Friday, July 19, 2019

Now Available at Amazon! Credence by Gale Stanley #Gay #PNR @ChangelingPress




Credence (Wolf Pack 3)
Author: Gale Stanley
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 008965-02900



Blurb:

Bleu and Grey are bonded, but a threesome with Alek leaves Bleu questioning their relationship. He believes the three of them belong together, but triads are taboo, so Bleu suffers in silence. Some things are better left unsaid. Still, fate keeps throwing them together. Can there be a future for two Alphas and an omega? Or will hidden feelings destroy them all?



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Credence (Wolf Pack 3)
Gale Stanley Name
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Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley

Trapped. Bleu struggled against the tape binding him to the chair, but he couldn’t get loose. Fuck. I’m trapped here, wherever here is.
He looked around, but the unfamiliar room offered no clues. He thought about Grey. Would he ever see his Alpha again?
A click sounded behind him. Bleu turned his head and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. Sweat beaded on Bleu’s forehead and he started shaking uncontrollably. His bladder loosened and he peed himself. He opened his mouth to scream --
“Wake up, Bleu. Damn it, wake the hell up!”
Bleu’s eyes flew open. “Grey?” he mumbled.
“Yeah. Grey. Who else?”
It took a few seconds for Bleu to register where he was, then Grey’s warm body overpowered the nightmare. “Sorry, I was dreaming.”
“That must have been some dream. You wet the bed.”
Bleu felt his face heat. “I’m sorry.”
Grey got fresh sheets from the closet. “No apologies necessary. Was it the kidnapping again?”
“Yeah.”
The same terrifying dream plagued him every night. Each time Bleu relived his abduction by John Smith, a man he’d once known as his college professor. Smith had found out that the Agéli Lýkon fraternity was a real wolf pack. The Alpha Brotherhood, including Bleu’s bonded lover, Grey, had the ability to shift into wolves, but John Smith needed proof. He held Bleu hostage, intending to lure Grey to his hideout. Smith got more than he bargained for. Both Grey and his best buddy, Alek, showed up and --
“Earth to Bleu. Stop thinking so much. It’s over. Smith is dead.”
Bleu sighed heavily. “Sorry, I can’t help it.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Just hold me.” Bleu slid back into bed and curled up like a baby, with Grey cradling him.
“I love you, baby. You’re safe now. You’re my omega and I’ll always take care of you. Go back to sleep.”
* * *
Bleu woke to Grey’s morning wood poking eagerly at his butt. He loved having this extra time with his Alpha, but it wouldn’t last forever. Each Alpha had a bonded omega, but the omegas didn’t live in the frat house. Lykos Stavros, the chapter president, had made an exception for Bleu. He had allowed Bleu to move temporarily into Grey’s room on the advice of the specialist treating Bleu for PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The psychiatrist was a former member of the Brotherhood and well acquainted with the relationship between an Alpha and his omega. Dr. Howard Evans knew Bleu would feel safer in the company of his Alpha.
But the other omegas were already grumbling about Bleu’s special treatment. They all wanted to sleep with their Alphas in the frat house, but Stavros made the rules. The omegas had to fulfill their primary duty as spies and liaisons to the human population. Bleu sighed. It was just another thing for him to feel guilty about.
Grey nibbled at his ear. “You awake, Bleu?”
“I am now.”
“Good.” Grey rolled on top of him.
Bleu exhaled from the bottom of his lungs. “Jesus, you should lay off the pizza.”
“Look who’s talking.” Grey took advantage of Bleu’s open mouth to thrust his tongue inside.
Bleu sucked on it for a few seconds. “Don’t you have anything bigger to suck on?”
Grey laughed. “Oh yeah, but I’m not sure you can handle it.”
“Fucker.”
“Brat.”
“Get off me and I’ll prove it.”
“You’re getting spoiled.” But, Grey rolled off Bleu and lay on his back. “Just don’t get used to playing boss.”
“Ha, you know you love it.”
“I love it when you suck my cock.”
Bleu settled between Grey’s muscular legs and ran his tongue along the crease of Grey’s thigh. He nipped at the tender flesh and nuzzled Grey’s wiry bush. When he finally licked Grey’s red, swollen cockhead, Grey let out a moan. “Baby, you make my head spin.”
“I’m just getting started.”
Bleu used his tongue to trace the vein that ran along Grey’s shaft, and then searched the slit for a drop of precum. He savored the taste and started sucking for real.
Grey groaned and Bleu stopped immediately. He widened his eyes and feigned a look of innocence. “You okay?”
“Fuck, yes. Get back to business, brat.”
Bleu laughed. He love teasing Grey, but he could only keep it up so long. He wanted this as much as Grey did...



