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Hi everyone! Today we have Cooper Davis visiting with a new fantasy novel from Samhain and a steamy tease of an excerpt ;) Settle in and have a peek!  A King Undone
by Cooper Davis Samhain Publishing Sometimes you have to risk everything, to follow your heart… Noble Pleasures, Book 1 In a world where gentlemen openly court and marry fellow noblemen, the threat of scandal still lurks behind every velvet drape for kings and princes. Such has been the fate for King Arend Tollemach, forced to sacrifice his heart on the altar of regal duty. Now that his wife is dead and his royal obligations are at an end, he’s ready to take an unthinkable risk. King Arend seeks a concubine from Temple Sapphor, a secretive, gated world where he will finally shed his virginity—as least as it pertains to making love to a man. Julian never thought he’d spend ten years on the temple shelf, passed over again and again. Just when he despairs of ever finding placement in a nobleman’s bed, Arend walks into the temple. A lonely eyed, beautiful king who could easily steal his heart. Arend discovers he has no problem opening his bed to the exquisite concubine. The problem lies in finding the key to his long-shuttered heart. Warning: Contains a beautiful, virgin king desperate to bed another man, a concubine who fantasizes about being claimed and revered by a strong monarch, and a sea of scandal set against a sensual, palatial backdrop. Purchase Links: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/King-Undone-Noble-Pleasures-ebook/dp/B00MX2DQ2C BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-king-undone-cooper-davis/1120185734?ean=9781619224278 Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/a-king-undone Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/do/book/a-king-undone/id911401338?l=en&mt=11 Google: http://books.google.com/books/about/A_King_Undone.html?id=mahUBAAAQBAJ Excerpt: The servant glanced up into Arend’s eyes, and they shared a strange look that caused a fluttering deep within Arend’s belly—a tingling awareness of his own sexuality, of desire and longing, and of what another male could profoundly stir in him. The servant’s full, sensual lips parted on a sharp inhale, and still the pair of them stared, wordless, unmoving as if caught in a butterfly net together, drowning in heat and summer-warm awakening. At last, the servant broke that dazed spell. With a beseeching smile, he lifted his heavy ring, laden with some dozen keys of various sizes. Arend swiped the damnable thing, turning it over in appreciative study. “Good blazes above! How many locks are required, precisely, to protect all the fine manhood dwelling behind these walls?” With a quick glance at the gate, he counted padlocks then spun to face the other man anew. “Three. Three corroded locks? ’Tis that all they think of your merit and beauty?” Cat Eyes tucked one errant wave behind his ear, a gesture so sexual it might as well have been a pleasuring stroke between Arend’s parted thighs. “At least, sire,” the man told him demurely, “I should never ride past thieves, taverns and highwaymen unprotected—were I a king.” “Were you a king, I daresay you’d do whatever the devil you wanted, as you strike me as a most independent, free-spirited fellow. But to our point at hand”—Arend slid his gaze down the man’s lean, muscular form—“I wonder if even three locks would keep the lusty lads away should they ever learn of you. Frankly, I rather doubt it.” And then, with a gleam in his eye, Arend slowly raked his gaze back upward in unabashed appreciation. “No, I am quite certain now. Even ten iron locks would prove utterly useless in barring the fellows from the lovely likes of you.” A brandy-rich laugh escaped the male’s full lips, but he gave no further reply. Arend studied him for a moment. “Ah, so this time you’ve no clever rejoinder for your king?” “Seems as I do not. Except”—the male smiled at him, a wavering beam of beauty that Arend was barely prepared to handle—“should I not fasten these gates directly, my king might witness something quite ugly.” “Oh?” Arend lifted one eyebrow. “Yes, a gang of randy toughs might, in fact, make off with me in the manner of lusty highway bandits.” The male shook his head with exaggerated concern. “Not for royal eyes, my king.” “I’m not so sure. I’m having a moment where I imagine you kicking some wicked male’s broad backside.” “No, sire.” The beautiful man smiled most charmingly, then cracked his knuckles in a display of raw manhood. “I’d knee every last one of them in the balls. See, I’ve dealt with unwanted suitors before.” Arend gave him an openly admiring look. “And won, no doubt.” “Whyever else do you imagine they finally locked me behind these temple walls? Wasn’t for my