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Guest Post and Exclusive Excerpt by Lyn Gala

Excerpt from Claimings series by Lyn Gala

 

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To help Lyn Gala celebrate the release of  Assimilation, Love, and Other Human Oddities, we’ve been lucky to have the honor of hosting a wonderful scene cut from book one of the Claimings series.  Those of you who’ve been reading my reviews for a long time know I’m not only a science fiction junkie but a Lyn Gala junkie as well.  Possibly this excerpt made me momentarily lose my cool.

“Headstrong”

She-who-had-been-Hasha watched the humans. Ondry had forced this gathering, but she was not surprised. He was as headstrong as his mother. Both had demanded their freedom so young—too young. Rownt needed aff

ection to grow strong, and both were too stubborn to accept the love that was their right as children. Instead they rushed toward adulthood.

She sometimes wondered if there was some genetic marker for stubbornness that she could ask the one who had been Oma to identify. Continue reading Guest Post and Exclusive Excerpt by Lyn Gala

Assimilation, Love, and Other Human Oddities (Claimings #2)

     Author: Lyn Gala

     Publisher: Loose Id

     Rating: 4.5 stars

     Buy Links: LId and Amazon

     Type: Novel from Series

     Received from Publisher

 

Blurb:  Ondry and Liam have settled into a good life, but their trading is still tied up with humans, and humans are always messy. When political changes at the human base lead Ondry to attempt a difficult trade, the pair find themselves entangled in human affairs. Liam wants to help the people he left and the worlds being torn apart. He also wants to serve Ondry with not only the pleasures of the nest but also by bringing human profits.

Ondry has no hope of understanding human psychology in general, he only knows that he will hold onto his palteia with the last breath in his body, and he’d like to keep his status and his wealth too. Unfortunately, new humans bring new conflicts and he is not sure how to protect Liam. He does know one thing that humans seem to constantly forget—that the peaceful Rownt are predators and when their families are threatened, Rownt become deadly killers. Liam is his family, and Ondry will protect him with his last breath… assuming that he can recognize the dangers in time to do so.

Continue reading Assimilation, Love, and Other Human Oddities (Claimings #2)

Americana Fairy Tale: Blog Tour

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Americana Fairy Tale
by Lex Chase

Genre: M/M Fairy Tale Urban Fantasy
Length: Novel, 340 Pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb

Modern fairy-tale princess Taylor Hatfield has problems. One: He’s a guy. Two: His perfect brother Atticus is the reincarnation of Snow White. Three: Taylor has no idea which princess he is supposed to be. Four: Taylor just left his prince (a girl) at the altar. Despite his enchanted lineage, Taylor is desperate to find his Happily Ever After away from magic, witches, and stuffy traditions. Regrettably, destiny has other plans for him. Dammit.

When word reaches Taylor that Idi the Witchking has captured Atticus, Taylor is determined to save his brother. He enlists the help of rakish and insufferable Corentin Devereaux, likewise of enchanted lineage. A malicious spell sends Taylor and Corentin on a road trip through the kitschy nostalgia of roadside Americana. To save Atticus, they must solve the puzzles put forth by Idi the Witchking. As they struggle, Taylor and Corentin’s volatile partnership sparks a flash of something more. But princesses have many enemies, and Taylor must keep his wits about him because there’s nothing worse than losing your heart… or your head.

 

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Excerpt

 

Still flustered and confused, with no time to contemplate what had just come over him, Corentin tossed out his hand and gestured to the open road. “Do you see signs for I-85 North anywhere, genius?”

“Man, you’re really bitchy,” Ringo said, crossing his arms. “Have enough water today? Hydration is important.”

“Why should I trust you anyway? You could be getting us lost on purpose,” Taylor said. There was a sneer in his tone, and he glared in the rearview. “I’m not counting out we nearly died three seconds ago.”

“I was avoiding a tire in the road,” Corentin lied. “And I am not getting us lost.” His irritation grew as he tried to puzzle through everything that had just transpired. “I’m keeping my promise. You’re useless to me, so we’re going to go save your brother and kill Idi instead.”