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Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Future, Broken (Project Mars) by Jacey Holbrand and Elizabeth Monvey #SciFi #Romance @EvernightPub



Thank you for having us on your blog today! We’re so excited to share the release of the first book in our Project Mars series, Future, Broken. For a quick idea about the series, check out this trailer


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Book 1 - Future, Broken - Available July 10, 2019 - a Project Mars story - futuristic, sci-fi, romance series by best-selling authors Jacey Holbrand & Elizabeth Monvey
Genre: futuristic, sci-fi, Alternative (MM) MPREG Romance | Heat Level: 3 | Word Count: 66,125 | ISBN: 978-1-77339-998-0 | Editor: Karyn White | Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
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BLURB
In the future, be careful who you trust.
Nathaniel Stockton and Grover Silas Ranger are faced with the ultimate test to their relationship when the Project Mars Lottery comes to town. Nate wins a chance to have his dreams come true: live and work on the red planet with his love. His husband Ranger doesn't see the point of going from one bad place to another. But an evil organization called Sector has a completely different idea for the couple.
Kidnapped, experimented on, impregnated, and sent to Mars, Nate realizes too late he trusted the wrong people.
Ranger fights to find a way to Nate. Will he make it to his love before their dreams and lives are irrevocably broken by distance, a pregnancy, and the corrupt agency?


EXCERPT
The phone rang, dragging Nate from his thoughts.
“I’m gonna put it on screen,” Ranger called out from the kitchen.
“Sure.”
The wall flashed to life, and a dark-haired man with dark eyes, appeared. The stranger reminded Nate of the doctor at the lottery exams—lab coat, stethoscope, well-groomed—but this man was older and seemed to have an edge to him.
“Hey,” Nate greeted. “What can I do for you?”
“Am I speaking with Nathaniel Curtis Stockton?”
“Yeah.” Nate took a swig of his drink.
“Wonderful.” The man smiled but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “I am Doctor Rafael Trask. I am one of the lead scientists in a series of special clinical studies being performed. I understand you failed the medical section of the lottery exams?”
“Yeah.” The guy’s voice sounded cool … exact. Combined with the discord of his face, Nate sensed an air of danger surrounding the man. Creeped out, Nate was hesitant to say too much.
“Well, first off, let me say, we are not associated with the lottery. But should you participate in our studies you may have another chance at traveling to and settling on Mars. We also offer outstanding compensation. Despite whether you are or are not picked for travel, you will pretty much be set for life.”
Ranger strolled into the room and sat beside Nate, twirling the comm-wand between his fingers. “What are these studies?”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
“His husband,” Ranger answered. “Whatever he’s to be involved in, wherever he’s going, I’ll be at his side. What’s all this about?”
Doctor Trask leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers together. He looked down his nose at the camera on his comm device, appearing to contemplate what Ranger had said and giving Ranger a once-over. The doctor reminded Nate of a vulture.
“Okay,” Trask said. “Like I was about to mention to Mister Stockton, we are trying to find cures for people who did not pass the medical aspects of the lottery exams due to their diseases. We are also looking into the sterility epidemic and chromosomal changes in the female population.”
“Could you hold a moment?” Nate asked, grabbing the wand from Ranger and muting the call. He pointed the wand at the screen. “Do you think this is legit?”
“Yeah. It could be.”
“It might be the answer to our Mars problem.” Nate smiled, feeling a glimmer of warm hope spring up within him again.
“Perhaps. Should we see what’s what with it?”
Nate unmuted the call. “What if we say we’re interested?”
The doctor lifted a corner of his mouth. “I will digitize a package of information to you, and then we will be in touch with further instructions.”
“Well,” Ranger said, “count us interested.”
“Wonderful,” the doctor drawled.
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JACEY HOLBRAND believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world. Jacey loves to hear from readers!
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ELIZABETH MONVEY is the pseudonym for a single mother from Los Angeles. She writes manlove stories, where the hero meets the man of his dreams because happily ever after is one of her favorite things.
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Monday, July 15, 2019

Groundwork for Murder by Sharon Goldman and Marilyn Baron #romance #suspense #giveaway @GoddessFish



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The authors will be awarding a 16X20 Signed Matted Print "Flora Blanca" by author, Florida artist Sharon Goldman, to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.







Landscape artist Alexandra Newborn dreams of a one-woman show at the Diamond Gallery. But the gallery owner dismisses her paintings as "old, tired, and dull. Lacking excitement." Those words also describe Alex's unhappy marriage.



