#Review of Poppy’s Secret by Andrew Grey w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

 

Title: Poppy’s Secret
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: DreamSpun Desires Books/Multi~Author Book Set
Genre:  M/M
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Feb 15 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
A second chance born of love.
Pat Corrigan and Edgerton “Edge” Winters were ready to start a family—or so Pat thought. At the last minute, Edge got cold feet and fled. Pat didn’t bother telling him the conception had already gone through and little Emma was on her way. He didn’t want a relationship based on obligation. He’d rather raise his daughter on his own.
Nine years later, Emma and her Poppy are doing fine. Edge isn’t. He realizes what he threw away by leaving, and he’s back to turn his life around and reclaim his family. It’ll take a lot to prove to Pat that he’s a new man, and even if Edge succeeds, the secret Pat has hidden for years might shatter their dreams all over again.

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“I saw him yesterday,” Edge told his sister, Terry, when she called while he was waiting for his first coffee of the day. “I was at one of the clubs to have a good time. He was on his way out, and he literally ran into me.”

“Let me guess. He welcomed you back with open arms and said that he forgave you for being the biggest jackass of all time, and that now that you were back, the two of you could pick up right where things left off.” Terry could be the biggest smartass on the planet. “I told you then that you were being a jerk.”

“You were sixteen. Everyone was a jerk then.”

“Maybe,” Terry conceded. “But I was still right, and you know it. That job that started this whole thing was just an excuse because you were scared of all the things Pat wanted, and by the way, he has and you don’t. I still see him every now and then.”

“Does he talk to you?” Edge asked.

“Of course he does. I’m not the douche who left him. That was you. I’m just your sister, and that daughter of his is beautiful and wonderfully smart. I used to see them more than I do now that they moved.” She was taunting him—it was another of her skills.

“How come you know all this and I don’t?”

“Maybe because I still live in Harrisburg and you moved to Boston nine years ago and never looked back until everything went to shit and you decided to come home.”

Edge wanted to growl at her, but he couldn’t because she was right, no matter how much attitude she threw his way. “Can you knock it off for a few seconds at least?”

“Fine, but what fun is that? You still have feelings for the guy you ran out on years ago, probably when he needed you the most. Edge, I gotta tell you that if you did that to me, I’d probably tell you to fuck off too. I mean, it has been nine years, as I said. He has a life that doesn’t include you. What did you expect, that he’d spent the entire time you were gone wishing he had you back? Come on. You’re an interesting guy, but nobody waits around for someone that long.”

“Okay,” Edge sighed. “But it was good seeing him again. He looks good, and—”

“So you’re the one still carrying the torch. That’s priceless and pathetic. You were the guy who left, remember?” A cry rose behind her. “Look, I gotta go. Margie needs to be changed and fed, and I think you need to get over yourself and realize that the past is that past and that it’s probably best if it stays there. I know things fell apart, but you have a good job here, and you’re building a life again. You just need to realize that your life isn’t going to include Pat.”

That was harder than Edge thought it would be. He’d had nine years, and even after all the things he’d done and the places he’d been for his art, none of them had ever measured up to what he’d had with Pat. Edge knew he’d screwed up in a major way, though it had taken him months to realize it, and by then he knew it was way too damn late. “I know, but seeing him brought back all that stuff I thought I’d buried.”

“Nothing is ever buried for long. It always surfaces, and when it does you have to deal with it. Buried emotions are like those coffins that floated up in New Orleans during Katrina.”

“Thanks for that image. Now I’m going to see floating coffins.” He paused and closed his eyes as the images floated through his mind. “I’ll let you go.” His sister would need to get the kids ready for daycare.

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Can you tell that I’m finding Andrew’s books now when everyone has been telling me to read them for like…EVER!  Well, he has written another winner.  But there were a few things that bugged me.  In some places, it was truly predictable but I expect that in a second chance romance but here, it just felt off.  I didn’t like the fact that Pat was so mean to Edge in the beginning.  I understand why he was still hurting over the break-up but it just bugged me.  I also got the secret but in the end, Edge deserved to know.  But it wouldn’t have been a story now would it?

My favorite character was Edge.  I know, I should have liked Pat more but Pat was just a bit too hard for me.  I loved his devotion to his mom and Emma but to hole yourself up like he did for 9 years?  I’m not sure that I could ever do that.  I’m a parent so I get it but come on, he needed to live a little.  Of course, the triplets were NOT it.  I actually found that scene funny but yet, sad.

Overall, I truly did like Poppy’s Secret.  Kids are more resilient than we think and sometimes grown ups just need to realize that.  Holding onto that secret almost cost everyone a second chance.  Bad Pat…You should really give Mr. Grey a chance when it comes to M/M romance.  He writes from the heart and his characters are no different than anyone else.  Looking for their HEA.

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Excerpt from Allison in Wonderland, An Erotic Tale by Ray Sostre! @MTWPromotions @anarchy0029

Title: Allison in Wonderland: An Erotic Novel
Author: Ray Sostre
Genre: Adult, Erotic Fantasy Adventure
Published: January 31, 2017
In this parody to the children story, there’s an adult twist – an erotic fantasy adventure. Allison Woodward and her step-brother, Steve Robbins, are pulled out of their world and into separate realms of Wonderland, where they not only discover a strange world but encounter the chilling events that unfold. What summons them to Wonderland will also summon them to fall in love in an unusual way, and while that love wouldn’t be explainable in their world, it is their only chance to survive Wonderland, along with the help of their Wonderland friends.

