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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

COYWOLF won an Evernight Readers Choice Award #Gay #Romance @EvernightPub



















My Evernight Readers Choice Award came in yesterday’s mail and I’m so excited to share it. Thank you to all the readers who voted Coywolf the runner up in the best gay romance category. 

And here’s a bit about the book that won.



COYWOLF by Gale Stanley
Genre: LGBT, MM, Paranormal, Shifters
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Blurb

In a world where reproduction is the number one priority, a gay wolf shifter could never be an alpha. So Logan hides his secret from the pack and resigns himself to a life without love. 

Then one night, he finds his true mate and he’s forced to make a choice.

Teaser

A full moon rose above the jack pines and a howl sounded in the distance. In a few minutes, the long plaintive cry changed into the high-pitched yelping of a coyote. The hairs on the back of Logan’s neck stood up and a shiver iced down his spine. Consumed by curiosity, he raced to the gate, stopping at an oversized keypad where he entered the code with his snout.

Logan passed through the gate and left the safety of Maccon pack territory. Ears erect, he listened, and before long, he heard the haunting cry again. Logan knew he had to follow the creature’s unique siren call.

As Logan got closer, a new scent spurred him on. He lifted his snout and tried to decipher the delicious smell. Not human, not quite wolf, but definitely intriguing. The animal’s scent, while mixed with traces of fear and pain, also triggered arousal. Logan felt giddy with anticipation. He thought he might be heading into an ambush, now this was looking like a rescue mission. Catching the precise direction on the wind, Logan’s trot turned to a gallop. The moon and stars provided light but Logan’s senses would take him where he needed to go.

Logan’s paws pounded the earth as if he were an Olympic runner. The scent got stronger as Logan got closer to the source. It was like nothing else he’d ever smelled before. Intoxicating like sex, manliness, and warm cinnamon cookies, but way better than anything or anyone he’d ever eaten or fucked.

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Book Blast: The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Crave by Deborah Wilde #Fantasy #Giveaway @GoddessFish










This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Deborah is giving away a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.


What doesn’t kill you...



seriously messes with your love life.



Nava is happily settling into her new relationship and life is all giddy joy and stolen kisses.



Except when it’s assassins. Talk about a mood killer.



She and Rohan are tracking the unlikely partnership between the Brotherhood and a witch who can bind demons, but every new piece of the puzzle is leaving them with more questions than answers.


And someone doesn’t appreciate them getting close to the truth.


Go figure.


On top of that, a demon known only as Candyman has unleashed a drug that’s harming users in extremely disturbing ways.


After a friend of Nava’s is hurt, she vows to take this demon down. But will life as she knows it survive this mission, or will this be the one time she should have looked before she leapt?


Happily-ever-after: barring death, she’s got a real shot at it.

Read an Excerpt:


Rohan parked, cut the engine, and turned to me, his eyes hot. “Know what else I don’t like?”


I licked my lips, remembered that wasn’t an answer and shook my head.


“Making me sit through dinner, watching you in that dress. Cruel.”


“You’ve been copping feels all the way home.


“It’s not enough.”


I snickered, but when he slammed his precious car’s door in his haste to get me inside, I may have set a new record for speed-walking in heels.


We barely made it into his bedroom before, mouth on mine, he pressed me back against the wall. His teeth dragged over my lower lip before his tongue slipped inside. He trailed his magic finger blades over my shoulder and bare back, just enough to leave faint marks that I’d shiver staring at in the bathroom mirror later.


Sliding my hand under his shirt, I skimmed my fingers along the ridges of his sculpted abs. He retracted his blades and I broke the kiss to draw his fingers into my mouth, my tongue swirling around each one in turn. Pinching his nipples with my other hand, I rubbed my bare thigh up his leg. His sigh rumbled over me.


A furious ache built to a throbbing pulse inside me.


Rohan sucked on my neck and I tilted my head to give him better access to the sensitive skin. He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, pinning me with this filthy eye-fuck that made my stomach flutter. “Wrap your legs around me.”


About the Author:













A global wanderer, hopeless romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. This award-winning author is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”


Website: http://www.deborahwilde.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/wildeauthor
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DeborahWildeAuthor/


Buy Link:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0784674R3

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0784674R3


NOTE: This title is discounted for up to 60% until midnight February 26 and the entire series is on sale until then as well.



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Monday, February 19, 2018

Out Now—La Contessa by S. Nano #newrelease #erotica #bdsm



La Contessa

The most perverted mistress…

Renowned for her beauty and cruelty, La Contessa’s reputation as a dominatrix is well established. And eighteenth century Venice has degenerated into a decadent and lascivious city, the perfect backdrop for her to play-out her debauched games and political ambitions.