own protection, I assure you, although I prefer not to tangle with any overeager temple marauders. Even with my strong knee.” Arend barked a laugh and returned the key ring with a valiant flourish of his hand. “By all means, secure your safety.” The servant cast a glance at Arend’s present, unmoving position, then looked squarely at the gate. “The king yet bars me from my task.” Arend gazed down at the male, desperate to reach out and drag him into a possessing, ravenous kiss. “The king,” he said, moving much, much closer, “pledges to use his signet ring to dash the teeth of any randy male who moves upon your astonishingly lovely person.” Arend stepped back abruptly. “But please, proceed, good sir, and I shall impede you no further. For now.” At last the drawn-out process with the locks and jiggling keys was finished—including one huffing moment when the servant had to throw his hip into the whole business, exposing a lean length of leg—and the man spun to face him. That robe, unfortunately for the servant, did not, having been caught upon the heavy gate. As the man stepped forward, the fabric lifted ever higher until Arend saw that, beneath the flimsy garment, Cat Eyes wore no other adornments whatsoever. Once the male realized his predicament, he became vexed, pulling at his robe and twisting his torso in reddening agitation until Arend stepped forward gallantly. “There now, allow me.” The peeved fellow grunted, still trying to pivot so he could free his robe. “I am positively mortified,” he groaned. “I, by contrast, will admit to being positively delighted by your misfortune.” Arend stilled the male’s fingertips against the padlock, then gently set to loosening the fabric. “And I’m even managing to come off as valiant in the bargain.” “Yes,” the servant breathed, still straining and fretting, “for it is the very definition of valiance to revel so in my shameful quandary.” “Perhaps not, but it is most male of me, given that your predicament has exposed a winning view of a handsome—and very bare—muscular backside.” The male gaped at him over his shoulder, but Arend urged him face-forward again, laughing as he worked and chattered. “And I am quite partial to dainty moles, especially when located just so upon the buttock. That you possess two such beauties along that dimpled cleft only doubles my fascination and gratitude that you’ve landed in this bare-arsed mess.” At those words, Cat Eyes shouted and lunged forward like a powerful, manly gazelle, an action that finally dislodged his robe from its entanglement, much to Arend’s biting disappointment. Once the fellow had placed some distance between them, he spun to face Arend, aghast. He smoothed the front of his robe, reassembling himself quick as he could. “I am not ordinarily such a lummox, my king. Never am I, so please do not assume me clumsy or-or…” Arend brushed off his hands. “You are most winning when aggravated. Has anyone ever observed that before? All feisty and golden flushed—especially when another man is all but disrobing you in broad daylight.” Arend gave him a guileless smile, unable to help himself, despite how frothed up the poor fellow had become. The male gaped at him, blowing a curling blond wisp out of his eyes with a soft whoosh of breath. “You are not a gentleman.” Arend couldn’t help laughing and downright uproariously. “Of course I am! I live in a palace and reign as king of this full and mighty realm.” “Those two aspects,” the man advised him with downright deadly calm, “are hardly definitive of polite behavior, and I wish to become concubinary to a gentleman. Do you suppose you could manage to behave like one, were I to enter your service?” Arend whispered back to him, just as softly. “So very, very cheeky.” The servant’s lips parted, and he gave his head a stunned shake. “Something has…overcome me, sire. Apologies.” Arend gave him an equally astounded glance. “Accepted. Fully.” “And see? You are a gentleman, quite so.” Arend swallowed, trying to find his breath. Trying to still a swamping, leveling dizziness that had enveloped him from the very outset of the interaction. “It would be astoundingly easy to set about pleasing you with some regularity, I should think. Which probably qualifies me as the gentleman you seek, but likewise terrifies me in the main.” The blond male shook his head as they each stepped toward the other, seemingly drawn that way. “No. Do not be afraid—not that. No, no. You are the king, and I but a temple servant.” Arend pressed a trembling hand to his brow and dabbed at perspiration. “’Tis a wonder but I forgot that fact for a moment. You seem to do a remarkable job of making me lose my head.” “Take comfort in the fact that you, at least, managed what I did not. You kept your clothes upon your person, a feat which was