Alex's shocking reunion with her college art professor, Dominick "Nick" Anselmo—once a world-celebrated Italian artist, now a homeless lawn man—reignites their passion and fuels a creative spark for both, helping Nick recover from his wife's death.



With Nick's provocative sketches, art imitates life, but Alex doesn't realize they reveal a dangerous liaison between her husband and the gallery owner. Without Nick's knowledge, Alex arranges an art opening that includes his drawings.



When the torrid affair between Alex's husband and his mistress is exposed, the seeds are sown for murder, mystery, and romance.


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The man grabbed her hand.



“Let go!” Alex shrieked.



“Alexandra, wait.”



Startled, Alex twisted painfully in the man’s solid grip as she gave him a closer look.



“Do I know you?”



Alex focused on his face, which was vaguely familiar, and tried hard to bury the image of the rest of the man’s body, which, although she’d only been exposed to a flash of flesh, was oddly disturbing. And when she did, she got another shock.



“P-Professore Anselmo?”



The man released her hand and came out from behind the shelter of the bushes, smiled shyly, and nodded. Although she hadn’t recognized his accent earlier, there was no mistaking his identity. But the last time she’d seen him, his smile had been almost smug and his mouth had been busy doing more than smiling. She’d buried the recollection of their last encounter so deep even she wasn’t clear about the details of just how far they’d gone and how far she had been prepared to go.



It was hard to reconcile the man of her dreams with this nasty-looking person standing in front of her. Professore Dominick Anselmo had been her college art teacher, her inspiration, her secret crush, until he’d been exposed for improper behavior with his graduate assistant and expelled from the university. The scandal had rocked the Art and Architecture Department and blasted a rift in Alex’s personal world.



“Professore?” she repeated, her jittery voice rising a level. “What are you doing here?”



About the Author: Marilyn Baron and Sharon Goldman are sisters. Groundwork for Murder won first place in the Suspense Romance category of the Ignite the Flame Contest, sponsored by the Central Ohio Fiction Writers Chapter of RWA.



Marilyn Baron



Marilyn Baron writes in a variety of genres, from women’s fiction to historical romantic thrillers and romantic suspense to paranormal/fantasy. She and her sister even wrote a musical called Memory Lane.



She’s received writing awards in Single Title, Suspense Romance, Novel with Strong Romantic Elements, and Paranormal/Fantasy Romance. She was also The Finalist in the 2017 Georgia Author of the Year Awards (GAYA) in the Romance Category for her novel Stumble Stones, and The Finalist for the 2018 GAYA Awards in the Romance category for her novel The Alibi. Her novel The Siege was nominated for the 2019 GAYA Awards in the Romance Category.



Groundwork for Murder is her 24th work of fiction. A public relations consultant in Atlanta, she is chair of the Roswell Reads Steering Committee.



A native of Miami, Florida, Marilyn graduated from the University of Florida in Gainesville, Florida, with a B.S. in Journalism—a major in Public Relations and a minor in English (Creative Writing). She met her husband at UF and both of her daughters graduated from UF. Marilyn now lives in Roswell, Georgia, with her husband.



Find out more about Marilyn on her website: http://www.marilynbaron.com/

Visit her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Marilyn-Baron/286807714666748

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Sharon Goldman



Sharon Goldman is an award-winning artist whose paintings are in private collections and who has exhibited in numerous galleries throughout northeast Florida, including the Haskell Gallery in the Jacksonville International Airport.



As a native Floridian, Sharon strives to create work that captures the spirit of Florida. Her colorful palette, unique cropping, and background as a designer and art director help her envision her novel compositions, which she describes as painterly realism.



Sharon has taught art school in her home studio to more than 200 students in her community. Sharon has also written and illustrated a children’s book.



Sharon is on the Dean’s Leadership Council at the University of North Florida’s Thomas G. Carpenter Library, where she gives monthly tours of one of the largest permanent art collections of regional artists in the state.



A graduate of the University of Florida in Fine Arts, Sharon had a long career in the advertising business. After having three children (now college graduates), she has more time to bring her ideas to light.



Website: http://www.sharongoldmanart.com



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Saturday, July 13, 2019

Out Now! Credence (Wolf Pack 3) by Gale Stanley #Gay #Shifters @ChangelingPress




Credence (Wolf Pack 3)
Author: Gale Stanley
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 008965-02900

Blurb:

Bleu and Grey are bonded, but a threesome with Alek leaves Bleu questioning their relationship. He believes the three of them belong together, but triads are taboo, so Bleu suffers in silence. Some things are better left unsaid. Still, fate keeps throwing them together. Can there be a future for two Alphas and an omega? Or will hidden feelings destroy them all?