She sends her maid, Julia, into the alleyways to search for a young man to act as her slave. Julia finds Roberto prostituting himself in the least salubrious district of Venice. He enters into La Contessa’s service to perform her bizarre and sadistic scenes.

From their first meeting there is a mutual attraction between maid and servant. The young couple engineer a series of sexual encounters, knowing the risks should their mistress discover them. Their situation is complicated when La Contessa rescues Becky and brings her to the palazzo as her submissive girl-slave. The interloper exposes Julia’s jealousies… and the feelings for her mistress.

How long can Roberto and Julia keep their love secret? Will Becky’s presence thwart their relationship? Will La Contessa’s scheming bring her the richest prize in all Venice?

All is resolved before the grand ball and masked, BDSM orgy held by La Contessa in her palazzo as the climax to Venice’s Carnivale.

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Author bio

S. Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy or historical settings drawing on the themes of female domination, BDSM and fetish but often with a seam of quirky humour running through them.

‘La Contessa’ is his third full length novel. ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of the classic Alice stories was published by Xcite Books and ‘Mistress of the Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure was also published by eXcessica. His novellas and short stories have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

He is a regular participant in reading slams at ‘Smut by the Sea’ and similar events in the UK, contributing a workshop ‘Kinking Up the Past’, on getting inspiration for erotic stories in historical settings, in 2015.


Author facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen\


















Excerpt

When I’m finally naked, she gets up from her chair and takes a few steps forward, casting her eyes over me. She circles me a few times inspecting me. I’m conscious of the curves of milky flesh close to my body. The feeling is disconcerting but also highly charged and erotic. I feel a surge of arousal through my cock under the concentrated inspection of my new mistress.

She turns to Julia, “You’ve chosen well. He’s an excellent specimen. He has the physique and physical attributes I need. I can see why you were drawn to him. You’ve done well to find such a young man in the alleyways of the Cannaregio. The question is… does he possess the right mental qualities to serve me?”

She walks another circuit as I stand pensively, small and insignificant. A painted fingernail drags down my back causing a tingle of arousal as it runs along the curves of my muscular backside. She comes back to face me, the flesh of her breasts, thrust up by the tight corsetry, heaves under my nose. Her hands explore my torso, brush underneath the sac of my balls and come to rest on the tip of my erect cock. She’s teasing me, testing me. I know it, but there’s nothing I can do to stop the blood surging through my cock.

“Ah, Julia, I see he has rather a beautiful cock. Did you inspect it for me before you chose to bring him back?”

“Yes, madam.”

She runs her finger along its length and my cock twitches and throbs in response. I say nothing.

“Look at it Julia. It’s splendid. I bet you’d like it inside you. I think you’d love to have it in your cunt, moving inside you, filling you, satisfying you, wouldn’t you?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it, madam.”

Julia’s face reddens
.
“Oh no, really, it never crossed your mind when you were inspecting him for me… a hot-blooded girl like yourself,” she teases. “I bet he could give you a good fucking. Did you try him Julia? Did you have him inside you?”

“No madam!” is the indignant reply.

We exchange a furtive glance which I swear La Contessa notices. Julia is sweating and shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She looks guilty. I can’t help but think La Contessa knows she’s lying and is toying with her.

“I don’t blame you, girl. I bet he could make you come. I think he could make you squeal in ecstasy when he thrusts inside you. But you know my rules don’t you? You know I don’t permit sex between my servants. You have to save yourself up for me and my perversions, don’t you?”

By now La Contessa’s hand has strayed under Julia’s skirt, seeking out her cunt. Julia lets out a small whimper and groan as La Contessa’s fingers find the spot. She smiles.

“It’s a shame isn’t it? The discipline I impose on those who serve me.”

She removes her fingers from Julia’s cunt and turns her attention to me. She holds them up to my nose.

“Can you smell her cunt juices? I bet you’d love to gorge on them wouldn’t you?”

I squirm in silence.

“Well?”

My discomfort is intense. What do I say? Yes I would of course, but surely that’s not the answer to give.

“No, mistress.”

“Liar!” she accuses, her voice sharp with reprimand. “Yet your cock tells a different story, doesn’t it? Look at it. Well it’s no matter. You will taste them for me.”

She puts her fingers to my mouth and gently, enticingly, runs them along my lips, forcing them to part so she can ease them into my mouth. I suck on her fingers and drink in the salty juices from Julia’s cunt. My cock is throbbing with need, and I swear I could come any second.

She takes the fingers, wet with my saliva and Julia’s juices, out of my mouth and wraps them around my penis. She squeezes my cock tight.

“It’s still hard. So, what is turning you on? Is it my tits, slave?”

I’m in turmoil. I don’t know what to answer. If I say no, is it an insult? If I say yes?

“They’re beautiful mistress. I’d love to touch them, if I’m permitted.”