apparently quite beyond me.” About Cooper Davis: Cooper Davis first discovered the allure of m/m storytelling when she watched My Beautiful Launderette with a college roommate. Later, her passion for stories about men falling in love and finding their HEA together was stoked by online slash fiction. After years as an avid fan of m/m and slash, Cooper finally decided to try her hand at penning her own stories about same-gender romance and love. A voracious reader across all subgenres of m/m fiction, Cooper is particularly fond of courtships set against the breathless backdrop of scandal and intrigue found in period drawing rooms. She is thrilled that her first historically themed m/m romance series debuts this December with A KING UNDONE (Samhain). Contact info/links: Contact info: http://cooperdavisbooks.com/contact/ Website: http://cooperdavisbooks.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/CooperDavisBook Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cooperdavisbooks
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Time for some paranormal fantasy in which I get to deal with Gaelic words and the cats sleep through the whole reading :)  Tempted from the Oak
by Rory Ni Coileain Ellora's Cave Amazon All Romance With his blue eyes and heart-melting smile, Gavin could have been made to order to entice Tearlach, a lonely tree spirit. But the human has been enticed—stolen from snow-buried Minneapolis to the Scottish Highlands by Tearlach’s darag, the ancient oak tree of which he is the living spirit. Tearlach is trapped within the darag by the terrible memory of his own death—hundreds, maybe thousands of years ago, but as recent to him as his last heartbeat. And if desire for the handsome human fails to tempt him out, spirit and oak are both doomed. Gavin is more than willing to be Tearlach’s temptation. But Gavin has a history of his own—a hopeless dream, one impossible relationship after another. Surely a perfect lover, a sensual tree spirit living in the shadow of a holy mountain half a world away, is another unattainable dream. Can he expect Tearlach to trust his heart when he doesn’t trust it himself? About the author: Rory Ni Coileain majored in creative writing, back when Respectable Colleges didn’t offer such a major, so she designed it herself-- being careful to ensure that she never had to take a class before nine in the morning or take a Hemingway survey course. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa at the age of nineteen, sent off her first short story to an anthology being assembled by an author she idolized, got shot down in flames, and found other things to do, such as nightclub singing, for the next thirty years or so, until her Fae started whispering to her. Now she’s a lawyer, a legal editor, an Irish dance teacher, and the mother of a teenaged son, and amanuensis to a host of Fae who are all anxious to tell their stories. Email: [email protected] Website: http://rorynicoileain.wordpress.com After a bit of a tech-induced hiatus, we are back :) The normal Tues/Thurs schedule will resume after I catch up! Today we have the SF story, Renegade. Time, love and desperation. Always a volatile combination...  Renegade
by Jaime Samms Dreamspinner Press Cover Art: Catt Ford Amazon All Romance Spaceship captain Tom lost copilot and lover to a slipstream accident, but he refuses to accept Briak is dead. As he loses himself to his obsession, his ship begins to exhibit technical glitches and personality traits not normal for a shipboard computer. It gets worse as Tom finds a new pilot and decides to manipulate the slipstream to go back in time and stop the accident from happening. But if Tom can’t figure out the problem, the space-time jumps may tear the ship—and his dreams of reunion with Briak—apart. For all the info on Jaime's work, please visit the website Jaime Samms Today we have a visit from the boys at Wild R and the lovely Silvia Violet - Tristan! Aprons! Christmas decorating madness! But yeah...I should let you read for yourself :)  Tour Dates: December 15, 2014 Tour Stops: Parker Williams, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Molly Lolly, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Rebecca Cohen Writes, Cate Ashwood, Guilty Indulgence Book Club, Havan Fellows My Fiction Nook, LeAnn’s Book Reviews, MM Good Book Reviews, Fallen Angel Reviews, Andrew Q. Gordon, Love Bytes, Queer Town Abbey, Wicked Wolves and Dreaming Dragons, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Hearts on Fire, Velvet Panic, Wake Up Your Wild Side Cathy Brockman Romances, Multitasking Mommas, the Twins: Talon ps & Princess so, Michael Mandrake, The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat, Angel Martinez, Kristy's Brain Food, Bayou Book Junkie, BFD Book Blog, Because