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Credence (Wolf Pack 3)
Gale Stanley Name
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley

Trapped. Bleu struggled against the tape binding him to the chair, but he couldn’t get loose. Fuck. I’m trapped here, wherever here is.
He looked around, but the unfamiliar room offered no clues. He thought about Grey. Would he ever see his Alpha again?
A click sounded behind him. Bleu turned his head and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. Sweat beaded on Bleu’s forehead and he started shaking uncontrollably. His bladder loosened and he peed himself. He opened his mouth to scream --
“Wake up, Bleu. Damn it, wake the hell up!”
Bleu’s eyes flew open. “Grey?” he mumbled.
“Yeah. Grey. Who else?”
It took a few seconds for Bleu to register where he was, then Grey’s warm body overpowered the nightmare. “Sorry, I was dreaming.”
“That must have been some dream. You wet the bed.”
Bleu felt his face heat. “I’m sorry.”
Grey got fresh sheets from the closet. “No apologies necessary. Was it the kidnapping again?”
“Yeah.”
The same terrifying dream plagued him every night. Each time Bleu relived his abduction by John Smith, a man he’d once known as his college professor. Smith had found out that the Agéli Lýkon fraternity was a real wolf pack. The Alpha Brotherhood, including Bleu’s bonded lover, Grey, had the ability to shift into wolves, but John Smith needed proof. He held Bleu hostage, intending to lure Grey to his hideout. Smith got more than he bargained for. Both Grey and his best buddy, Alek, showed up and --
“Earth to Bleu. Stop thinking so much. It’s over. Smith is dead.”
Bleu sighed heavily. “Sorry, I can’t help it.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Just hold me.” Bleu slid back into bed and curled up like a baby, with Grey cradling him.
“I love you, baby. You’re safe now. You’re my omega and I’ll always take care of you. Go back to sleep.”
* * *
Bleu woke to Grey’s morning wood poking eagerly at his butt. He loved having this extra time with his Alpha, but it wouldn’t last forever. Each Alpha had a bonded omega, but the omegas didn’t live in the frat house. Lykos Stavros, the chapter president, had made an exception for Bleu. He had allowed Bleu to move temporarily into Grey’s room on the advice of the specialist treating Bleu for PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The psychiatrist was a former member of the Brotherhood and well acquainted with the relationship between an Alpha and his omega. Dr. Howard Evans knew Bleu would feel safer in the company of his Alpha.
But the other omegas were already grumbling about Bleu’s special treatment. They all wanted to sleep with their Alphas in the frat house, but Stavros made the rules. The omegas had to fulfill their primary duty as spies and liaisons to the human population. Bleu sighed. It was just another thing for him to feel guilty about.
Grey nibbled at his ear. “You awake, Bleu?”
“I am now.”
“Good.” Grey rolled on top of him.
Bleu exhaled from the bottom of his lungs. “Jesus, you should lay off the pizza.”
“Look who’s talking.” Grey took advantage of Bleu’s open mouth to thrust his tongue inside.
Bleu sucked on it for a few seconds. “Don’t you have anything bigger to suck on?”
Grey laughed. “Oh yeah, but I’m not sure you can handle it.”
“Fucker.”
“Brat.”
“Get off me and I’ll prove it.”
“You’re getting spoiled.” But, Grey rolled off Bleu and lay on his back. “Just don’t get used to playing boss.”
“Ha, you know you love it.”
“I love it when you suck my cock.”
Bleu settled between Grey’s muscular legs and ran his tongue along the crease of Grey’s thigh. He nipped at the tender flesh and nuzzled Grey’s wiry bush. When he finally licked Grey’s red, swollen cockhead, Grey let out a moan. “Baby, you make my head spin.”
“I’m just getting started.”
Bleu used his tongue to trace the vein that ran along Grey’s shaft, and then searched the slit for a drop of precum. He savored the taste and started sucking for real.
Grey groaned and Bleu stopped immediately. He widened his eyes and feigned a look of innocence. “You okay?”
“Fuck, yes. Get back to business, brat.”
Bleu laughed. He love teasing Grey, but he could only keep it up so long. He wanted this as much as Grey did...