“Woooooah,” Ringo said, holding up his hands in surrender. “You didn’t tell me this was Idi we were up against.”

“Someone fill me in,” Taylor said in a demanding tone.

Corentin gritted his teeth. Just like all princesses, Taylor was a pretty spoiled brat. “Idi is the Witchking,” Corentin said simply. He braced himself for the oncoming flurry of questions. Which he wouldn’t know how to answer in the simplest of terms.

“Idi’s bad juju,” Ringo said. “The worst of all witches.”

“And we’re going to kill him?” Taylor asked.

Corentin caught him arching a brow and making a doubtful expression in the rearview. “That’s the plan.”

“And save Atticus,” Taylor said.

“That’s the plan,” Corentin repeated tersely.

“What’s in it for you?” Taylor asked. Something in his tone suggested his mistrust had hit its limit.

Before Corentin could come up with an expert lie, he was unfortunately saved by the GPS popping with sizzles and showering sparks over the cabin of the truck. Ringo zipped behind the passenger seat, and Taylor yelped in a half squeal. The truck fishtailed over two lanes and came dangerously close to clipping a car. Corentin acted fast, ripping the melting device from its dash mount and chucking it out the window. Taylor turned to look out the back window, and Corentin caught the bright orange flame as the thing exploded like a grenade.

When the spots cleared from Corentin’s eyes, he muttered a curse under his breath as the truck passed from a clear division of daylight into the dead of night. He clicked the headlights on and waited for his eyes to adjust.

“What the hell is going on?” Taylor asked, leaning up to the back window.

“Idi’s fucking with us,” Corentin said. “It seems like he’s trying to delay us as much as possible.”

“He knows we’re onto him,” Taylor said. “Way to go for discussing the super-secret squirrel plan out loud.”

“You know…,” Corentin said, glaring in the rearview. “You are a lot more pleasant when you’re passed out, snoring.”

Taylor huffed. “I don’t snore.”

“You bleat like a dying hyena,” Ringo said, then spit a giggle.

Taylor’s attention snapped to the pixie. “What is this? Asshole day?”

Corentin caught his eerie pink glare in the rearview.

“Dude, just get off at the nearest exit. We should be near Birmingham by now.”

“All right, all right,” Corentin said, and it was a pleasant reprieve that Taylor kept his mouth shut for more than five minutes. It didn’t last.

“Hey, hey!” Taylor said and pointed at a green-and-white interstate exit sign in the distance. “Talladega! Turn here. I can get us to Atlanta from here. We’re not that far off.”

Corentin guided the truck up the exit ramp and frowned. Something was wrong—flat-topped mesas came into view.

“What the…?” Taylor whispered and watched the rolling dunes of the Painted Desert.

“Uuuh…,” Ringo added and pressed himself to the windshield. The occasional cactus whisked by. “Wow, Talladega’s having a hard time with the drought this season,” Ringo said through their awestruck silence.

“That’s not a drought,” Corentin said softly.

Taylor squinted into the distance. “Does ‘Welcome to Arizona, the Grand Canyon State’ answer your question?”

Ringo pasted his face to the windshield. “How do you even see—” Ringo squeaked when the state sign of Arizona blurred by. “Oh my Storyteller!”

Corentin remained tense, trying to get his thoughts together.

Taylor, however, seemed to not be able to resist blurting out his opinion. “It seems this Eddie guy is doing more than just fucking with us.”

“Idi,” Corentin said and realized how terse he sounded. “I think he wants to do more than just delay us.”

Ringo peeled himself from the windshield. He slapped his hands to his cheeks in horror. “He wants us to die out here?” he croaked.

“Panicking is not going to help,” Corentin said firmly.

“Easy for you to say,” Taylor snapped. “We just need to stop somewhere and ask for directions. We’ll get back on the right road in no time.”

Corentin sighed. Taylor’s hope was admirable, but Ringo was only half right. They would die out here, but only one of them. This was Corentin’s first trial. Now he was here, in the middle of nowhere, with Taylor to do with what he will. As soon as that was over, Idi would release him and he’d be on his way, but only until the next time Idi summoned him to do his bidding.