Two Men Are Better Than One  Wild R Farm Christmas by Silvia Violet Publisher: Silvia Violet Cover Artist: Meredith Russell Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Christmas-Farm-Book-ebook/dp/B00QE3K340/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1417364854&sr=8-1&keywords=wild+r+Christmas All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-wildrchristmas-1689443-145.html Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/497592 Blurb: Every year Cole Wilder hosts a big Christmas dinner for all the employees of Wild R Farm, and every year he takes on too many responsibilities then ends up exhausted and even more cranky than usual. This year, Cole’s husband, Jonah, is determined things will be different. Not only is he having their bathroom renovated to add a little luxury to their lives, he’s got plans to whisk Cole away for a Christmas vacation. But getting Cole to agree to let their ebullient friend, Tristan, organize Christmas at the farm is easier said that done. Tristan promises to take perfect care of the farm, but as soon as Cole and Jonah leave, chaos ensues—couples fighting, construction disasters, kitchen woes. The only thing keeping confessed Christmas-o-phile, Tristan, merry is his boyfriend, Wes. He knows exactly what Tristan needs so they can pull the whole Wild R Farm crew together for the happiest Christmas they’ve ever had. Excerpt: “Wes! Come help me!” Tristan shouted. Wes pushed himself up from the couch where he’d been doing research for his latest case. “Just a sec.” When he stepped into the hall, he froze in disbelief. Tristan was stuck in the doorway with at least three shopping bags in each hand. “What did you do?” Tristan looked at him like he was a simpleton. “I went shopping.” Wes sighed as he held the door open so Tristan could push through. Then he followed his lover to the living room where Tristan dropped the bags in the middle of the floor and plopped down beside them. “I thought you went for a run. What the hell were you doing shopping on the day after Thanksgiving?” Tristan again stared at Wes like maybe he’d been replaced by an alien, one without much brainpower. “Buying Christmas decorations, of course.” “Christmas decorations?” Wes did not want to consider the possibility that all those bags were full of Santas, reindeer, and glittery balls. Tristan’s balls were all Wes required this Christmas. “Sure. I thought we could put them up this afternoon.” Wes’s horror grew as Tristan pulled out a red and green sweater. “Look what I got for Cole.” Tristan held up the offensive garment and Wes fought the urge to shrink backward. On the front was a wolf in a Santa suit surrounded by sheep wearing elf hats. It said “A Wolf in Santa’s Clothing.” “That is… hideous.” Tristan laughed. “I know. Isn’t it fantastic?” “Tris, look… I don’t—” “Check these out.” He held up lights shaped like reindeer. “They even blink.” Wes knew arguing with Tristan was useless but he felt compelled to make a small effort anyway. “I usually just put a wreath on the door.” Tristan gave him an innocent look, the little bastard. “Really?” “Tristan.” “Oh, it’s just a few little things,” Tristan said, clearly unconcerned about Wes’s frustration. “Tell me you don’t have an album of cats meowing Christmas songs in there.” Tristan put his hands on his hips, which looked ridiculous with him sitting on the floor surrounded by Christmas decor. “How insulting! Do you really not know I prefer the barking dogs? I find cats too… slinky.” Wes groaned. “You’re going to be even more impossible than usual from now until Christmas, aren’t you?” “I’m going to be festive.” “A tree, stockings, maybe a few other small items. That’s festive enough. I can’t live in the middle of North Pole Central.” Tristan rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a scrooge.” “Tristan, I will not—” Tristan’s sly, sexy grin derailed Wes’s train of thought. “I’m sure I can change your mind.” “You’re always so damn sure you can get your way.” And all too often he was right. Tristan crawled across the floor, and talk about slinky, he looked more jaguar than stallion. Wes’s cock took immediate notice. Wes dropped his legs open, knowing Tristan was playing him but not caring. No matter how annoyed he was, he wasn’t going to turn his man down. Tristan settled himself between Wes’s thighs and put his hand on the fastening of his jeans. He caught Wes’s gaze, green eyes twinkling. “Christmas is the season of giving, sweetheart. Just tell me what you’d like me to give.” “You’re offering sex in exchange for turning the house into Tacky Christmas Wonderland?” Tristan popped Wes’s snap. “I am. Tell me what you want.” “Tristan.” Wes tried to sound ominous but probably just sounded horny as hell. Tristan slid his zipper down, not