Monday, July 29, 2019

Out Now! Chasing the Chambermaid by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #reverseharem #rh #whychoose




Blurb:

Can an exciting new outlook on life help Connie heal her damaged heart?
Connie White is running away from an abusive relationship. Fear and desperation have driven her to Bowdley Hall Hotel in the Scottish Highlands, where, despite an unceremonious start, she appears to have fallen on her feet. The owner, Frances McKenzie, is kind and understanding, and seems happy for Connie to hide out in her hotel for a while.
With a roof over her head and a job as a chambermaid, Connie is in a better situation than she could ever have hoped for. Her workmates seem nice, but she’s determined to keep them at arm’s length. After all, how can she form connections if she’s unwilling to divulge anything about herself?
Her apparent mysteriousness doesn’t faze her gorgeous new colleagues Will MacIntyre, Nico Moretti, and Ashley Fox. All three show a keen interest in her, but Connie has absolutely no intention of going there. She hasn’t fled one relationship, only to get involved with someone else, no matter how gorgeous. She simply isn’t ready for that.
When an epiphany of sorts makes her realise she’s living a half-life by keeping herself so cut off from everyone, she finally lets someone in. That someone shows her there can be something between singledom and a full-on relationship. And when casual dating is on the cards, anything is possible…
Note: This novella has been previously published as part of the Duty Bound anthology.

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Excerpt:

Prologue
Only the slop, slop, slopping sound of her painfully slow footsteps through the thick, sucking mud convinced Connie White she was actually making any progress. Her limbs and extremities had long since gone so numb that she couldn’t be sure otherwise.
Come on, Con, just a little bit further. That sign said something about an estate, and an estate means buildings. A bloody cowshed will do—anything for some respite from this infernal sodding weather.
She pushed on for several more minutes, then gasped with shock and relief when her next step met not with sloppy mud or waterlogged grass, but a track. A rough track, but a track nonetheless. And it had to lead somewhere, surely? It ran left to right across the line she’d been taking, so Connie had to make a decision. Which way would lead her to… something? She was already soaked to the skin and freezing cold, so a couple of seconds of rumination wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to her physical state. She really didn’t want to end up going in the wrong direction and heading further away from any semblance of civilisation.
She took a breath and remembered her gran’s—long since dead, bless her—nonsensical motto—or one of them, anyway: If in doubt, turn left.
Connie shrugged, and another of her gran’s daft phrases flitted into her brain. In for a penny, in for a pound.
She hoiked her backpack higher, hunched her shoulders against the relentless wind and rain, and turned left. Moments later, she was rewarded as the hulking shape of a building appeared from the sheets of wind-buffeted rain. Excitement gave her a burst of energy, spurring her on. Fifty feet. Forty. Twenty-five. God, what was this place? It looked so old and decrepit the Vikings could have left it behind. Doesn’t matter. If it provides even a modicum of shelter, it’s an improvement on where you slept last night. The wooden bench on the tiny village’s green hadn’t exactly been the warmest or most comfortable place to lay her head. And she shuddered to think about what would have happened if someone unsavoury had happened across her, alone and vulnerable. She’d been very glad to wake up and hurriedly continue on her journey that morning.
The last few feet went by in a blur of motion, her body still numb and not entirely under her control. At least the track was easier to walk on. It wasn’t particularly smooth, but at least it wasn’t trying to pull off her walking boots, like the sucking mud had been.
Finally, she burst through the building’s heavy door, only the adrenaline pumping in her veins making it possible to even shift the thing. Fuck, I’m exhausted.
The last thing she remembered was shucking off her backpack and slamming the door against the elements. Then silence.



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Thursday, July 25, 2019

Out Now! Dear Heart by E. D. Parr #MM #Romance @EvernightPub




New release MM romance from E. D. Parr and Evernight Publishing, Dear Heart
Blurb
Aiden Flint goes on vacation with three friends to Pamplona, Spain. Seeking
excitement, they will run with the bulls in the festival of St. Fermin. As the
four friends enjoy the nightlife, they notice an attractive man watching Aiden
in the bars they visit. In the warmth and heady atmosphere of the exotic city,
Aiden takes a chance and approaches the handsome man.
Enigmatic Santiago Arista is sexy, kind, desperate for love, and achingly lonely. He’s just about given up on finding love, until one warm, summer night, sitting
alone in a bar, he sees gorgeous Aiden. He’s elated when Aiden joins him at his
table.
Deep attraction swirls between them. At the end of the night when they share a kiss, Aiden can’t believe the bliss that enfolds him, but have both men found someone to love just when fate is about to throw Aiden into mortal danger?

Five things about Santiago
Arista
1.   
Santiago Arista isn’t his real name.
2.   
He’s unfailingly kind.
3.   
He’s lived all over the world.
4.   
He restores frescoes in old and sacred buildings.
5.   
He has a stash of precious stones in the old chest where he also keeps his ancient weapons.

Who is he really?