They drove on, again in a long-hanging silence. The interstate lay barren, not a single car or scrap of civilization to be seen. The pavement bore veins of black tar from years of shoddy repair. Corentin caught Taylor’s pink gaze in the rearview, and his feral eyes seemed to gleam in the dark.

The princess shifted from one side of the backseat to the other. He seemed to look for anything that would help. He cupped his hands around the glass and peeked out into the night. “I can’t see anything out there. It’s just desert,” Taylor muttered.

Ringo turned to Corentin, “How are we on ga—”

“Don’t say it!” Corentin and Taylor shouted in unison.

Ringo held up his hands and pursed his lips. “Got it…. Uh… why?”

“I assume Eddie is listening in to everything,” Taylor said.

“Idi,” Corentin corrected Taylor again. “I think sir princess is right. It seems the second we’ve said anything, something’s gone wrong.”

Ringo fluttered over to the dash and rested his chin in his palm. “You know… it could be all a coincidence….”

Corentin and Taylor glared angrily at Ringo in silence while the hum of the pavement whooshed as Corentin drove.

Ringo waved his hands. “By Titania’s tatas, guys, I was just kidding!”

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About the author

 

LXC_FlamesLex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting too.

Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure and epic love—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes if you’re going to going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.

Lex is a pop culture diva and her DVR is constantly backlogged. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind. She is incredibly sentimental, to the point that she gets choked up at holiday commercials. But like the lovers driven to extreme measures to get home for the holidays, Lex believes everyone deserves a happy ending.

Lex also has a knack for sarcasm, never takes herself seriously, and has been nicknamed “The Next Alan Moore” by her friends for all the pain and suffering she inflicts on her characters. She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine now residing in the burbs of Northwest Florida, where it could be 80F and she’d still be a popsicle.

She is grateful for and humbled by all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.

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How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps: Blog Tour

Guest post and giveaway by Josephine Myles: Inexperienced Doms

Part of the How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps Blog Tour

 

shy leatherman Doms in BDSM fiction are nearly always older, richer, more experienced, and physically larger than their subs. It’s a cliché I’ve written before in Screwing the System, so for my second BDSM novel—How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps—I was keen to try something very different. Why not write an inexperienced Dom who needs to be trained by a sub? And to make it even more interesting, why not make the sub richer, posher, older and taller than him?

It’s not the first time I’ve written a novice Dom and experienced sub—I explored the idea in a short story in the Winter Warmers anthology—but it’s not a dynamic I’ve read outside of the occasional erotic short story. It got me wondering why this is. I mean, I can certainly see the attraction for the sub in teaming up with someone who knows the ropes. BDSM fiction abounds with novice subs on their erotic journey, but spare a thought for the poor old Doms. They aren’t born knowing exactly how to wield a flogger; they need to learn how to do this stuff too.

Spend any time plying a kinky type with drinks, and they’ll soon start telling you a bunch of hilarious stories about the times things went wrong. But that’s what learning and growth is all about, after all. Having a Dom learn from his mistakes interests me far more than him being perfect—I want to see character growth, and the emotional journey involved in accepting you get your kicks from dominating, humiliating and/or hurting your (willing) partner is a fascinating one to explore.

However, in addition to the emotional growth in this scenario, the potential for slapstick comedy is one I just couldn’t pass up. Jeff—the hapless and apparently straight hero of How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps—has a history of failed first dates with women. What’s more, gossip about one particularly embarrassing screw up is circulating in the local scene, meaning none of the women want anything to do with him. Fortunately Eddie can see his potential and is convinced that once Jeff grows in confidence he has the makings of an excellent Dom. And perhaps having a male sub to train him will be helpful as Jeff will be better able to concentrate on the technical aspects of Eddie’s Five Step training regime if he isn’t distracted by lust.

leather kissThat’s the idea, anyway. But lust has a funny way of surfacing despite Jeff’s avowed sexual inclinations, leading to mistakes involving candle wax and a violet wand…

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Readers, what do you think: are novice Doms sexy and interesting, or would you rather read about men who know it all already? And do you have any recs for other stories featuring Doms who are still learning the ropes?