Out of the corner of my eye I catch Julia roll her eyes and shake her head. Wrong answer, I suspect.

“For such an impertinence on my personal honour, you must be punished. You see this object; it is an offence to me. It must be aroused only when I need it for my own amusement.”



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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Out Now! Tessa's Hero by Paige Warren #NewAdult @ChangelingPress



Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Interracial, Contemporary, New Adult



He knew he’d do anything to save her, he just didn’t think he’d get to keep her.

BLURB

Tessa Milner never had much, but when she lost her mom, she lost everything. Her dad became a mean drunk and lost his job. What little the high school dropout makes bussing tables helps keep the lights on and food in the fridge, but she has little hope of ever escaping. When her dad takes things too far, and Tessa ends up in the hospital, she finds a hero in an unlikely place. A man she’s had a crush on since she was a kid, someone she’s always idolized. And now he’s here, by her side, and doesn’t seem ready to leave anytime soon.

Dr. Morgan Hilliard has felt drawn to Tessa ever since he first noticed the woman she was becoming, with curves that begged to be touched. He’s wanted to ask her out more times than he can count, but because of their age difference, he’s tried to keep his distance. The small town of Blossom Creek might be accepting of an interracial couple, but their nearly twenty year age gap is sure to set tongues wagging. Now things are different. Tessa needs him, whether she’ll admit it or not, and Morgan will do anything to keep her safe -- even something as crazy as marrying her.
  

EXCERPT

“I didn’t realize when I agreed to come home with you that I would disrupt your life. As long as I’m here, you’re stuck having an unwanted guest, and you’re nice enough to feel obligated to entertain me. You’ve been so sweet to me, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it, but it’s not fair for you to put your life on hold. How are you going to go on dates while I’m here?”
Morgan came closer, stopping in front of her. He reached down and took her hands, gently lifting her to her feet. Tessa looked up at him, worried what she would find in his eyes. She’d expected resignation, not… there was a warmth there, something she’d never seen with anyone else before. His gaze caressed her face as his hand slid around her back, pulling her closer.
“I’m not putting my life on hold,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.
Her heart thumped in her chest as her soft curves were pressed against his hard body. Tessa’s hands slid up his arms, resting on his biceps. She felt the muscles flex under her fingertips, and she’d never been more tempted to remove the man’s shirt. She’d be willing to bet his body was hard and sculpted. Morgan slowly lowered his head, giving her plenty of time to pull away, but Tessa wanted his kiss. She’d dreamed of that and so much more. The nights she’d lain awake, her body aching, it had been Morgan she’d wanted to feel inside of her.
His lips brushed against hers, softly at first, then more demanding. Tessa surrendered to him, lost to his taste, the feel of his arms around her, the scent of his musky cologne. Everything about Morgan drew her in and made her want more. He pulled her tighter against him and she felt the ridge of his cock press against her belly. Tessa trembled in his arms, her panties growing damp. An ache built inside of her, one that she knew only Morgan could satisfy.
He groaned as he rubbed against her, his tongue flicking against hers. To know that he wanted her the way she wanted him made everything feel perfect in her world, at least for the moment. Tessa knew she would give him whatever he wanted, because what she wanted most was him. She didn’t care if it was only the one time. She needed him more than her next breath.
Tessa reached between their bodies and pressed her hand against  his cock, sliding her palm up and down the ridge. Morgan growled into her mouth and backed her against the bed. His hand slid over the curve of her ass, his fingers stroking between her legs. Tessa gasped and her knees went weak.
Morgan pulled away, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with passion.
“I’m sorry, Tessa, I shouldn’t have done that.”
He was taking it back? The best kiss of her life?
“I’m not sorry,” she said. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
Morgan groaned and closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. Tessa boldly reached for him again, her hand palming him through the denim of his jeans. His eyes flashed open and the heat in their depths nearly scorched her.

BUY LINKS

Available at Changeling Press 2/16/2018

Pre-Order for 2/23/2018 at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, and Kobo


ABOUT PAIGE

Award-winning author Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha males and the women who love them. There's nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers, dog tags (especially if he’s ONLY wearing dog tags!), or bad boys covered in ink. When Paige isn’t creating romantic tales, she enjoys reading and watching movies – romances, of course. If you see her out in the wild, you’ll most likely find her at Starbucks, sipping a white mocha with a distant look in her eyes as she figures out the right wording for the next scene in her latest book.
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Saturday, February 17, 2018

One Last Hit by Maia Dylan #GayFiction @EvernightPub


One Last Hit by Maia Dylan

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Purchase Links:
AMAZON UK:  http://amzn.eu/9tgi7Ty   
AMAZON US:  http://a.co/1Yylx8T
AMAZON CA:  http://a.co/e7nNnSM

Book Blurb:
Aaron George thought he’d lost the love of his life seven years ago. Right up until he pulled back the curtain of a hospital examination room and found Marshall Armstrong tending to a bullet wound on the other side. Then the night got really strange. They found themselves getting shot at and running for their lives.