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Friday, July 12, 2019

Out Now! Tex/Zipper by Harley Wylde #MCRomance #BoxSet @ChangelingPress




Tex/Zipper by Harley Wylde



Tex (Dixie Reapers MC 6)
Tex: Fifteen years ago I signed away the rights to a child I’d never seen and joined the Army, putting my past, including the Dixie Reapers, firmly in my rearview. Now I’m back, and I’ll do anything in my power to save the daughter I’ve never met. I just didn’t count on rescuing two damsels. Kalani’s got trouble written all over her.
Kalani: Hillview Asylum looks presentable enough, but I know firsthand the horrors inside those walls. Now I’m faced with a man who makes me want things I shouldn’t, but Tex keeps the nightmares at bay. For the first time in my life, I feel safe. Protected. But now I want more… I want to be loved.

Zipper (Dixie Reapers MC 7)
Delphine: Six years ago, I chased away the guy I’ve been in lust with ever since my hormones kicked in. Now I need help, and there’s nowhere to go except straight to the Dixie Reapers. If Zipper won’t help me, I’m as good as dead. Is it wrong that I hope I end up in his bed? I’ve never stopped wanting him, and I know I never will.
Zipper: The girl who had turned my life upside down wants my help. Now she says I can have anything I want. Naughty girl. Didn’t anyone ever tell her not to tempt the devil? As for the men trying to kill her, it’s only a matter of time before they breathe their last. No one hurts my woman.


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Excerpt from Tex
"You coming in or are you gonna stare all night?" the Prospect asked, tossing the cigarette away.
I approached the gate and held up my cut when I got there. His eyebrows lifted as he looked at the Dixie Reapers patch on the black leather, then his gaze took in my Army-issued duffle and the dog tags hanging around my neck. Something entered his eyes, like understanding, then he slid the gate open and let me inside.
"My name's Johnny. Welcome home, soldier."
I smiled a little. "Thanks. Torch inside?"
"Nah. He's at home with his wife and kid. Same for the VP."
Torch and Venom were married with kids? Hell, I'd never seen that one coming. It made me wonder what else had changed around here. I guess I hadn't given it much thought, almost like my past had just stayed frozen in time while I'd been off being a soldier. My thoughts must have been showing on my face. The Prospect smirked and shook his head.
"If you can't believe that, then you definitely won't believe that Bull and Preacher have old ladies now too. And Ryker Storme claimed Flicker's sister. Even though his daddy is the Pres of Hades Abyss, he's stuck around so Laken can be near Flicker."
"I don't know what the fuck is in the water around here, but I think I'll stick with beer. No way I'm letting some woman into my life like that," I said, shifting the weight of my bag.
"Now that you've said that, you've just doomed yourself." Johnny smiled. "I bet you're leg-shackled before the end of the month."
I snorted. Yeah, not fucking likely. With a salute, I headed toward the clubhouse. Better to get this shit out of the way. I had no idea who was inside, or if I'd know anyone in there at all. As far as I knew, all my old club was still active, but I had no doubt a lot of new faces had joined over the last fifteen years. The kid at the gate couldn't have been more than twenty. The club needed some young blood. The rest of us were getting too fucking old.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside. A mug was slammed down on the bar top, and a moment later, I was engulfed in a hug from a man nearly twice my size.
"Jesus, Tank," I wheezed. "Can't fucking breathe, man."
He slapped my back and pulled away, smiling broadly. "It's fucking good to see you, Tex. Thought you'd never make it back."
"Guess I got tired of following the rules."
"Torch know you're here?" he asked.
"Nope. Thought I'd surprise everyone."
He motioned to the cut clutched in my hand. "Why aren't you wearing that? You're still one of us."
"Doesn't fit anymore."
He took it from me and tossed it to the Prospect behind the bar. "See that a new one is ordered for Tex." His gaze scanned over me again. "Better ask for an XXL. Fuck, man, you're almost as big as me."
"Yeah, right. No one's as big as you, Tank."
He grinned and slapped my back again, nearly knocking me off my feet. I didn't know if I even still had a room here at the clubhouse, and I wasn't sure how to go about asking. Yeah, these guys were considered my family, but I'd pretty much abandoned them fifteen years ago. It was a little presumptuous of me to just appear and expect everything to go back to normal. I'd hoped Torch would be around so we could talk.
"Why don't we grab a beer and catch up?" Tank asked. "A lot of changes around here since you've been gone."
"I heard Torch and Venom both have old ladies. And Bull? Shit. After what happened with his baby momma, I thought for sure he'd steer clear of relationships. That bitch was something else."
Tank smirked. "It gets better. His new woman is younger than his daughter. Ridley gave him grief. And he now has a son, Foster. His kid is younger than his grandkids."
"Shit, Ridley is married?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. She's with Venom."
I spit out the swallow of beer I'd just taken. "Are you fucking kidding?"
He shook his head. "Bull wasn't too happy about it at first, but he's come around. Venom treats Ridley like a queen. They have two kids, both girls."
"And Torch? The Prospect at the gate said he had a wife now."
"Isabella. She's like thirty years younger than him, but I've never seen two people meant for each other more than those two. They have a kid too."
"Definitely not drinking the water around here," I muttered as I swallowed more beer.
Tank chuckled. "Don't blame you, man."
"Got a lot of new members?" I asked.
"Since you left? Yeah. A lot of Prospects have come and gone over the years, but a few have patched in. Our newest is Coyote," he said with a nod toward a table in the corner.
The guy looked to be near my age, and he wasn't lacking for female attention. My dick didn't even stir as I looked at the mostly naked club sluts draped over Coyote. It had been so fucking long since I'd been laid, I wasn't sure my cock even worked right anymore. When I was younger, I'd had a different woman every night. After joining the Army, the women hadn't been quite as plentiful, or more aptly put, my days hadn't been quite as free. Over the years, I'd soured toward females, not trusting them. Getting my dick wet hadn't been worth a possible STD or being trapped by some conniving bitch who got pregnant on purpose. So I'd abstained. Now I never even felt the urge anymore. I could probably walk onto the set of a porno and my dick wouldn't so much as twitch.
Pathetic. That's what I was. Thirty-five and my cock was fucking useless except to take a piss. Probably for the best. When it had been in good working order, I'd knocked up the girl I'd been seeing. Just hadn't realized at the time that she was sixteen and had been using a fake ID. Had I known she wasn't eighteen, I wouldn't have fucking touched her. I'd miraculously gotten off without jail time and had entered the Army a few days later. I had no clue what happened to that girl or my kid. I'd thought of looking them up a few times over the years, but the girl's parents had made me sign away my parental rights to my kid. Some days, I regretted doing that. Had she even kept the baby?
"What's that look?" Tank asked.
"Taking a trip down memory lane. It wasn't a happy memory."
He nodded. "There's someone you should meet. Come on."