“Ray Sostre weaves a story that is sexy and erotic and doesn’t take away from our favorite tale of Wonderland. In fact it enhances it and definitely gives it a much needed adult feel. I sat down with Allison in Wonderland and couldn’t put it down!!!!” 5 stars ~ shenke79 on Amazon

“My first book by this author and admittedly, I only chose to buy it for my obsession with Alice in Wonderland. I was so amazingly surprised with this book. Erotic for sure, but with such a fabulous story line. I would recommend this book for anyone that loves a step up in romance, even if Alice isnt your favorite character.” 5 stars ~ Amazon Customer

“I’ve read a couple of Mr. Sostre’s books before and thoroughly enjoyed them. With this parody of Alice in Wonderland, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was hooked by the end of the first chapter. Not only did Ray turn it into one of the hottest erotic stories I’ve read in a long time, but he made the back story compelling and interesting enough to keep the reader involved. Only once did I put the book down in order to take a small break from the erotic heat. I loved this book and if you enjoy reading erotic fantasy, I highly recommend it.” 5 stars ~ Vampire Luvr on Amazon

 

 

 

Allison in Wonderland: An Erotic Novel (Sensual Excerpt) © Ray Sostre 2016/2017

Back at the tea party, Allison proceeded to pour another cup of jasmine tea. Despite her need to go, she was enjoying the delicious tea and treats of sandwiches and cakes. Everyone at the table continued to talk and share fond memories of Dormouse and Mr. Rabbit, except Allison, since she had no clue who they were, but she learned how much they were the life of the party a long time ago.
While Allison listened to the conversation, she felt Willow’s hand slide across her hip, which for some reason made her nipples grow hard under her teddy and a delicious ache grow in her core. Never before had she felt turned on by another woman, but Willow’s touch had seemed to hit the right nerve in her body. If this was another woman, Allison would’ve fended her off, but for some reason, she wasn’t protesting the way Willow was touching her.
The Willow leaned over and asked, “How did you like the tea?”
Allison turned to her and said, “It’s very good. In fact, this is the best tea I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”
“Would you like me to show you the garden? I’m sure you’ll like the smell of the flowers, and I can tell you’re getting quite bored with this conversation, since you didn’t know who these men were.”
For some reason, Allison couldn’t say no, and the way Willow slid her hand up her thigh, Allison was feeling moisture growing inside her. Why couldn’t she say no? Allison couldn’t because she was feeling turned on by her.
“Sure,” Allison obliged when she moved her hand on top of Willow’s, and the two got up from their seats and walked away from the table.
The table didn’t even ask where they were going; they just kept talking. Allison was taken to a lush garden filled with flowers of lavender and jasmine. The smell was very euphoric; a fresh smell of spring in the air.
“I have to say,” Willow said, “you have very soft hands.”
“Thank you.”
The two continued to walk inside the garden where they sat on a bench together, surrounded by tall flowers that secluded them from everyone else. For some reason, Allison felt a knee-weakening feeling growing. She had never been with a woman before, nor ever kissed one, but Allison was willing, since the moment felt right. She felt comfortable, and the way Willow was caressing her hand had Allison’s heart beating really fast.
“Um, Willow, there’s one thing I need to tell you.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve never … kissed a woman before.”
Willow was intrigued, “Really?”
“Um, yeah.”
Then Willow inched closer to her. “Why don’t you relax; I promise to make you feel comfortable.”

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#Review of Darkness Rising (Yellowstone Wolves #3) by Dirk Greyson w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

 

Title: Darkness Rising
Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Yellowstone Wolves (Book 3)
Genre: M/M, Paranormal Romance, Shifters
Release Date: Feb 6 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
The last thing Tobias, alpha of the small Greenview Pack, expects is to find a lost human asleep in his storage building. As soon as he sets eyes on Pete, Tobias knows they are destined mates. But he cannot act on his attraction, no matter how much he feels compelled. Exposure to the human world could mean the end of their way of life, so he decides to help Pete get a room until he can reunite with the tour group he separated from.
But Tobias’s disgraced half-brother, Zev, has other ideas. He takes a liking to Pete and decides he wants what Tobias has—both his position as pack leader and his mate. Tobias can’t let that happen, but protecting Pete means keeping him close, which only increases the mounting tensions between them.

Duty, protection, desire, and secrecy clash as the darkness within Zev rises to the surface, and only Tobias can save his mate—even if he never plans to tell Pete that’s what they are.

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Darkness was falling fast. Pete turned toward a rustling sound behind him before hurrying away from it. He was freaking out and he knew it.

He wanted to kill his best friend, Roger, a million times over. “Go out west, see something different—it’ll inspire you.” Roger’s voice in his head was a full octave higher than normal, and Pete wanted to strangle it.

He just wanted to find his way back to the trail or to any sign of humanity. But that wasn’t going to happen. He’d only stepped off the trail because he’d seen an amazing grove of wildflowers. How dangerous could that be? He must have gotten turned around in the damned glen and left it from a different spot than he’d come in. Now he was wandering alone at night in the middle of the wilderness. How stupid could he get?

“Don’t answer that,” he said to an owl calling in the trees above him.

