. Panic surged through her.
The assailant was almost upon her. She forced herself to move, wondering which way to go. She wanted to scream in frustration. She chose left and continued on until she finally came to a dead end. She was trapped. It was all over.
I should’ve gone the other way.
A sharp pain burned, the blade slicing through her flesh. She screamed and turned her back against the wall, facing her attacker. Her eyes widened when her chin lifted and she found the familiar face.
Oh my God.
The hand came down again, the knife once more piercing her soft skin. She fell to the dirty, foul smelling ground. The world went dark and warm blood pooled beneath her body. Her blood. She only had one more thought before she died, taking the identity of her killer to the grave.
Aimee.
 

Camille Taylor is an Australian author who resides in the Nation’s Capital with her small dog. She was the typical 90’s kid and was raised on Goosebumps, Roald Dahl and Paul Jennings. In her teens she began reading the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie and in later years found Christine Feehan, Janet Evanovich and Julie Garwood.
She started writing at sixteen and enjoys spending time with her family, doting on her nieces and nephews, writing the many stories floating about her head and working on her genealogy where she can trace her heritage to England, Scotland, Ireland and Russia.
Her other interests include, anything creative—such as scrapbooking and drawing and has travelled across Western Europe, New Zealand and the UAE, after spending a year living in London. She’s also dabbled in tae kwon do.

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Author Name: Suzey Ingold

 Book Name: Speakeasy

 Release Date: February 18, 2016

Publisher: Interlude Press

Cover Artist: Cover Art by Colin Moore; Cover design by C.B. Messer

Pages or Words: 244 pages

Categories: Gay fiction, Historical, M/M Romance, Romance

 

 In the height of the Prohibition era, recent Yale graduate Heath Johnson falls for Art, the proprietor of a unique speakeasy tucked away beneath the streets of Manhattan where men are free to explore their sexuality. When Art’s sanctuary is raided, Heath is forced to choose between love and the structured life his parents planned for him.

 

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Heath swallows, playing over an idea that had formed shakily in his head after he saw Frankie, since Art walked through that door and possibly longer without him being fully conscious of it. “Maybe it’s time I was honest. Tell them that I don’t want to marry Ginny or work with my father. Let the pieces fall where they may.”

“You would do that?”

“If it meant being with you, I would do anything.” Heath sits up and the sheets fall to pool around his waist. “I know what I want, now. And it’s you and whatever a future with you brings.”

 

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My Review

Heath has just graduated Yale. His parents have his life planned. They want him to work for his father and get married and have children to carry on their name.  They even have a sweet girl they like chosen for him. They are giving him a choice of his job, but he has to choose after the summer.  His friend Frankie takes him out to celebrate his birthday. He thinks he has found a place perfect for Heath. It is a speakeasy for like-minded men like Heath.  Though Frankie brought him there to meet up with Heaths college crush Julian, Heath quickly fell for the owner. In a time of prohibition and when it’s dangerous for gay men can have this relationship last or will Heath choose to follow his parent’s wishes.

Speak Easy a beautifully written story of the prohibition eras which is my favorite historical period. Suzey Ingold does an excellent job giving the book that nostalgic feel. Speak Easy is character driven as we follow Heath through his summer and his decisions. It’s very clean with no sex, but a beautiful, bittersweet romance with a satisfying ending.

If you like the 1920 prohibition era, coming of age, new adult, clean stories, I think you will like this one!

 
* I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review through http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com  * 

Meet the Suzey:

Suzey Ingold is a writer, linguist and coffee addict, currently based in Edinburgh, Scotland. Brought up in a household where children’s books are quoted over the dinner table, literature has always had a strong influence on her life. She enjoys traveling, scented candles and brunch. Her short story, “The Willow Weeps for Us,” was included in “Summer Love: An LGBTQ Collection,” published by Duet, an imprint of Interlude Press (2015).

 

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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing BA Tortuga author of Refired.  Be sure to check out my review and enter the awesome rafflecopter giveaway for Terms of Release and Articles of release(awesome books)

Hi BA, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself and your background.

Hey there! I’m the luckiest girl on Earth – I’m married to the woman of my dreams, I’ve got the best job in history, and I live in the New Mexico mountains. I’ve been publishing romance novels for… whoa. Many years.

Many.

I love both yours and your wife’s books. Both of you are on my top author list and favorite books!

What is your new book about?

Refired is the story of recovering alcoholic, Josh McPhee, and Kris Cerny, high-powered businessman, and rancher – two

former lovers that own a failing Austin art gallery together.

OOH, That sounds so good. I have my copy ready to read!

What is your all-time favorite songs, bands, and musicians and tell us why we should be listening to them.

You mean list my favorites today, right?

The Beatles – because HELLO! Beatles! (Yes, huge fan. I think John Lennon was magical)

George Strait – King George is Texan to the bone and the ultimate troubadour.

The Eagles – harmony. Magic and harmony. I got nothing else.