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Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Book Blast: Good Trouble (Alpine Valleys Book 2) by L. Simpson #romance #giveaway @GoddessFish



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. L. Simpson will be awarding an e-copy of Beyond Today + $10 Boroughs Bucks to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



WRONG BEFORE IT'S RIGHT



Annie Clarke knew fairy tales were only in books, and love was a disaster. Nothing could convince her to go down that road again. But local football hero, Erik Strathmore, wore her down. Too cocky by half, and too damn good-looking for his own good, when he suggested they give friends with benefits a try, she relented. At first, it worked. Erik was a great friend, and a fantastic lover. But then their hearts entered the field of play, and Erik betrayed her. Annie cursed herself for allowing it to happen again, she'd loved and lost for the last time. After realizing his mistake, Erik couldn't have agreed more. Annie would never love anyone else again. She was his, and he intended to keep her by his side forever.


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“That’s enough for today, you can put your shoes on.” Her words confirmed that the door was firmly shut. I set about doing as I was told, trying to find a way to get that warm look back in her eyes. I felt like today was the day to push it. She had let down her defences, if only for a moment, and I’d had enough waiting.



“So,” I said, moving in to stand close enough I could smell her. Shit. That sexy aroma would stay with me all day.



“The answer is no, again,” she muttered, not looking up from her device.



“You don’t know what I was going to ask.”



“Yes I do. You are going to ask me out for a drink or dinner. Again. And I am going to blow you off. Again.”



“And what if I have a different sort of proposal?”



“Will it end up with you asking me out?” she asked on a sigh but looked up at me with her big eyes partially hidden by her dark hair dancing across her brow and falling at her cheek. This look, the dancing spitfire eyes, a smirk on her mouth, head tilted to the side exposing her neck and shoulder as she waited to pounce on my next words, was one of my favourites. It’s what I conjured when I took care of myself lying in bed, in the shower… Enough.



“Well, that would be up to you. If you want to go out after, then sure, but I don’t do relationships,” I told her, unable to hide my grin as her brows furrowed.



“After what?” she asked, trying to look bored and failing. I could see the heat in her cheeks as she figured it out. I stepped closer, forcing her back, and she ended up against the shelves.