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The How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps Blog Tour Giveaway!

I’m currently touring blog land, chatting about my latest Samhain Publishing release. Each post gives a unique insight into the book, and a lucky commenter will win a prize at every stop along the way. Winner’s choice of either:

  • two of Jo’s backlist ebooks
  • or a signed copy of Junk (or another backlist paperback, subject to availability) – shipping worldwide

Comment on this post for a chance to win today’s draw. The winning entry will be picked on Friday September 26th and the winner will be notified by email within 48 hours.

Check out the full Blog Tour itinerary here: http://josephinemyles.com/published-stories/novels-and-novellas/how-to-train-your-dom-in-five-easy-steps/blog-tour/

How To Train Your Dom In Five Easy Steps coverBlurb:

Sometimes the little head really does know best.

Jeff White’s needs are simple. All he wants is a submissive to help him explore the dominant side that his ex-girlfriend couldn’t handle. Problem is, inexperience in both dating and domming has resulted in a string of rejections.

What he needs is an experienced sub willing to show him the ins and outs of controlling a scene. Unfortunately, the only one willing to take him on is male, and Jeff is straight. One hundred percent, never-gonna-happen straight.

Easygoing painslut Eddie Powell doesn’t care that Jeff is younger, working class, and shorter. Eddie likes a bit of rough, and Jeff fits the bill perfectly. The trick will be convincing him to follow Eddie’s five-step training programme—which would be easy if Eddie wasn’t starting to have feelings for the rough-around-the-edges landscaper.

Once Jeff lays his hands on Eddie, things definitely get out of hand. But it’ll take more than hot, sweaty, kinky sex to persuade him to come out of the closet—especially to himself.

Warning: Contains a happy sub, a confused Dom, a high ratio of sex to plot, misuse of root ginger, and a suitcase of kink. Written in Jo’s usual exceedingly “English” English.

Buy links:

Amazon | Samhain

Jo's mugshotAuthor bio:

English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. She’s beginning to suspect he enjoys it.

Jo publishes regularly with Samhain. She has also been known to edit anthologies and self-publish on occasion.

Website and blog: http://josephinemyles.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/josephine.myles.author
Twitter: @JosephineMyles
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3499509.Josephine_Myles
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Hunter’s Claim (A Pack of His Own #1)

     Author: Emily Carrington

     Publisher: Loose Id

     Rating: 2.5 stars

     Buy Links: LId  and Amazon 

     Type: Standalone Novel

     Received from Publisher

 

Blurb: Luis Delgado, psychic vampire, is in lust with a half werewolf who thinks Luis is a monster. Luis can deal with lust. That’s one of the fun parts of being a psychic vampire. What he can’t handle is falling in love with the half wolf who wants nothing to do with him.

Almost nothing. Charlie craves Luis’s touch. He cajoles and teases Luis into intimate situations because he can’t resist the sex. Three things stop him from a deeper relationship: Luis eats emotions, draining defenseless humans; Charlie has become unexpected alpha of an eros pack, whom he must protect at all costs; and the TruWolves terrorist group wants to destroy everyone who supports peace between the straight and LGBT wolves.

Charlie’s desperate to guard Luis, his pack, and what seems like half the free world. How can there be time for honest and eternal love?

Continue reading Hunter’s Claim (A Pack of His Own #1)

Cover Reveal: Heavy Hitters by Taylor V. Donovan

Heavy Hitters

By Taylor V. Donovan

A while back, a good friend of mine, we’ll call her Barb, convinced me I needed to read Six Degrees of Lust, by Taylor V. Donovan.  Yes, the story wasn’t fully resolved at the end, but I needed to read it, or so she assured me.  So, after I developed a minor obsession with the story, one I’m hoping to pass on to Holly (Muahahaha!!!), I read other books by Taylor V. Donovan and found them to be not only of a consistent quality but borne of a reality not often found in romantic fiction.  Her characters are real people in tough situations faced with difficult choices.  They don’t always make the right choice at first, but it’s always a great story.  Coming in early October 2014 is the next group of characters in a new series I’ll be developing a minor obsession with.  It’s the Caribbean Tales.  A series of standalones set in Puerto Rico.  Yes.  I said standalones.  Really.  She’s done it before in Disasterology 101.    I’ll probably have to stock up on tissues.  I think this one is going to give me a case of The Feelz.