easy in that position considering how hard Wes was. He licked his lips and looked into Wes’s eyes. “You want to tie me up? Paddle me? Tell me what it’s gonna cost.” Wes’s breath caught as Tristan ran a finger over his cock, which was still trapped behind his boxer briefs. “This is insane.” “I give something, you give something. What’s insane about that?” With a mischievous smile, Tristan opened Wes’s jeans wider and pulled his cock free. Author Bio: Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary, sci fi, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring. Contact Silvia: Email: [email protected] Website: http://silviaviolet.com Facebook: http://facebook.com/silvia.violet Twitter: http://twitter.com/Silvia_Violet For a list of Silvia’s available titles: http://silviaviolet.com/books a Rafflecopter giveaway  Hi everyone! We have the lovely Lexi Ander here with us today to talk about her new story, Keeping Faith. Lexi is giving away one free e-book copy for every 20 people who comment on this blog post. We'll run the contest portion until 12/8, so get those comments in! Lexi has some thoughts for us on Keeping Faith and a special excerpt - hi, Lexi! I wanted to give Angel a huge thanks for hosting me. {{hugs}} Today I wanted to talk a little about writing edgy/dark scenes. To be honest, I didn't just stick my toe in the water. I figured that if I had to go there then I had to get wet, not simply test the waters. Creating a suspenseful scene with a dark edge isn't something that I've done before but I also know it's not something that I could do halfway. If I had to take the characters to that place then I wanted the readers to share in the experience. To hold their breath in anticipation, to absolutely need to turn the next page because there was no way they could put the book down and wait until tomorrow to finish the story. If an author is going to take the reader and the characters down a dark corridor then it needs to feel real, otherwise why go there? The sh*t-storm that I pulled from the William Harte's backstory was a serious issue that in real life would lead to dangerous consequences. I had to respect that, but at the same time infuse the story with the magic of life, love, and sprinkled with a smidgeon of faith. Cause let's be honest, when we have dark days, thoughts of our loved ones or the antics of our pets or even a gift, a small inconsequential token speaks to us. Little things that mean nothing to the outside world has the ability to give us strength, reminding us to breath, and that the burdens will eventually be lifted. Trent, AJ, and Brock find themselves dealing with a situation not of their making and they have to find the courage and the will to keep believing that they can make it through. The average person won't find themselves in the same predicament as our guys, but the consequences—the doubt, the second guessing ones actions, the worry, the anger, the fear, the joy—we all can understand on some level what they are going through. If something about the story makes you hold your breath, breaks your heart, or perhaps causes you to sniffle just a little bit then I did something right while telling you the story of this dark path that Trent, AJ, and Brock must traverse. AND if you do all of that and follow our guys back out onto a sunny path where you end up smiling and maybe laughing a time or two… well then, I couldn't ask for more. Side Note: If you haven't read Playing For Keeps, it is a free read that you can find on Fireborn's website or over at All Romance (ARe). I would suggest reading it first before jumping into Keeping Faith. Today's excerpt goes along with theme of dark paths. Thank you for stopping by and reading!  Keeping Faith By Lexi Ander Publisher: Fireborn Publishing, LLC Available now! Genre: Action/Adventure, ADVISORY- Contains moderate violence, Category Length Novel, Comedy/Humor, Contemporary, Family Drama, Happy Ending, HEAT, Holiday-Winter, Male/Male, Ménage, Mystery/Suspense, Part of Series, Romance Heat Level: 3 Flames Buy Links: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Keeping-Faith-Unshakable-Lexi-Ander-ebook/dp/B00QBDTMY0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1417270136&sr=8-1&keywords=keeping+faith+lexi+ander Barns & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/keeping-faith-lexi-ander/1120832891?ean=2940150073036 Are (All Romance): https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-keepingfaith-1689373-145.html Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/keeping-faith-2 Fireborn Publishing: http://firebornpublishing.