Pete stopped under a large tree to catch his breath and held it for support because his lungs burned. He needed to think. But all he could think was that he was going to die and no one would ever find his body. The only people to care would be his editor and his publisher, who would wonder where his next book was. That’s all. Well, and Roger, but if Pete died, he fully intended to haunt the bastard for the rest of his life. Maybe he’d crack open each can of beer in Roger’s fridge so it went flat every time. Or maybe he’d poke him with a stick just when he was starting to fall asleep. Yeah, he liked that idea.

“Take that, you bastard.”

He had checked his phone long ago and found no signal at all. He pulled it out again and saw a single bar. Praying to God, he dialed 911, but the bar disappeared and the call dropped. In the dying light, he looked around, and through a slight clearing in the trees, he spotted a hill and figured he should make for it. He might get a signal up there and then he could call someone. They could send a helicopter and pluck him off the edge of the precipice and just out of reach of a bear who thought he was dinner—okay, this wasn’t one of his book plots. He needed to get his head in the game. In a few minutes, the light would be gone completely, so he slipped off his pack and rummaged inside it. Making the hill before nightfall was out of the question. He guessed he was stuck here for the night.

“Matches, matches….” His fingers curled around a plastic container. “Thank God.” Pete looked around, found some sticks, and pulled them together in the center of a relatively clear area. That should do for him to build a fire. At least he’d have some light and a way to keep warm. He gathered tinder and some smaller sticks, opened the container of matches, struck one, and lit his kindling. The leaves caught, and Pete placed tiny sticks on top, then added a few more until he had a fire going.

“Thank you,” he said, sending his vibes up toward the heavens.

Of course, the universe decided to answer and not in a good way. The sky flashed and thunder rolled over the land around him. Just what he needed.

Pete packed away the matches and continued to feed the flames, hoping the storm would go around him. As he added more sticks, the flames leaped upward enough to let him see the woodland floor around him. Lightning flashed again; the thunder grew louder and the earth vibrated with the roar of sound that died away to a growl.

It took a full second for Pete remember thunder didn’t growl. He looked up from the flames, across the clearing, and into a set of yellow eyes. That was all he could see until the cat prowled low and closer, catching the light in his thick tawny coat. A cougar. Great, just what he fucking needed. He added more sticks to the fire, then grabbed the end of a burning one, and thrust it at the cat, who seemed bold and probably hungry.

Pete’s first instinct was to run, but the cat would be faster than him and pounce on his back. He had seen enough movies where the stupid kids did just that and one of them ended up as cat food.

He put a stick in the fire and added a second and a third, then pulled flaming pokers from the fire, and held them in both hands. He knew it was probably stupid, but it was the only defense he had.

The cat prowled the edge of the clearing, getting closer, mouth open, displaying huge teeth. Pete jumped back and swung as the cat leaped toward him. He missed, but the cat retreated and resumed prowling and stalking him. Pete hoped there weren’t more of them waiting to pounce on his back. He thought big cats like this were solitary hunters. At least he hoped to hell they were.

“Go away. Shoo.” He started yelling and making noise. It was all he could think to do, waving the sticks in his hands to make himself look as big as possible. The cat hunched down, and Pete knew he was coiling his muscles for a strike. He swung both hands as the cat leaped off the ground, propelling himself toward Pete. The hot ends of the sticks connected with the cat’s head, and he heard a searing sound and the scent of burning hair. The cat yelped and fell, then bounded off into the woods just as the sky opened up and drenched the area. The leaves of the tree overhead held off the water for a few minutes, but eventually it was too much and water poured through the thick branches.

The fire sputtered and made a valiant effort against the water, but soon it faded out, not hot enough to last. Pete took refuge close to the tree trunk, hoping for some shelter, but receiving little. He was soaked through in minutes, cold, shivering, and shaken by the nearby lightning and thunder.

 bookreviewI’m truly in love with this writer.  I read both of his personas and he doesn’t write a bad book.  As most know, I don’t read much straight M/M but I’m in love with Dirk Greyson.  He writes a complete book.  Great dialogue, awesome pacing, characters that you love and/or hate and cheering for the couple to finally admit that they love each other and want to be together.
Pete is so cute.  Yes, cute.  In fact, Tobias calls him cute in the book and it fits him.  He’s a city slicker for sure, but quickly adapts to his surroundings; even if he thinks he doesn’t.  Pete also has a great roommate that brings some much need humor in the story for me.  Plus, took the news that Tobias was a shifter just like any other human would have.  Surprised, non-believing and hurt, too when it came to Tobias to claim him as his mate.  I really felt bad for them at this point.  Of course, that’s when Tobias’ mom literally slapped him upside his head to get him to think.  Loved that scene.  BTW, she is an awesome secondary character.  Brings much-needed depth to the pack and what happened in the first two books.
Oh yes, there are more books in the series and no, I haven’t read them.  You don’t need to enjoy this one because those events are explained to the reader.  I might, though, go back and read the first book in the series.  I would love to see how Tobias and the rest of pack dealt with betrayal and how Katherine’s pack fits into everything.  Oh yes, there is another pack in the story but they don’t overpower the story.  In fact, to makes Tobias realize that he can’t do everything and that’s it okay to ask for help.
Tobias is also a great character.  He isn’t overbearing like some alphas in the shifter world.  He has depth, a sweetness and a need to please everyone but himself.  Cue his mother and in a way his overbearing sister to the rescue.  His sister is a piece of work but in the end, I grew to like her.  In fact, I loved to read more about Greg and Brick.  They intrigued me.  The whole pack is great and I think that if I read at least the first book in the series, I would understand them more.
Overall, I loved this book.  I typically don’t like shifter books and since I’m new to the genre of M/M, this book is on my keeper shelf.  I really like Mr. Greyson’s style of writing and how you just fall in love with characters.