Blurb:  His toughest opponent is himself.

World Boxing Champion Santino Malavé has been fighting since he was a kid. Poverty, domestic violence, and emotional abuse were early contenders. Guilt and self-loathing were beaten into him by his homophobic dad at an impressionable age and now machismo, an integral part of the Latino culture, rules his life. In the ring he’s undefeated. Outside the ropes life constantly hits him below the belt. It takes a sucker punch from his best friend to finally knock the denial out of him and force him to face his true nature like a real man.

A natural born entertainer, Luca Betancur has grown up laughing, performing, and celebrating life among his tight-knit family under the scorching Puerto Rican sun. He has also dedicated years to deny his sexuality, study what the Bible really says, and pursue fame. Singing the wrong note on stage is not a mistake the multi-platinum award-winning singer would ever allow. Falling in love with a man is not a transgression his devout family would ever accept. The ties that bind him are strong, but the pull toward his childhood best friend may just be enough to tear it all to shreds.

Anger, mistakes, bigotry, and the need to conform put up a good fight. Can they break down the walls erected by Catholic teachings and a chauvinistic society, or will their relationship lose by technical knockout? Continue reading Cover Reveal: Heavy Hitters by Taylor V. Donovan

Hard Act to Follow Playlist: Neon Trees’ Sleeping with a Friend by Kimber Vale

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Hey, everybody! It’s me, Kimber Vale, back with another installment of my Hard Act to Follow inspirational tunage. Thanks ever so much to the lovely crew at It’s About the Book for hosting me during my tour. You put the ice in nice, and everyone knows life is better with ice. Except for maybe Germans. It’s like pulling teeth trying to get a cube for your soda over there.

So, I’ll admit that many of the songs on my playlist thus far haven’t been the shiny happy kind. Don’t worry. This one’s more upbeat than a mom of three on the first day of school. I give you Sleeping with a Friend by the ultra-fabulous Neon Trees. When my local radio station began playing this tune I was largely finished writing Kyrie and Greg’s book. The first time I heard it, though, I was thrilled to have found a song that was perfect for these two. I immediately had to look up the video and was even more excited by the lead singer, Tyler Glenn’s, utter adorableness, sharp attire, and mesmerizing moves. He publically came out within a few weeks of that, and I figured it was a sign from the heavens above; the absolutely perfect playlist song dropped into my lap. Every time it came on the radio, I’d smile thinking of my boys. I still do. I know Kyrie would dance his ass off to this song.

YouTube video for Sleeping with a Friend:

Excerpt:

“Beer!” Kyrie came from Greg’s small kitchen with two fists full of Sierra Nevada IPA. “Last two— You need to do better, buddy.”

“I try not to keep a ton of alcohol—”

“Yeah, yeah. But this is why we never hang here.” Kyrie turned around, arms spread, still laden with pale ale. “And this…” He spun around. “Is so much classier than my dump. Game nights would be sweet over on the swanky side of town, bro.”

“I let you and the other riffraff over here every other week, and the swanky side of town just took a turn for the worse.”

Liar. You let Kyrie over here and he’ll drink too much and pass out on your bed. That’s why you avoid this shit—because you can always leave his place with your blue balls and your pathetic fantasies. But Kyrie here is a live hand grenade. Duck and cover.

“Catch!” Kyrie tossed the beer underhand, and Greg barely managed to grab it with uncoordinated fingers.

“Watch it!” Greg bent to set the beer on his glass coffee table, heart thumping for a thousand reasons.

“You deserve an exploded brew for that comment.” Kyrie popped his bottle cap with a keychain opener that screamed arrest me. He dropped his keys on the table beside Greg’s beer while looking up at him with an intense stare. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately? Tired of playing with the riffraff across town?” Kyrie smirked, but pain touched his voice and eyes.