Trent Wilmon – Trent was raised by a hippy and a cowboy. He sings songs of my heart.

That’s today’s list. Tomorrow’s list will be different.

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Author Name: BA Tortuga

Title: Refired

Series: The Recovery Series Book One

 Publisher: Dreamspinner Press( January 18, 2016)

Cover Artist: Bree Archer:

Pages or Words: 65,000 words

 

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Western/Cowboy

 

 When Kris Cerny walks back into Two Spirits, the art gallery he owns with Josh McPhee, all he wants is a clean break. Austin’s booming real estate market means the building he bought years ago is worth a fortune, and with the sale, he and Josh can finally go their separate ways. They won’t be reconciling, right? Josh may be sober now, but an addict is always going to be an addict, and Kris can’t take that chance again.

Josh isn’t willing to sell. Not yet. He’s discovered a new artist in Santa Fe he knows will put Two Spirits in the black, and if he can just make a success of the gallery, maybe he can earn Kris’s respect, if not recapture his love. He needs Kris to give him time for one more buying trip, one more gallery show. Josh wants nothing more than a final chance to make things right. Kris agrees to let Josh have this last ditch effort on one condition– he wants to go along for the ride. On the way Josh hopes they’ll find the next big thing in the art world as well as peace, forgiveness, and a love he thought was lost forever.

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Josh admits he is an alcoholic. He has been clean and sober for five years. The gallery is just beginning to come around when Kris walks in telling Josh he is going to sell the building. When Josh asks for a chance to bring in a newly discovered artist and prove he can make the gallery work, Kris agrees. Kris also goes along; The trip brings them closer together, but Josh just when Josh thinks things are looking up for both the gallery and his love life it all comes crashing down around him.

A hot cowboy, a sexy artist, an angsty romance written in BATortuga’s unique style? Win! Win! Win!  As usual, BA has outdone herself in unique characters.  I loved every single one of them right down to the dogs! The storyline had some angst, a great plot, dealt with a significant social issue and still was quite a humorous as well.  I nearly forgot to mention the beautiful settings in New Mexico, the fabulous food, the gallery, the B& B they stay at. Yes, so many cool settings!

I sat on the edge of my seat nibbling my nails to see how this was going to come out. There were quite a few surprises. I can’t wait to see which man or men the next book will be about.
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Josh sat there in the office that had been his for seven years, two months, and three days, looking at the cowboy who he’d thought, once upon a time, was going to be his one and only, feeling a little like he was drunk.

He rolled the five-year-sober token between his fingers, letting it settle him. Not drunk. Not even a bit.

“What? What did you say to me?” He left off the you sorry son of a bitch part.

“We got a buyer for the gallery.” Kris stared at him, calm as could be, one hip settled on the edge of his desk.

“The gallery isn’t for sale.” He owned half, dammit. Still.

Kris nodded easily. “Frankly they just want the building. Quite an offer. I don’t see how we can pass it up.”

“The gallery isn’t for sale.” He was fairly sure the words were succinct enough for Mr. Business.

“The neighborhood has changed, Josh. It’s not a boho, arty area anymore. It’s all high-priced condos and tapas bars.” Kris’s expression softened just slightly. “I think it’s time to let it go.”

This wasn’t about the gallery. This was about them. Him and Kris.

“No.”

“Josh, please at least look at the offer.” Kris stood, straightening his fancy cattleman’s. God, he looked like a stuffed suit. Kris looked better in beat-up Wranglers.

“I’m not interested.” Josh felt like sitting down and pounding the floor with his fist. This wasn’t right. None of it. He knew he was a fuckup. Had been a fuckup. But he was working his shit out.

The gallery was back to breaking even, if not making a profit. Josh thought he deserved a chance to get some good new artists in for a show.

“Then are you going to buy me out?” Kris asked.

Fuck. Kris knew he couldn’t do that. The business finances were an open book. Josh wasn’t even taking a salary for another three years to pay back Kris’s initial investment.

“I don’t have to. We’re equal partners. All I have to do is say no.”

Kris frowned, dark brows drawing together over his bright green eyes. “Dammit, Josh, how long are you going to pretend this is going to work?”

He touched the coin again. Five years. Five years sober. Five years proving he could be trusted. Five years and it wasn’t enough.

“This gallery is my life.” Simple as that. He had no friends anymore, no one. He came to work and went to meetings. He hadn’t gone out to dinner with Kris since…. Christ. Christmas? Maybe? Had they even done Christmas?

“Then what do you want me to do? The building is really the only asset.”

“I’m going on a buying trip. Santa Fe area. Why are we even talking about this?” Why are you even here? Go find another project.

Kris was, like, the king of finance now or something. He had investments all over, could probably walk away from the gallery without even taking a money hit.

“Buying? With what? Your good looks?”

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Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing porn sites in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife (still amazing to say that), Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has gone to the high desert mountains and fallen in love. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery ménages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

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Blog: http://www.batortuga.com

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