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&cPath=5&products_id=49 Blurb: Trent, Brock, and AJ are excited to spend Christmas together in their new home but secrets and dark dealings by Trent's estranged father interrupt their plans. Brock is kidnapped and Trent and AJ scramble to find a way to get Brock back before it is too late. Several months after Trent Harte was drafted into the NFL, he, AJ Barnes, and Brock Everette are settling into their new home in Miami. Christmas is approaching and they are excited to share another holiday season with each other. Unbeknownst to them, William Harte, Trent's estranged father double-crossed a deadly adversary and then disappeared. To draw William out of hiding, Trent becomes a target. In a horrible twist of fate, the kidnappers grab Brock instead leaving AJ and Trent scrambling to find a way get Brock back. Detectives believe Trent is responsible, and with each passing hour the likelihood of Brock returning home alive dwindles. Brock traded his safety to ensure his lovers were out of harm's way. He would do it again even knowing he'd end up captured and restrained in a part of town that no one in their right mind would willingly go. The kidnappers are terrifying, but Brock is a fighter, holding onto hope with both hands. He must decide to either wait to be rescued or find a way to escape. Stuck between the wills of a ruthless assassin and an insane mob thug, something needs to happen soon or he'll never see Trent and AJ again. Excerpt: "Whatever you do, if they catch up, don't get into a vehicle with them. Promise me you'll fight them with everything you have. What am I saying? You will, I know you will. When the cab takes off call the police." "Brock." Trent tried to interrupt. AJ didn't think Brock was listening and kept on with his confusing list of things he wanted Trent to do. AJ tuned out Brock's frantic words and scanned the parking lot, his hackles rising. Something was coming but he couldn't see what it was. With an efficiency AJ thought he'd lost, he assessed every person, looking for the looming threat. Brock would never act like this unless something or someone scared the holy hell out of him. If Brock was terrified then AJ needed to be on guard. The itch of wrongness AJ had experienced earlier returned, pegging him between the shoulder blades as if a sniper had the three of them in their sites. Suddenly he wished he had a sidearm, his palm itching for something to grab onto. "Trent Harte!" Brock made a noise sounding like a low squeal and pushed Trent against the cab. AJ placed his palm between Brock's shoulders to hold him there while AJ assessed the situation. Turning, he kept his body between the person who spoke and his lovers. The reporter whom Brock despised, Richard—Ricky—Robert, yeah, Robert stared at the hand AJ held out stretched between the two of them, a silent demand for him to come no farther. AJ's unwavering gaze met the astonished one of the reporter's. "Hi. Robert Sturges. I'd like to speak to Trent Harte about an interview." "Oh for the love of God, we don't have time for this." AJ heard Brock say from behind him. "Let me move, AJ, I need to get Trent into the taxi." He withdrew his staying hand and stepped to the side so he could see Brock and Trent as well as keep the newcomer in his sight. "Brock, you need to tell me what's going on." AJ's voice came out low and tense. He met Brock's wide eyes. By the shuffling of Brock's feet AJ could tell the sense of urgency Brock felt hadn't lessened with Robert's interference. Brock shot a glare at Robert before returning his gaze to AJ. In a low voice he said, "Inside the café two men were talking about taking Trent. I think they're some crazed fans or something. I called the police but they didn't sound like they believed me. They said they would send a car but if they don't get here in time… the crazy people sounded serious, AJ." Brock's gaze broke away and he seemed to search the parking lot. The click of a shutter drew AJ's attention. Robert lowered his camera, his eyebrows halfway up his forehead in an expression of shock turning to excitement. "Oh my God, Robert! Get lost you leech!" The volume of Brock's voice rose with every word, hurting AJ's ears near the end. "I told you it would be a cold day in hell before Trent gave you an interview." "Trent doesn't need you dictating to him. If he doesn't want an interview then he can tell me himself. Besides it looks like all I need to do is wait around to—" Brock didn't seem to be listening to the nosy reporter. AJ moved closer to hear Trent arguing in a low voice with Brock. "I'm not going anywhere." AJ grabbed Brock's arm when Brock attempted to push Trent into the cab. "Let's go back in the café, wait for the police. Surely no one will try anything with so many people around." "I agree," Trent said. "You don't know that," Brock replied with hissed vehemence. "You can't guarantee his safety, AJ." Brock's eyes glistened like dark