“No, man. You know I’m busy as hell. I didn’t mean that about game night…”

“You totally did.” He narrowed his amber gaze at Greg. “Kilborne’s a slob, and he and Liv would lick your fridge clean. Their combined eating forces are the stuff of legend.”

“It’s weird. She does have an amazing appetite for a girl her size.”

“It’s her thyroid, lucky bitch. Big eyes and a stick figure. She looks like a freakin’ anime.”

Greg grinned, reaching for his beer as he sat heavily on the couch. He recalled its tumultuous state and set it back on the table.

Kyrie plopped down next to him, his knee brushing Greg’s despite the vacant cushion to the guy’s left. “Here. I said I was gonna get you good and drunk.” He took a quick tug and then pushed his bottle into Greg’s hand.

“I really don’t need it. I’m there.”

“You need something. To relax. Chill out. Live a freakin’ little. Something.” Kyrie knocked his knee into Greg’s and his hand slipped off the beer and fell onto Greg’s thigh.

“I’m… relaxed.” But the buzz was suddenly scattered by apprehension. Kyrie couldn’t be this close—touching him. Rubbing the inside of my goddamn thigh!

“Chug it.” Kyrie leaned over, his breath hoppy and sweet, his top lip still glistening from the last sip he’d taken. Greg sucked in a wavering inhalation.

The hand on his leg inched higher and squeezed while Kyrie grasped the glass over Greg’s fingers and led it to his lips.

“Drink up.”

Greg opened his mouth and managed to take a sip without choking, miracle of miracles.

“Good dog.” Kyrie grinned wickedly less than a foot from Greg’s face. He took the beer back and brought it to his own lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lick the glass where Greg’s mouth had just been.

Greg almost whimpered as Kyrie sucked back a mouthful, his gaze glued to Greg’s the whole while.

Like porn when the chick maintains eye contact while giving head. Wonder if guys do that in gay movies. Despite the strange sexual attraction simmering inside him—the one that had him jerking off to visions of Kyrie way too often—Greg hadn’t had the balls to look for gay stroke films. He wasn’t even sure he’d find them appealing. He’d never even considered sleeping with men until Kyrie came along and flipped his world over like a sore loser tossing a board game.

All he knew was Kyrie’s puckered lower lip wrapped erotically around the bottle top. Paired with his gorgeous, almost challenging golden-brown stare, it sent a surge of blood to Greg’s dick so hot and fast it made him lightheaded.

“What are you looking at?” It was too close to Greg’s dream. Way too fucking close. And so was Kyrie. But instead of Greg reaching out and grasping nothing but ghost, Kyrie’s hand on his thigh pressed hard, real and reassuring. Instigating. It slid slowly inside and up while Kyrie lifted his eyebrows in question, his sweet mouth forming a tiny O that made Greg desperate to kiss him.

Greg tried to swallow, but the lump in the back of his throat didn’t move—wouldn’t allow for speech. He took a shallow breath that caught when Kyrie’s pinky wisped over his bulging cockhead. Kyrie placed the beer on the coffee table with his free hand while that little finger flirted over Greg’s ridge like it was reading braille. Reading Greg’s perverted mind through his khakis.

“Kyr—” he croaked.

“Shhh.” Kyrie leaned closer, a full hand stroking up Greg’s hard-on. “Don’t.” His lips skimmed across Greg’s, warm, soft, and tremor inducing. Greg inhaled sharply, maybe to work out a final cry for reason, but any remaining resistance fell away as Kyrie’s familiar scent overwhelmed him. Instead, he groaned as that knowledgeable hand squeezed him through his pants, and those seductive lips, a bare hint of stubble peppered above the upper one, touched down again to ply and cajole without words.

Blurb:

Kyrie is an actor with a physical aversion to telling lies, a one-eyed cat, and horrible taste in men. His ex-brother-in-law and best friend, Greg, harbors a secret crush he can’t shake. After denying his feelings for Kyrie for too long, Greg finally gives in to desire one drunken night. Come the morning, the facts get twisted. Kyrie pretends he doesn’t remember a thing—a lie that eats him alive—and Greg can’t stop thinking about how he screwed up the best thing in his life.