Spotlight featuring Pauline Allan’s, Eye Candy! w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

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by Pauline Allan

 

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GENRE: LGBTQ (MM Romance)

 

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Gavin Rossi is one sexy piece of Eye Candy wrapped in a tight body and sweet smile. The hot breath on his neck, the mesmerizing rhythm as he rolls his hips, the strong chest rising and falling beneath his hands make for a distraction he’s terrified to see play out.

 

When Dutch Williamson feels a set of perfectly sculpted thighs slipping over his lap, the last thing his liquor-hazed brain registers is this is my future. The tempting piece of Eye Candy grinding on his lap is going to cut him at the knees, and he knows it.

 

This is a dance. This is a tease. God, this is so much more.

 

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Excerpt Two:

 

Gavin stood by the marble-top island. “We need to discuss rent.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his faded jeans. “Between the two jobs, I can pay you something. I don’t expect a handout. I need to do my part.”

 

Everything had turned upside down. Being alone and content no longer counted for anything good in his life. Once again, the privileges of his birth were humbling. He shut the door. The guy had pride. Fighting the urge to pull those sexy hips into his hands, he passed the island and looked over his shoulder. “You coming? You can pick which room you want and…we’ll discuss the logistics in the morning when you come to the restaurant for your interview.”

 

He stopped, giving Gavin time to catch up at the staircase.

 

“You were serious, weren’t you? I um, I really didn’t expect you to offer me a job. I figured I could get a good night’s sleep, you’d wake up and regret asking me to be a tenant, and I’d have to take off, but now it feels different.”

 

Dutch stopped when they reached the top of the stairs. “I told you, you’re safe with me. If you stay around, you’ll see I’m telling the truth. Every bedroom has a lock. Use it if you feel you need to, but know it’s your space, and I’ll respect that.”

 

Gavin took the bag to sling it over his shoulder. “What if I don’t want to lock the door?”

 

Well hell. “Then I’ll need to lock mine.”

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Pauline lives in the Midwest with her hero husband, two handsome boys, one ornery cat, and a lovely Pitbull. She enjoys writing erotic romance for all readers. From MM contemporary romance series to LGBT fairytales, Pauline shares stories that she holds close to her heart. By day Pauline is a special care baby registered nurse and by night a hopeless romantic. She loves to travel to New Orleans twice a year to recharge her creative battery and enjoy a bag full of powdered sugar covered beignets. Sit down, relax and Laissez les bons temps rouler!

 

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Book Blast featuring Distraction (a Club Destiny Novel) by Nicole Edwards!

Title: Distraction
Series: Club Destiny
Author: Nicole Edwards
Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
Published: January 31, 2017
Time doesn’t always heal a broken heart. Sometimes the only thing it does is fill the darkness with more shadows, more pain.

Dylan Thomas has spent the past decade living in the shadows, mourning the loss of his wife, his best friend, his very reason for breathing. He long ago accepted that he would never feel again, that he was damned to a world without light, without hope. That was the day the bottle won, and he gave himself over to the darkness.

Until the one night that rocked his brittle, crumbling world on its axis. She told him what they shared was simply a distraction, a way to forget for a little while. It would’ve been, except the tiny glimpse of how it feels to live again, to feel again, gives him the strength he needs to pull himself up by his boot straps. But sobriety comes one day at a time, and three years later may be three years too late.

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Red Hots: A Valentine Anthology by Caitlyn Lunch + 17 others w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

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Red Hots is a steamy collection of Valentine’s Day themed stories by 18 new and established romantic erotica authors. From a lonely lighthouse keeper’s strange encounter with a ghostly sea captain to a husband surprising his wife with a sexy game; from an alien discovering just what Valentine’s Day means to her human lover to a store owner receiving an unexpected Gift With Purchase that makes her best friend look at her VERY differently, there is something here for everyone who loves the Valentine tradition!

 

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From Sweet On You by Ava Bari:

 

As Molly turned to the bathroom door, the water shut off, and someone moved around inside.  Something fell to the floor, followed by a masculine voice cursing.  Molly’s legs and mouth refused to obey her, leaving her frozen and silent as the door opened and a man stepped out.

 

Now Molly’s mouth worked again, but only to loosen her jaw and prevent her from picking it up again.  He was a very tall man, even factoring in how short Molly was.  She was level with his chest – his very nice chest – and he was looking down at her from an unfairly high vantage point.  He blinked a few times, then closed his eyes for a really long time as if expecting her to vanish into thin air when he opened them again.  Molly would’ve liked to try that herself, but even without seeing him she smelled the hotel soap on his wet skin and heard his breathing.

 

“Uh…” she said.  Her eyes dropped to the white bath towel around his waist.  A trail of hair started at his belly button and trailed down a defined stomach and- ‘What the hell is wrong with you?  Stop looking there!’

 

Molly’s spine straightened. She looked right at his eyes and nowhere else.  

 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice deep and husky.  

 

Molly had read somewhere once that the human mind was not capable of creating faces or voices.  If you heard someone’s voice in your head, odds were good it came from someone you knew in your everyday life.  That must’ve been true, because if Molly had heard a voice that rich, she would have remembered it.