About the Author:

As a girl growing up in Australia, Laura was lost in the world of Anne of Green Gables and Little Women. During high school, volleyball dominated her life. There had to be something positive about being 6’1” with red hair. Representing Australia from a young age she eventually took a scholarship at the University of Iowa. Living in America and being a full time athlete in a college town was an eye-opening experience and lots of fun (from what she can remember). #gohawkeyes



Returning from the States, her career took a different turn as she started working at the Red Cross and completed her Masters of Law in Human Rights. As one of the few non-lawyers in the class, her essays were far more floral than the rest, something that caused the discerning professors to shake their heads. Through working and studying, she realised there are other ways to win hearts and minds.



While she’s spent the last 14 years as an advocate against poverty and homelessness, the desire to change the world through storytelling has only got stronger. She now lives in the Alpine Valleys of North East Victoria, Australia with her husband, daughter, son, two dogs and seven chooks. When she’s not doing the whole mum thing, working at a homelessness agency, renovating her farmhouse, or trying to do laundry bleary-eyed at midnight, she is writing.



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Monday, July 8, 2019

Dragon's Revenge: A Letty Valdez Mystery by C.J. Shane #Mystery #Giveaway @GoddessFish



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. C.J. Shane will be awarding his original artwork - an ink drawing of ocotillo on handmade paper in a wooden frame ready to hang with hooks and wire. Size of frame: 6 1/2" by 8 1/2" (U.S. ONLY), via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



When Tucson private detective and Iraq War vet Letty Valdez is hired to investigate a murder, she immediately finds herself targeted by a violent criminal. To find the killer, Letty turns to an old memoir of life in late 19th century Tucson. Clues in in the memoir, with its tale of love between two immigrants - one, an Italian widow, and the other, an exiled Chinese revolutionary - launch Letty on a suspense-filled struggle to find answers, to stop the murderer – and to stay alive!


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Mama agreed to sing at the rededication of the cathedral. She considered this a great honor and a spiritual responsibility. She wanted to do well to show her respect and devotion. Because of this, she began practicing every week as she had time, even though the rededication was six months away. She liked to climb a ladder up onto the flat roof of our adobe house and sing there. I asked her once why she went up on the roof.



"It's the right place to talk to God and that's what I'm doing when I sing. Singing here helps me to be strong." Mama said. Mama was very religious. She talked to God a lot. She also talked to Jesus, the Virgin, and all the saints. Me, I never had much use for all that.



She was up on the roof one day when Drago came up the street with his cart. When Mama didn't appear at our front door, he entered the gate to the side yard hoping to find her at the outdoor ovens. It was then that she began singing. Drago moved into the yard and stepped away from the adobe wall so that he could see her on the roof.



Mama stood straight upright, her long skirts moving slightly in the breeze. Her hands were clasped in front of her. She took another deep breath and out came that glorious mezzo-soprano, full and textured, subtle, rich with emotions I was too young to identify but would later know, emotions like passion and longing. Tendrils of curly dark hair escaped from the knot on her neck. Her northern Italian skin, pale like a pearl, glowed in the sunlight, and her dark eyes sparkled. My mama was a beautiful woman and she sang like an angel.



Drago stood transfixed in our garden, his hands at his side, his head bent upward to watch her. He was utterly still, utterly silent. I know this because I was hiding high in the branches of a tall mesquite tree behind him where he couldn't see me. I was supposed to be doing my chores but I, too, liked to watch Mama when she was singing.



Drago stood for the longest time listening to Mama. I was watching Mama but when I looked at Drago, I saw that tears were running down his face.



I think that was the day that Drago fell in love with Mama, the day he first heard her sing.


About the Author:

C.J. Shane is a writer and visual artist in Arizona. In addition to her mystery fiction, she is the author of eight nonfiction books. Her first fiction book, _Desert Jade: A Letty Valdez Mystery_, (11-2017) is a finalist for Best Suspense-Thriller novel, New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards.



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Friday, July 5, 2019

Credence (Wolf Pack 3) #NewAdult #PNR #Excerpt @ChangelingPress




Credence (Wolf Pack 3)
Author: Gale Stanley
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 008965-02900
Genres: New ReleasesParanormalRomanceGayMultiple PartnersNew AdultWerewolves

Blurb:



Bleu and Grey are bonded, but a threesome with Alek leaves Bleu questioning their relationship. He believes the three of them belong together, but triads are taboo, so Bleu suffers in silence. Some things are better left unsaid. Still, fate keeps throwing them together. Can there be a future for two Alphas and an omega? Or will hidden feelings destroy them all?



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Excerpt
Credence (Wolf Pack 3)
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Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley

Trapped. Bleu struggled against the tape binding him to the chair, but he couldn’t get loose. Fuck. I’m trapped here, wherever here is.