Before they can clear the air, Kyrie follows his dreams to New York City, but could he also be running away?

A mistake from Kyrie’s past detonates their silence, and Greg is forced to confront the man he loves. Is their new truth strong enough to support a relationship, or are they doomed to crumble under old fears? Their friendship could evolve into something a million times stronger, but maybe Kyrie’s act is just too hard for Greg to follow.

BioBeFunky_Stenciler_6K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at http://www.authorkimbervale.com. The blog: http://www.kimbervale.me.

Buy links:

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All Romance

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Kobo

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An Interview With Buck Baxter

BuckBaxter_LoveD_100dpi_cvrBuck Baxter was gracious enough to talk to us here at It’s About The Book.

Hello, Buck! Thanks so much for agreeing to answer some questions.

It’s my pleasure, although you may have to explain to me again later what a blog is. Here in Wilde City, you get the news from Skip the news-kid on the corner, or else one of your more reliable sources, preferably in some out-of-the-way gin joint where the lights are low and everybody is good at mindin’ their own business. This town is full of respectable dives where everyone knows that keeping to yourself is the best way to keep alive. But this blog business is a little beyond me. And what the hell is the internet? Some sort of equipment the cops use to drag bodies out of the river? There’s a lotta loose-lipped schmucks at the bottom of Wilde City harbour comparin’ concrete shoe sizes these days, thanks to the gangster war between Mama Marlow and Bugsy Brown. Talk about a marriage gone wrong. I tell ya, I see plenty of those in my line of work. Boy meets girl. Boy cheats on girl. Girl pops boy in the head with a pistol. It’s the kinda thing that keeps me in business. Just look at my latest case—Miss Winnipeg Whitmore wants proof that her husband ain’t nothin’ but a lyin, cheatin’, two-timin’, yella-bellied alligator. But is she after the truth… or hidin’ secrets of her own?

What’s your best memory of time spent with one the rent boys from The Velvet Viper?

Memories are for people in love. They’re for schmucks who tuck keepsakes inside books and stick photographs in albums. I ain’t got nothin’ but bad memories of growin’ up, of being trapped in that orphanage at Hell’s Bells convent as a boy. Since leavin’ there, I’ve tried my best not to be the kinda guy to collect fond memories. Visits to the Velvet Viper are about gettin’ some ass, I go there for a good time, not a long time. Sure the boys are handsome as hell, and a couple of them—like Naughty Nick who used to work there, and the new kid Clarrie and that tight ass of his—some of them have whet my whistle… and I ain’t talkin’ about offerin’ me a drink. But now that Holden Hart is on the scene, I ain’t sure I’ll ever go back to that sexy, sinful snakepit… unless of course I need some information for a case.

If Mama couldn’t get gin into Wilde City what would be your second choice of beverage?

My second choice would be to move to another town, I hear the bootleggin’ is reliable down in Atlantic City. But since I’m kinda partial to Wilde City, I guess I could stay and switch to something else. Madame Chang has more than just pot in her floating opium den The Peking Empress. I’m sure she could fix me up a potion or two that’d satisfy my needs.

We were going to ask you a question about your cannabis smoking, but we can’t remember what it was. Do you have any snacks?

I ain’t much for snacks, I’ll admit that. Perhaps I’ll chew on some beef jerky from time to time, and there’s always some ice in the bottom of a glass of gin to crunch on, if that counts. The gin never lasts long enough for the ice to melt… funny that.

Do think Holden’s family will accept you given your very different upbringings and stations in life?

My jury’s still out on Holden’s parents, Howard and Crystal Hart. I’m gettin’ the picture that Holden and his dad may not see eye to eye, and I got a feeling in my gut that Howard Hart has some secrets of his own. Stay tuned, I’ll be sure to dig for more.

Have you thought about how having a celebrity boyfriend will affect your life now?