 

“Pulling the sheets down,” she said.  She glanced one more time at his suitcase.  “This is my hotel room.”

 

“That’s funny,” said the man.  “This is my hotel room, too.”

 

“What a coincidence,” said Molly.

 

And here she’d been hoping for a weekend without problems.

 

 

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Happy Book Birthday to Allison in Wonderland an Erotic Tale by Ray Sostre!

Title: Allison in Wonderland: An Erotic Novel
Author: Ray Sostre
Genre: Adult, Erotic Fantasy Adventure
Published: January 31, 2017
In this parody to the children story, there’s an adult twist – an erotic fantasy adventure. Allison Woodward and her step-brother, Steve Robbins, are pulled out of their world and into separate realms of Wonderland, where they not only discover a strange world but encounter the chilling events that unfold. What summons them to Wonderland will also summon them to fall in love in an unusual way, and while that love wouldn’t be explainable in their world, it is their only chance to survive Wonderland, along with the help of their Wonderland friends.

 

Allison in Wonderland: An Erotic Novel (Sensual Excerpt) © Ray Sostre 2016/2017

Back at the tea party, Allison proceeded to pour another cup of jasmine tea. Despite her need to go, she was enjoying the delicious tea and treats of sandwiches and cakes. Everyone at the table continued to talk and share fond memories of Dormouse and Mr. Rabbit, except Allison, since she had no clue who they were, but she learned how much they were the life of the party a long time ago.
While Allison listened to the conversation, she felt Willow’s hand slide across her hip, which for some reason made her nipples grow hard under her teddy and a delicious ache grow in her core. Never before had she felt turned on by another woman, but Willow’s touch had seemed to hit the right nerve in her body. If this was another woman, Allison would’ve fended her off, but for some reason, she wasn’t protesting the way Willow was touching her.
The Willow leaned over and asked, “How did you like the tea?”
Allison turned to her and said, “It’s very good. In fact, this is the best tea I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”
“Would you like me to show you the garden? I’m sure you’ll like the smell of the flowers, and I can tell you’re getting quite bored with this conversation, since you didn’t know who these men were.”
For some reason, Allison couldn’t say no, and the way Willow slid her hand up her thigh, Allison was feeling moisture growing inside her. Why couldn’t she say no? Allison couldn’t because she was feeling turned on by her.
“Sure,” Allison obliged when she moved her hand on top of Willow’s, and the two got up from their seats and walked away from the table.
The table didn’t even ask where they were going; they just kept talking. Allison was taken to a lush garden filled with flowers of lavender and jasmine. The smell was very euphoric; a fresh smell of spring in the air.
“I have to say,” Willow said, “you have very soft hands.”
“Thank you.”
The two continued to walk inside the garden where they sat on a bench together, surrounded by tall flowers that secluded them from everyone else. For some reason, Allison felt a knee-weakening feeling growing. She had never been with a woman before, nor ever kissed one, but Allison was willing, since the moment felt right. She felt comfortable, and the way Willow was caressing her hand had Allison’s heart beating really fast.
“Um, Willow, there’s one thing I need to tell you.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve never … kissed a woman before.”
Willow was intrigued, “Really?”
“Um, yeah.”
Then Willow inched closer to her. “Why don’t you relax; I promise to make you feel comfortable.”

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#Review of Rip Cord: The Reunion/The Weekend by Jeanne St. James w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

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by Jeanne St. James

 

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GENRE:  Contemporary erotic romance, LGBT

 

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The Reunion
Gil Davis hated high school. Ever the geek, he has no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he misses from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on from the first day he laid eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.

The Weekend
Geek extraordinaire Gil Davis hooked up with his long-time crush Rip Cord, the Bad Boy of the NFL, during their tenth year class reunion. It was a dream come true for Gil, so when Rip surprises Gil with a trip to the pro football player’s cabin on the lake two weeks later, Gil looks forward to their weekend alone. Since Rip is still deep in the closet due to his career, Gil will take any stolen moments they have. Little does Gil know, those moments will be filled with a blindfold and ropes, as well as a bad tumble down the mountain.

But a few bumps and bruises won’t stop Gil from spending precious time with Rip and his toys. However when the weekend ends, will Rip disappear again? Or will Rip want to take their relationship to the next level?

 

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“Relax. Trust me.” The bed tilted under Rip’s weight as he climbed on and straddled Gil’s waist.

 

“I want to give you a massage. It’ll help with your stiff muscles.”

 

Rip squirted what felt similar to baby oil onto Gil’s back, and as he rubbed it into his skin, Gil relaxed. Rip’s hands were perfect for a massage. They were broad and his fingers were long and strong.

 

Gil groaned in pleasure as Rip swirled the oil around his back, warming it up as he worked the skin under his palms. He massaged Gil’s shoulders with his thumbs and then the base of his neck, the top of his spine, and down the tight muscles that ran along his spine.

 

Gil’s breathing deepened, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his muscles being rubbed, Rip working the small of his back with his knuckles.

 

“How do you know to do this so well?”

 

“I get massages all the time because of football. Some are relaxing, but I pay attention to what the therapists are doing too. Though when it’s a deep-tissue massage, I’m usually holding back the screams. The therapists dig and work out knots, which can be very painful. Still, it’s worth it afterward.”

 

“No deep tissue, okay?”