He looked around, but the unfamiliar room offered no clues. He thought about Grey. Would he ever see his Alpha again?

A click sounded behind him. Bleu turned his head and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. Sweat beaded on Bleu’s forehead and he started shaking uncontrollably. His bladder loosened and he peed himself. He opened his mouth to scream --

“Wake up, Bleu. Damn it, wake the hell up!”

Bleu’s eyes flew open. “Grey?” he mumbled.

“Yeah. Grey. Who else?”

It took a few seconds for Bleu to register where he was, then Grey’s warm body overpowered the nightmare. “Sorry, I was dreaming.”

“That must have been some dream. You wet the bed.”

Bleu felt his face heat. “I’m sorry.”

Grey got fresh sheets from the closet. “No apologies necessary. Was it the kidnapping again?”

“Yeah.”

The same terrifying dream plagued him every night. Each time Bleu relived his abduction by John Smith, a man he’d once known as his college professor. Smith had found out that the Agéli Lýkon fraternity was a real wolf pack. The Alpha Brotherhood, including Bleu’s bonded lover, Grey, had the ability to shift into wolves, but John Smith needed proof. He held Bleu hostage, intending to lure Grey to his hideout. Smith got more than he bargained for. Both Grey and his best buddy, Alek, showed up and --

“Earth to Bleu. Stop thinking so much. It’s over. Smith is dead.”

Bleu sighed heavily. “Sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“No. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Just hold me.” Bleu slid back into bed and curled up like a baby, with Grey cradling him.

“I love you, baby. You’re safe now. You’re my omega and I’ll always take care of you. Go back to sleep.”

* * *

Bleu woke to Grey’s morning wood poking eagerly at his butt. He loved having this extra time with his Alpha, but it wouldn’t last forever. Each Alpha had a bonded omega, but the omegas didn’t live in the frat house. Lykos Stavros, the chapter president, had made an exception for Bleu. He had allowed Bleu to move temporarily into Grey’s room on the advice of the specialist treating Bleu for PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The psychiatrist was a former member of the Brotherhood and well acquainted with the relationship between an Alpha and his omega. Dr. Howard Evans knew Bleu would feel safer in the company of his Alpha.

But the other omegas were already grumbling about Bleu’s special treatment. They all wanted to sleep with their Alphas in the frat house, but Stavros made the rules. The omegas had to fulfill their primary duty as spies and liaisons to the human population. Bleu sighed. It was just another thing for him to feel guilty about.

Grey nibbled at his ear. “You awake, Bleu?”

“I am now.”

“Good.” Grey rolled on top of him.

Bleu exhaled from the bottom of his lungs. “Jesus, you should lay off the pizza.”
“Look who’s talking.” Grey took advantage of Bleu’s open mouth to thrust his tongue inside.

Bleu sucked on it for a few seconds. “Don’t you have anything bigger to suck on?”

Grey laughed. “Oh yeah, but I’m not sure you can handle it.”

“Fucker.”

“Brat.”

“Get off me and I’ll prove it.”

“You’re getting spoiled.” But, Grey rolled off Bleu and lay on his back. “Just don’t get used to playing boss.”

“Ha, you know you love it.”

“I love it when you suck my cock.”

Bleu settled between Grey’s muscular legs and ran his tongue along the crease of Grey’s thigh. He nipped at the tender flesh and nuzzled Grey’s wiry bush. When he finally licked Grey’s red, swollen cockhead, Grey let out a moan. “Baby, you make my head spin.”

“I’m just getting started.”

Bleu used his tongue to trace the vein that ran along Grey’s shaft, and then searched the slit for a drop of precum. He savored the taste and started sucking for real.

Grey groaned and Bleu stopped immediately. He widened his eyes and feigned a look of innocence. “You okay?”

“Fuck, yes. Get back to business, brat.”

Bleu laughed. He love teasing Grey, but he could only keep it up so long. He wanted this as much as Grey did...


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Monday, July 1, 2019

Cover Reveal: Credence (Wolf Pack 3) #Paranormal Coming Soon from @ChangelingPress

Credence (Wolf Pack 3)

Author: Gale Stanley
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 008965-02900
Series: Wolf Pack (#3)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 48

Bleu and Grey are bonded, but a threesome with Alek leaves Bleu questioning their relationship. He believes the three of them belong together, but triads are taboo, so Bleu suffers in silence. Some things are better left unsaid. Still, fate keeps throwing them together. Can there be a future for two Alphas and an omega? Or will hidden feelings destroy them all?