Cats Meow Survivor @TM Smith #favoriteauthor #MMromance #giveaway

 



Guess what… Survivor is available now! 
I’m so excited to share this story with you, the first in a new series. There’s murder, suspense, romance and passion. What more could you want?? The synopsis and buy links are below, and be sure to enter the giveaway for a chance to win a surprise swag pack!

Taylor Langford’s world is torn apart when he is only thirteen years old—his parents killed, leaving him alone and orphaned. With no living relatives, he’d certainly be another statistic if not for the intervention of the policeman who found Taylor in the crawl space where his mother hid him that fateful night. Despite the tragedy and resulting anguish in his life, Taylor knows how lucky he is.


Frank Moore is a rookie with the Dallas Police Department when he and his partner answer a call in Devonshire, one of the city’s more affluent neighborhoods. They think the young boy in various pictures throughout the home has been kidnapped until they find him, shaken but alive. Officer Moore recognizes the pain in the kid’s eyes, having lost his own mother to cancer when he was just a boy. He steps in, making sure Taylor is placed with a loving foster family. Over the years, Frank becomes a permanent fixture in Taylor’s life.

 

A decade later, the case remains unsolved and the once gangly, uncertain teenager is now a college graduate who knows exactly what he wants. He’s coming home to the man that helped mold and shape his life, the man he’s loved for as long as he can remember, Frank Moore. But Taylor isn’t the only person returning to Dallas, and while Frank is distracted by his own conflicting feelings and the new bond growing between the two, the past creeps up on them, determined to finish what was started ten years earlier.
A note from the author…

I hope you enjoy Frank and Taylor’s story. It’s been a long road to get them settled, but I’m happy with where this story has taken them. When I started this book, the intent was to write a stand-alone story, but that has changed. Characters continually evolve throughout the writing process, and there are several characters in the book that want to tell their story. I’ve grown especially fond of Rory and I can’t wait to write his book, which will take us back to when he first joined the Bureau, and continue on to his happy ever after.
Please be advised: This is a May/December romance, and as in life, there are sexual situations that take place prior to the main characters finding their way to one another. This is not gratuitous; it is meant to show character growth and self-realization. There is absolutely no cheating.

 

 

 

 
A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia;
TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now
calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or
ticking away on her next novel.
 
Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and
decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, she is
passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because, seriously people,
Love is Love!
 
Author links: Amazon || Smashwords || Website || Facebook || Twitter 
 
 
 

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Take a Peek Tuesday~Does Age Matter? #amwriting #romance #teaser

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Welcome back to Take a Peek Tuesday. Each week I will post a little tease from what I am currently working on. Right now I am doing a self-edit on a story I wrote during NaNo 2015.  I am hoping to release it this summer.  Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats is a contemporary sports/cowboy romance. It is sweet and spicy with a touch of humor.

Remember this is very raw, not having been beta read or edited.

This week I take up where I left off last week but in TJ’s view.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

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I don’t think Annie realized Caleb was in love with her. It was clear as a bell to me. I didn’t plan to kiss her. I guess it was another one of those strange ‘the moment is right’ things. She seemed so sad. So vulnerable. I bet very few people had ever seen this softer side of Annie. I’ve kissed a girl before, but it had never felt this amazing. My body thrummed with excitement. Every muscle, every nerve, yearned for more. I could feel myself shaking with desire. She melted into my arms, her hands slid up cupping my face, fingers entwining in my hair, pulling me in closer. Her lips parted allowing me entrance, giving me control. Control. Damn. Now is not the time. I want her with every fiber of my being, but I have to prove to her that I want more than a quick roll in the hay. I reluctantly pull back gazing into those warm, chocolaty eyes. Her lips are puffy and swollen. My body aches with want. I reach up and brush my finger over her mouth tracing it over her lips, sliding it into the long windblown curls. I expected a slap or at least her running like a frightened rabbit.

“Please don’t apologize.” She whispered.

“I have no intention of apologizing. I’ve done nothing I’m sorry about.”

“I shouldn’t want you so much.” She stepped back, gazing at the floor.

“Why? Because of my race? Afraid your friends will find out about me being from a poor family with a drug lord for an uncle? That I won’t ever amount to anything or be worthy of you?” I can’t believe I’m saying these things. All my fears seem to pour from my mouth. Talk about spoiling a moment.

“Heavens to Betsy, no. If anyone isn’t worthy of anyone, it’s me not being worthy of you. You are the strongest young man I have ever met. Young is the problem. I have a son older than you.”

“Age shouldn’t have any bearing on your feelings. If you feel anything for me at all, it is worth exploring. What’s in your heart is all that matters.” I saw the worry and fear begin to cloud over her eyes, trying to shut off her feelings. I take her face into my hands and kiss her forehead. “I don’t want a one-night stand or even a summer fling. I want you. I knew that from the moment we first met. Mama always told me I would know when the time was right, to not jump in with every girl I date, to wait for that woman. She was right. I felt it in my heart the moment we touched. I can wait until you are ready.” Reluctantly I stepped back. She stood staring at me in shock. “TJ…”

“Don’t. Please. We have the summer to get to know each other. Let’s let time, destiny, fate, whatever you believe in decide our future.”

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Do you like May/December Romance? What do you think about TJ and his values?

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