 

Rip’s body shook as he chuckled. “No deep tissue today. But I can feel how tight the small of your back is.” He shifted down to straddle Gil’s thighs.

 

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   I just gotta say that I don’t read M/M but I really did like this one.  If I had a complaint it’s that it just ended.  I want the 3rd book.  This one had an HFN? and I feel as if Gil needs to be a little stronger in his conversations with Rip.  It seemed like Rip just took over the relationship and Gil had no say in anything.

I did love how they reconnected.  Plus, with Gil’s friend Kate, there, the reunion was sweet and funny.  To have a crush like that for so long and then to be able to act on the crush…sweet and highly sexy.  Oh yes, this book is chopped full of many sexy times.  I really was hoping that Rip would give in to…  Oops, sorry almost gave away a spoiler.  He He!

Gil and Rip are a great couple but I felt like it was all Rip all the time and I felt like Gil was only there to satisfy Rip’s cravings.  Not that Gil didn’t have his own cravings but a bit more conversation from Gil and how HE wanted things to go would have been nice.

Overall, if you are looking for a quick, sexy M/M with a totally alpha in the deepest closet football player and a sexy nerd, this book is for you.  Just remember that I felt like there should be another book to finish their story.  Totally recommended.  🙂

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Jeanne St. James is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter.

 

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Happy Book Birthday to Painted on my Heart by Kindle Alexander! w/excerpts, playlist, book trailers and giveaway! @KindleAlexander

Title: Painted On My Heart
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: January 2, 2017
Artist Kellus Hardin let love and loyalty cloud his past decisions, a mistake he definitely won’t make again. Now, lost and alone, he’s left to pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart while facing the truth of his reality. 

Arik Layne exudes power, confidence, and determination. But when an encounter with the guarded artist shakes him to the core and alters all his future goals, he finds more than just his heart on the line. 

For Kellus, opening himself to love isn’t an option. 
All Arik wants is to make the artist his. 
Can love create a masterpiece when it’s painted on your heart?

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“Arik and Kellus captivated me and kept me glued to my kindle.” – 5 Star Shh Mom’s Reading

“Another fabulous book that will steal a piece of your heart. Loved Arik and Kellus.” – 5 Star Becca the Bibliophile