Marshall Armstrong had finally come for Aaron. He’d been working toward it from the moment he’d had to fake his own death. Now, just when he had enough money and resources to take Aaron back, Aaron’s father, Franklin George knew his son was alive and that Marshall had a few secrets of his own.

Can Marshall and Aaron get back together as they work to make this one last hit before they disappear forever, or will their shot go wide and leave them with nothing?



















STORY EXCERPT:
Aaron growled. “Maybe I’ve gotten better at lying now. I’m way more secretive than I was when you knew me. Everyone thought I was dead. I left the day of the explosion with nothing but our emergency pack. No one knew I was here living my life until recently.”
“I’ve always known where you were,” Marshall answered honestly. “You took the identity I’d had created for you, so I knew where to find you from the moment you left.”
“Then why the hell didn’t you come to me sooner?” Aaron asked in a small voice.
Marshall reached out, wanting to touch him, to ease his pain, but stopped short when Aaron flinched away from him. Not that he could blame him for the reaction at all.
“Franklin is powerful and determined to make the damn Senate. If he had known you were alive earlier, he would have killed you just to tidy up that loose end. He couldn’t have his own son coming out and telling the world what an asshole he is. Aaron, even when I knew I shouldn’t, I kept up with what you were doing. I’ve fucking stalked you from afar for years. What existed between us was real.”
Aaron’s gaze swung to him. “Really? Because I loved you with everything I had and losing you destroyed who I was. Flames were lifting into the air, and gas bottles were exploding and all I could think about was walking straight into that burning building so that I could go with you.”
Marshall’s heart broke at that. “Baby. I am so sorry I had to put you through that. But I had to get you away from Franklin and I knew you wouldn’t go without me. Franklin wasn’t going to let me go, Aaron. I was an asset he had no desire to lose. If we had run together, he would have come after us with everything he had. I knew that the only reason you would go by yourself is if you thought I was dead.”
Aaron frowned. “Why couldn’t we have just left together? If he was convinced that I died in that fire, why wouldn’t he accept it was both of us? Damn it, Marshall I managed to leave that day and no one came looking for me for seven years! I started a new life and fought for a chance to live it. Why couldn’t we have done that together?”
Marshall took a deep breath. He’d known this conversation had to happen, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon. “He was going to take you away that night, Marshall. He was going to take you from me and use you to control me. Every option I looked at to save you resulted in you being hurt or killed. I was too young, I had very little experience with everything, and I panicked. Making it look like the explosion killed you was the only option I came up with that got you away from him.”
“Why the hell did you stay?” He could hear anger in Aaron’s voice. “You could have gotten away from him at any time.”
Self-loathing threatened to drown him. “I had to make sure you remained safe. And without you, I just stopped caring about anything else. Your father claimed your life insurance, had a funeral, and publically mourned your death. And I did it all with a happy heart because I knew that you were alive and that you were free.”
“But what about you, Marshall,” Aaron asked quietly, “weren’t you worth saving, too?”
Marshall turned to look out at the road ahead. “I may have been then, but everything I have done since, what your father has turned me into, all of it makes me beyond salvation now.
Aaron made a dismissive sound. “That’s bullshit. No one is so far gone that they can’t be saved, either from my father or themselves. You’ve already said that a lot of what you have had to do over the years was at the bequest of Franklin George. It sounds to me that the fault lies with him, not you.”
“But it was me pulling the trigger all those years, Aaron, and not always at Franklin’s request,” Marshall answered, turning to give him a sad look. “It’s me that took money from your father and others to kill the people they most needed eliminated from their lives. And it’s me who has to somehow reconcile everything that I have done since I left you seven years ago so that I can sleep at night,” Marshall took a moment trying to find the words that would explain it. “You could say this is about vengeance with a strong dose of penance for me and that would be a lot closer to the truth, but it would certainly not grant me absolution.”
© MAIA DYLAN, EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING, 2018

ALL ABOUT MAIA DYLAN
Mother, wife, author, and all around crazy…
I write the kind of books that I love to read. Love stories between strong men and their independent soulmates. Usually, their path to Happily Ever After is a bumpy one, but there is always a Happy Ever After. 
In the world's I create there is someone (or two, or three) for everyone!  Love comes in many forms and I believe it is all beautiful and should be celebrated!
I live, love and write in New Zealand, married to my husband of eleven years with two beautiful children who I truly believe were sent as a blessing, but sometimes to try my patience, and I wouldn't have it any other way!


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