Read a teaser 18+
In a rush of need, Aiden pushed his hands inside Santiago’s t-shirt and moaned low as his palms contacted a hard, muscled chest. He ran his hands around
Santiago’s body. The feel of Santiago’s skin beneath his fingertips drove him
on. Aiden rammed his hips onto Santiago’s lower body, and the hard column of
his erection met the shape of Santiago’s. Aiden murmured, pulling Santiago’s
t-shirt up to take it off.
Santiago dragged it off before he helped Aiden take off his t-shirt. He clasped Aiden close with a soft, “Uh, this feels so good.”
Skin to skin and lips on lips, the resulting pleasure so intense it left him
gasping, Aiden fought to breathe. The gentle breeze caressed his back, and
slowly he remembered they stood on Santiago’s balcony. He held his lover’s shoulders and steered him into the living room, hardly breaking their kiss.
Santiago smiled onto his lips. He opened the jeans Aiden wore. “Now we’re out of public view, let’s get these off you.” He pushed them down Aiden’s thighs.
The brush of Santiago’s fingertips forced a groan from him. He took a step away and dragged off the jeans and boxers he wore, dropping them where he stood. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. Santiago’s gasp brought his head up. He moved rapidly to his lover. “You must have seen me naked yesterday but…”
Santiago stole the words from his mouth with a kiss as he grasped Aiden’s dick. He slid his fist along. “But not this, not…”
Aiden whispered onto Santiago’s mouth. “Not my cock huge, aching, and waiting for your touch.” He dragged the zipper of his lover’s chinos down, then grabbed the waistband, pulling them and Santiago’s underwear over his hard ass to halfway down his muscled thighs. He broke contact with Santiago’s lips and looked down to see his lover’s dick. A smile hovered as he took in the sight of Santiago’s erection, glistening at the slit with pre-cum.
“You’re so hot.” He swept his hands over Santiago’s skin in wide circles, drifted his fingertips along his lover’s flat stomach, and kissed him.
Santiago took Aiden’s hands from his body. “I need these clothes off.”
Aiden purposely watched Santiago take off his chinos, soaking up the delicious sight of his ass as he bent and the way his cock bobbed against his hard stomach. As soon as his lover’s pants hit the floor, Aiden crushed him close.
Copyright E.D. Parr 2019,
Evernight Publishing
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Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Blurb Blitz: Bittersweet Alliance by Kathleen Rowland #Romance #Giveaway @GoddessFish



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Kathleen Rowland will be awarding ten gift bags each containing a shell necklace, chocolates, and a flower pen to randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



Will a snap decision change their lives forever?



Bizarre kidnappings stun the Big Island of Hawaii, pulling Danker Donahue back into the game and forcing him to partner with Jolene Kualoha, the woman who left him seven years ago when his DNA showed up in paternity lawsuit. The prejudice-motivated hate crimes are the wildest anyone has ever seen. Victims are being poisoned then released once the ransoms are paid, many losing their lives.



In the shadow of Jolene's success as a helicopter pilot, a troubled woman develops a fixation on Jolene and imitates her appearance. Matters turn dark when the copycat is shot dead. Was Jolene the target? Threats mount when she barely survives an accident after her brake cables are severed.



When these crimes threaten her sanity, Jolene is forced to trust the one person she thought she’d lost forever, Danker. Instantly, sparks fly between them, and as much as she wants to rekindle their relationship, she must protect her heart.



An old enemy, Seamus McGinn, breaks out of a maximum-security prison and invites Danker to a meet-up. Surprisingly, the kidnapper joins forces with McGinn along with his sick fans. McGinn trumpets his ‘murders by ice pick’, and it’s up to Danker to stop him. The whole island is on edge with a live feed from the maniac’s website.



In a stolen moment, Jolene shows him hope, and he makes a snap decision that will change their lives forever. Will he make it back to show her?


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Older didn’t mean wiser. All this time Jolene had dreaded running into him, sometimes dressing in expectation of it. If she did see him again, she wanted to look good. Today she looked like crap, but what did it matter? Danker’s reason for being on the Big Island had nothing to do with her, not in a personal way. Tomorrow they’d meet at the FBI field office to collaborate on a serial kidnapping case. She’d wear a sleeveless linen dress, open-toed pumps, and bring the accordion file full of notes and newspaper clippings she’d gathered.



The perpetrator targeted wealthy Hawaiians with social capital, the kind of people seen on television or featured in newspapers when they donated money to charities. The latest missing person, Pua Iona, owned Iona Hawaiian Rugs and was an acquaintance of hers. Not that they shared the same social strata, but they’d volunteered together at an artisans’ market to boost Hawaiian crafts. After Pua went missing and fit the criminal’s modus operandi, Mayor Billy Kim, frustrated with police progress, contacted Jolene’s former boss from California, FBI Agent Gary Guhleman, cowboyish in dress but wise in judgement.



Guhleman didn’t need to tell her Hawaiians resisted outside intrusions. “You know everyone,” he’d said. “Witnesses will share what they know.” The agent and his wife had retired, rather semi-retired, here in Kona. Soon after she and Guhleman had spoken, he called in Danker Donahue to consult. “You remember him, right?”



“Gosh, let me think.” She and Danker went hot and heavy after the Long Beach case that ended with the arrest of mobster Seamus McGinn.



About the Author:

Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.



Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write!



Kathleen is an in-house author at Tirgearr Publishing. Her Irish-American Donahue Cousins series includes Deadly Alliance, Unholy Alliance, and Bittersweet Alliance.



What reviewers say about Kathleen Rowland



Windward Whisperings--Kathleen Rowland spins a creative story with romance, passion and suspense making it an adventure hard to put down. The banter she creates between the two lovers is spine-tingling robust in this keeper of a read. ~ http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/windwardwhisperingsrowland.htm



Deeds of Deceit-- Circled by the bloodthirsty and untrusting, you learn to appreciate the few allies you have. Deeds of Deceit is an excellent addition to any thriller assortment. ~ http://www.midwestbookreview.com/sbw/mar_12.htm




A Key to all that Glitters is a mesmerizing love story that vibrates with love and suspense. ~ http://longandshortreviews.blogspot.com/2009/05/key-to-all-that-glitters-by-kathleen.html



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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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Excerpt
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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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


A little more about the book
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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AUTHOR INFO
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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Excerpt
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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