Chapter 1

The shrill ring of his phone should have startled him awake, but Kellus Hardin was just too damn tired to do much more than roll in the direction of the irritating sound and throw a hand out to half-ass search around his mattress for the device. When he came up empty handed, he managed to turn the other way and do the same. By the time his exhausted sleep-hazed brain identified the phone wasn’t anywhere around him, he heard the chirp indicating a voice mail. He cracked an eyelid and lifted his head enough to look over at the alarm clock. Four thirty in the morning. Seriously? Nothing good could come from a call that time of night. He collapsed back to the bed with an annoyed groan. He’d been asleep less than an hour after working the fifteen before on the pieces he had due for the art gallery opening.
“Fuck,” he growled out, turning over again. He tucked a soft pillow into his side and decided he’d deal with that call in the morning. His exhausted state gave a solid thumbs-up on the plan, and he easily drifted back to sleep. What had to be a mere second later, the ringing started again. Stupid cell phone.
Kellus threw the covers away from his body and darted off the bed, angrier than he’d been in a very long time. He was fucking tired—tired of his fucked-up life and tired of this motherfucker who wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone.
Fuck!
With a vengeance, he zeroed in on the location of the noise. He marched to his laundry basket by the bedroom door and began tearing through the clothes to find the stupid phone, no doubt still inside his paint-spattered coveralls where he’d dropped it not fifty-three minutes ago before he’d finally managed to crawl into bed.
Palming the device, he glared at the caller ID. John. Of course. Who else would call in the middle of the fucking night?
“What?” he shouted as he connected the call.
“Come get him.” A deep masculine voice with a Spanish accent had him pulling the phone from his ear to look down at the screen in confusion.
Wait. Great. Even fucking better—John’s dealer.
“No,” he said firmly as he stood tall and fisted his free hand at his side. His chest bowed in defiance as if the guy on the other end of the phone were right there in his darkened bedroom. “You give him that shit, you deal with him.”
The harsh laugh on the other end of the line held what might have been genuine amusement. “I deal with him and it won’t end well.” The line went dead. Kellus shoved his fingers through his hair to help push the long strands out of his eyes.
“Fuck!” he bellowed to the empty room, spinning in a complete circle, gripping his phone in his hand and punching his fist through the air. Thank God he was alone, because if anybody had witnessed that little outburst he’d have been carted off to the nearest mental facility. He was just so fucking sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Breath heaving as anger and dread coursed through his veins, Kellus stood there, staring absently at his bed. The fatigue of the day settled heavy on his shoulders. He had responsibilities. He couldn’t take on more of John’s bullshit. He jammed the heels of his palms against his tired eyes and released an exhausted sigh. After so many hours holding a brush for the fine details of his painting, his hands cramped with the movement, and the muscles in his neck and back protested the long hours he’d put in today. He needed sleep. More than the fifty-three minutes he’d gotten.
“I’m not fucking doing this again. I warned him the last time. I made it clear. No more!” Kellus sliced the hand still holding his cell through the air with finality. With that decision made, he stalked across the room and tossed his phone on the nightstand. He climbed back in his bed, whipping the covers over his exhausted body.
He hadn’t heard from John in six days.
Six glorious, productive, happy days.
Staring up at the ceiling, unable to get his mind to shut off, he told himself he’d made the right decision. John needed to stay away. Kellus forced his eyelids closed. At this point, he’d still get a few good hours sleep before he had to start his day. The longer he lay there, the more guilt crept in.
It always did.
Images of his best friend came to mind. Happier times. Memories of his and John’s younger days and all the trouble they’d managed to get into. Those thoughts actually calmed his breathing. His mind drifted to the summer of their senior year. He hadn’t thought about that time in so long. He and John had gone to the lake with some friends. A healthy, glowing, handsome John had teased him unmercifully until he had finally agreed to skinny dip…
“Fuck!” Kellus whipped off the covers and rose, angry and worried.
He couldn’t leave John in that place.
Kellus stopped dead center in his bedroom, fuming; he was so pissed at himself, at his own indecision, at John. What the fuck was wrong with him? John had destroyed both their lives, shit on him over and over with absolutely no regard for his feelings whatsoever. He’d lost everything because of John. He swore he’d never do this again.
But he couldn’t leave John there.
Not there.
Dejected, Kellus ran a frustrated hand over his face, sighed, then went for his closet to dress.
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Topping out at max speed, Arik Layne flew down the Dallas North Tollway. Being the only one on the highway might have been the only benefit of flying home in the middle of the night from his Escape Del Mar property.
God, he was past exhausted.
Less than five minutes later, Arik parked and wearily made his way through the private entrance of his downtown Dallas high-rise, shrugging out of his hand-tailored suit jacket before he reached the elevator. At the elevator, he tossed the garment over his arm and entered his exclusive security code into the wall-mounted keypad, effectively locking the car for his personal use. The doors opened immediately. The technology didn’t require him to do anything more than step inside before the doors closed and the overhead floor-indicator light displayed each passing floor, a soft ding sounding repeatedly as he traveled non-stop up the forty or so floors to his penthouse. Arik rested against the back wall, forcing a finger into the knot of his necktie to loosen its tight hold. He then removed each cuff link at his wrist and absently dropped them into his slacks pockets. The more he removed now, the faster he could hit his perfect Vera Wang mattress and shut his tired eyes.
The entire building was quiet. Another benefit to relocating to this area. Well, sort of. Dallas as a whole was quieter than any place he’d ever lived. He walked the few steps to his front door, pulling out his wallet to wave in front of the security pad when the doors didn’t unlock at his arrival. Strangely, the key card inside his wallet didn’t trigger the lock to release. Arik let out a yawn as he entered his code into the attached keypad. He’d have to remember to check his card in the morning.
The overhead lights automatically lit as he entered his front door, and the motion sensors continued lighting his way the deeper he ventured inside his home. Arik absently tossed his suit jacket on a chair in the living room, never straying from the direct path to his bedroom. He pulled his shirttails from his slacks, his level of sheer exhaustion rising with each step he took. Honestly, that had to be the only reason he didn’t register the glow of lights coming from underneath the closed door until he’d already turned the handle.    
“What the fuck?” His heart almost leaped out of his chest when he stepped inside his bedroom to find someone sprawled across his bed in what probably qualified as a seductive pose. Recognition took another second to seep in.
“Surprise!” A small pop sounded and confetti flew into the air, scattering across his bed.
Arik’s brows snapped together. Oh hell no. He loved that bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Arik asked as he moved farther inside the room. He registered the slight look of indignation and the flip of that long, black, silky hair before Boy Toy’s face morphed again into a pleasant smile.
“I came to surprise you.” BT wiggled his sexy ass and gave a cheeky little smile.
Even as tired and annoyed as he was, Arik experienced a stir below his belt. He was human after all, and this particular BT was especially skilled. He stopped at his dresser, reached inside his front slacks pockets and casually tossed the contents on the small tray. He didn’t like surprises of any kind, and BT, short for boy toy number one hundred and—hell, he’d lost count of the willing men he’d bedded—had just shocked the hell out of him.
This one was way too pretty and so deliciously tempting that for a split second he almost gave in…almost.
No, he had to stay firm. This was utter bullshit. He couldn’t have random BTs breaking into his home, surprising him at every turn, desecrating his perfect bed with confetti.
“How did you get in here?” he asked, leaning against the dresser, casually crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’ve been planning this since you left me last week. I swiped your card from your wallet when you were in the shower.” Boy Toy lost the erotic pose, probably too much strain for his delicate body.
“I guess I need to keep a closer eye on my wallet in the future.” Arik shoved away from the dresser and headed toward his closet.
“I’m beginning to think you’re not happy that I’m here. You know I’d look good on your arm for the opening of Escape Dallas.” BT hopped up from the bed and trailed after him, following him into the closet.
“Are these your things?” he asked, nodding toward the garment bag hanging in his closet with luggage settled beneath. Arik’s things had been pushed aside and replaced with BT’s, as if the guy planned to stay awhile. First the bed, now the closet. He didn’t allow anyone to breach his private space. That crossed every line he had.
Fuck, he’d known when he first saw this guy he’d be trouble. The gorgeous ones always were. Arik shook his head.
“Yes, I put them next to yours. I arrived late and didn’t have time to unpack.”
Arik abandoned his silk tie on the built-in dresser and began to grab BT’s things. The level of pissed off coursing through him now superseded any desire he might have mustered.
“You can’t ever do this again. I told you from the beginning,” Arik said, shoving the garment bag toward BT as he went for the two suitcases, then he tossed the strap of one over his shoulder and grabbed the other by the handgrip. How long had he even planned to stay that he needed all this?
“Be careful with that. It’s got my mink inside!” BT carefully draped the bag over his arm, allowing Arik to take him by his other arm and forcefully guide him from the closet.
“Why in the hell would you bring a fur coat to Texas?” Arik kept his grip tight, even when BT tried to worm his way out.
“Why would I leave home without… What are you doing?” BT actually held on to the doorframe to keep Arik from removing him from the bedroom.
“You’re going to the guest room, BT. We’ll talk—”
A solid outraged screech cut him off.
“Stop calling me that! I hate that. I have a name.” The guy went into full-on diva mode right there in the middle of his hall.
“You’ve known the deal from the beginning. I don’t like these kinds of surprises. I was very clear,” Arik said. When he realized it might take two hands to deposit BT into the guest bedroom, he went for that door, pushed it open wide, and tossed the suitcase in his hand across the room. For a second there, he’d thought the guy planned to go back to Arik’s bedroom which would have turned things pretty shitty real quick. Luckily, BT came toward him with a very calm, patient look on his face.
“If you would just go with it, we could have a very special relationship,” BT said, placing a delicate hand on Arik’s dress shirt, letting his fingers trail down Arik’s chest as he took a step closer. “I’m good at attending events with you. I look good on your arm. Besides, I’m tired of modeling. It takes up so much of my time. And if we came to some sort of arrangement, with all my extra free time, I could take care of you any way you saw fit.”
“Not gonna happen.”
BT’s words couldn’t have been better deterrent for giving in and indulging in a quick hook-up. Arik preferred his fun with no strings attached. Not that he had anything against the whole finding Mr. Right concept. But the boy toy currently groping his ass was not anywhere close to his idea of relationship material. Arik stopped the hand at his waistband and shrugged the case off his shoulder, dumping it right inside the guest bedroom door. He left the gorgeous but clearly crazy man standing there as he headed back toward his bedroom.
“I need to leave here by eight in the morning. Be ready.’’
“Seriously? You’re just leaving? I stretched myself to be ready for you.”
Arik looked back to see BT stomp his foot for good measure, his now flaccid dick swinging in the process. BT was certainly beautifully put together, tall, lean, chiseled abs, a perfect body that Arik knew from past experience could bring a lot of pleasure.
No, Arik. That was how he’d gotten in this situation in the first place. Stop. No. Walk away.
“Goodnight, BT. Don’t come back to my room,” he said at the door.
“Stop calling me BT! I’m not just your boy toy! My name is Steffan.”
Steffan—yeah, he remembered that now. Steffan twirled around and stalked into the guest bedroom, that long hair floating out around him. The door slammed shut in his wake.
Arik closed his door and reached down to twist the lock when he heard something crashing against the guest room door. Arik chuckled at that one and quickly opened his door again.
“Be ready by eight in the morning. I won’t be happy if you make me late,” he yelled before closing and relocking the door.