pools. It was evident Brock was terrified for Trent. The cab's driver side window rolled down, and the woman stuck her head out, craning her neck attempting to look at them. What she said told AJ she'd overheard their conversation. "I'm not sticking around to get shot. In or out, you'd better make up your mind quickly." AJ noticed Trent open his mouth to reply but a white van rolled through the parking lot toward them, catching all of their attentions. The two suspicious men AJ had noticed earlier could clearly be seen through the windshield. "Brock?" AJ said, needing to know if these were the same men Brock had spoken of. Brock's renewed attempts to get Trent into the cab doubled. The van's passenger, a man in what AJ guessed his early twenties, stepped from the vehicle. Large dark sunglasses hid his eyes, his dark hair flopping sloppily over one lens, his body half-hidden by the door as if he was undecided about leaving the van or not. The driver seemed to be arguing with him. The repetitive sound of the reporter's camera shutter told AJ that Robert had resumed taking pictures but he couldn't spare a minute to reprimand him. An object very much resembling a gun hung in the passenger's right hand. AJ looked back at the café and its glass windows. Could they make it to the restrooms? Was there a lock on the door? Would the door be sturdy enough to deflect a bullet or clip of bullets? The place was packed with people. How many would be injured as the gunman tried to get to them? AJ had no way of protecting Trent. He made a decision. "Trent, get in the cab. Do what Brock said. Call the police, don't stop for anything but the police, and don't come back."  The first book for Trent, Brock and AJ - if you want to see where it all began :) Playing For Keeps Blurb: College running back, Trent Harte, has been living with his lovers, AJ Barnes and Brock Everett, for two years. Caught in a compromising position, rumors abound. It's hard enough to be an openly gay football player, but gossip and snide comments only add to his stress. Threats against his partners causes Trent to wonder if he should step back from the relationship. AJ and Brock know there is something wrong when Trent begins to pull away. A call from Trent's father only adds to his distress. AJ and Brock refuse to let him shoulder the responsibility alone and they call for help. Will Trent find the strength to withstand the pressure and hold on to those he loves? Or will AJ and Brock be too late to convince Trent that they are playing for keeps? Tour Stops: 12/1 – Toni Griffin's blog (http://www.tonigriffin.net/blog) 12/2 – Hearts On Fire Reviews (http://heartsonfirereviews.com/) 12/3 – Angel Martinez's blog (http://angelmartinezauthor.weebly.com/) 12/4 – World of Diversity Fiction (http://www.wodfreview.com/) 12/5 – Lexi Ander's blog (I know, this is like cheating!) (http://lexiander.blogspot.com/)  About Lexi
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners. Web site: http://www.lexiander.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lexi.ander.9 Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/LexiAnder1 Blog: http://lexiander.blogspot.com/ E-mail: [email protected] GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6521302.Lexi_Ander In which Christmas peeks over my shoulder... A correction to the information in the video: I misspoke and said the publisher was Blaine Arden books. The publisher of the Fifth Son is actually Cayendi Press. Sorry about that.  The Fifth Son
By: Blaine D. Arden Published By: Cayendi Press Published: Nov 28, 2014 Word Count: 24,000 All Romance Amazon Smashwords Barnes and Noble A prince without power In a land where magic is commonplace, Prince Llyskel has none. He can’t command spells, he has never been taught to fight, and as the fifth son of the King, he will never rule. Everyone believes he’s a weakling, most of all himself. Powerlessness is Llyskel’s problem—and his pleasure. In his secret fantasies, the prince dreams of nothing more than finding himself helpless at another man’s hands… particularly the hands of Captain Ariv of the Guards. Then Ariv makes Llyskel’s dream a reality, and as the powerless prince surrenders to the soldier’s desire, he finds his own true strength at last. But a web of royal politics is closing around Llyskel, threatening to tear him from his lover, and it will take all his newfound courage to escape… |
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Angel writes (mostly) Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around queer heroes. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware and full time inside her head, she has one husband, one son, two cats, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate. |
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