I’ve always been one to lay low and stay outta the limelight, so I’m thinkin’ me and Holden may have some rocky times ahead. This town thinks he’s the cat’s meow, and so do I to be honest. But with his bein’ the popular party-boy and wealthy socialite that he is, I’m sure there’s gonna be moments when I step back into the shadows and let him take the stage alone. Whether or not that causes some friction, time will tell. But I’m a private detective, not a celebrity or a star. Fame is somethin’ I’ve never wanted. Avoidin’ it, however, may be a different ballgame altogether.

Considering you are a detective, why did you never think to look for your childhood friend?

I didn’t get outta Hell’s Bells till I was thrown out at the age of sixteen. I had no money, nowhere to live, no food to eat. I had to get a job to survive. I sold papers to start with… I’m the guy who got Skip the news-kid his job… the little wise-ass is yet to thank me. After that I tended bars, worked as a waiter, shined shoes, anything I could to make ends meet. All the while I kept my ear to the ground, making connections, figuring out the clockwork of Wilde City, and what—or rather who—makes it tick… which is when I fell into the job of private detective. Sure I thought of Harry a lot, but in the struggle to survive I didn’t have the time to look for him. It’s something I’ll always regret.

Do you think your kind of friending of Mama put you on her side of the break up?

I don’t like to take anyone’s side in a feud, but if I had to have an ally in either Mama or Bugsy, I’d choose Mama any day of the week and twice on Sunday. Bugsy’s the kinda guy who’ll smile at ya face then pop you in the back as soon as you turn around. At least Mama’s willing to do business. Having said that, I’d never wanna cross her. That Mama Marlow is one tough dame.

We’d really like to thank you for answering our questions, Buck.  Even if this whole blog thing is a bit confusing and you didn’t bring any snacks.

Thanks again for having me. I gotta get back to my latest case now. The divas who are starring in the new production of The Snake Charmer’s Slave down at the Maharaja Majestic Theatre keep disappearin’. Nobody’s sure if there’s a killer on the loose… or a phantom at the opera. Sounds like a mystery for Buck Baxter to solve!

Buck Baxter, Love Detective is available for purchase at Wilde City Press and Amazon as well as other retailers.

Murder On The Mountain

     Author: Jamie Fessenden

     Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

     Rating: 3.5 stars

     Buy Links: DSP  and Amazon 

     Type: Standalone Novel

     Received from Publisher

 

Blurb: When Jesse Morales, a recent college grad who aspires to be a mystery writer, volunteers to work on the summit of Mt. Washington for a week, he expects to work hard. What he doesn’t expect is to find a corpse in the fog, lying among the rocks, his head crushed. The dead man turns out to be a young tourist named Stuart Warren, who strayed from his friends while visiting the mountain. 

Kyle Dubois, a widowed state police detective, is called to the scene in the middle of the night, along with his partner, Wesley Roberts. Kyle and Jesse are instantly drawn to one another, except Jesse’s fascination with murder mysteries makes it difficult for Kyle to take the young man seriously. But Jesse finds a way to make himself invaluable to the detective by checking into the hotel where the victim’s friends and family are staying and infiltrating their circle. Soon, he is learning things that could very well solve the case—or get him killed.

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The Bone Orchard

     Author: Abi Roux

     Publisher: Riptide Publishing

     Rating: 3 stars

     Buy Links: Riptide and Amazon 

     Type: Standalone Novella

     Purchased by Reviewer

 

Blurb:  After leaving a trail of terror and death in his wake, the notorious “Missouri” Boone Jennings finally meets his match in San Francisco when US marshal Ambrose Shaw catches up to him. The story of his capture, and the marshal’s bravery, has already become legend back east by the time Pinkerton inspector Ezra Johns gets off the train from New York City to testify in the murderer’s trial.

When Ambrose is unable to give witness to the evils he’s seen, Ezra becomes their lone hope for putting Jennings in a noose. But if Ezra thinks that’s his biggest problem, he’s got plenty to learn about life—and the afterlife—in the spirited West.

Fortunately, Ambrose is there to assist, and more than happy to oblige Ezra—in the courtroom or the bedroom. He spent his life bringing justice to the Wild West, and if he has a say in it, that’s how he’ll be spending his death too.

Warning!  This review will have spoilers!

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