He staggered to the bed. His bed. Even with taking the time to rid the bedspread of the confetti and change the pillowcases where that overly strong cologne lingered, he’d still, hopefully, get at least a couple hours’ sleep.

Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!

I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.

Find out more by visiting http://www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com

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by Candy Caine

 

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GENRE: Erotic Romance

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Sometimes Ariel Jones gets a little bored with her love life. It’s not that she doesn’t love her partner, hunky Ray Meyers. But lately, things have been a bit blah. But “blah” suddenly seems desirable when Ariel’s sexual curiosity gets her into trouble. Then Ray steps in to not only protect what is his, but to show her the dark side of his sexuality he has hidden from her all this time…

 

 

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Excerpt One:

 

 

We headed for the bar in the informal restaurant and took a seat. Another bartender was on duty. He’d been watching a soccer game as he wiped down the top of the bar with a rag. Turning to us, he asked, “What can I get you folks?”

 

“Two pints of draft,” Ray said.

 

The hotel served great beer and you know the saying, ‘when in Rome…’

 

While we sipped our beers, Ray whispered into my ear, “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

 

“Are you referring to that couple sitting on the couch, namely the woman who’s been devouring you with her eyes?” I replied.

 

“I thought she was nearly salivating over you, too. But, the guy seems to be into you, as well.”

 

I laughed. “You think we should go over and talk to them?”

 

Ray grinned. “Sure. Why not?”

 

We slid off our bar stools and walked over to the thirty-something couple, who were most attractive in their own right.

 

Ray started the conversation. “We couldn’t help but notice that you both were staring at us. Is there something wrong?”

 

“No, mate, not at all,” the blond, blue-eyed hunk replied in a thick Aussie accent. “We just couldn’t help noticing how perfect you two complemented each other.”

 

“You’re quite an attractive couple yourselves,” I said.

 

The woman, a lithe, blonde beauty with long hair and legs to match, her eyes still running up and down the length of Ray’s body before finally settling below his belt, said in a similar accent, “Well, now, here we are, two attractive couples. Perhaps we should do something about that.”

 

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Whether she’s writing a short story or novel, Candy Caine will make her interracial romances hot and spicy. Always striving to entertain her readers, Candy tries to breathe life into her characters by running them past her husband, Robert–which often makes life interesting in their new home in Arizona.

 

Candy loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at candy@candycaine.com.

 

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I, Erogenous Jones:

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