Saturday, August 18, 2018

#NewRelease: A THREAD IN TIME by Jess Thomas #LGBTQ #SciFi #Romance

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Book Title: A Thread in Time (The Chronicles of Darius #14)

Author: Jess Thomas

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Jess Thomas

Genre/s: LGBT, Fantasy, Science-Fiction, Romance

Length: 86,456 words/472 pages

Release Date:


Blurb

Trend is finally back with his clan and the man he loves, and the clan has grown into something that even the Jewel couldn't imagine. He has a family that loves, cares for, and protects him. They will do anything to keep him safe, even go to the fourth. When Zihen, Vega's mate, is taken, some of the elders of the clan have no choice but to try to get him back. Vega is determined to get him back and is bent on revenge, even if it means his life.

Meanwhile, Darius is being cared for by Gak the family friend and physician in his medical facility. Vien, Issaguard, and Chin-Me are dispatched to watch over him while the search for Zihen goes on. The rest of the family left on Eiravia have taken the precaution of staying in the great library for safety in case of trouble, and have to deal with the uncertainty of what their mates are facing in the fourth while coping with personal demons.

Come be a part of these adventures and more in Darius's journey in A Thread in Time!




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Excerpt

This is my continuing journal about the people I love and of my life. I have a large family, and even though I don’t talk about all them in a particular journal or just mention someone once or twice, they are around me, interact with me, and I love each and every one of them. If I wrote everything that everyone said, my journals would fill our library shelves. Some have said they haven’t read very many books in my style; that it’s hard to get used to. I invite you to read a few of my chronicles and become part of my world. Be part of my family, because you see, this isn’t just a story, it’s a celebration of life.

My name is Darius or for those who knew me on Eiravia where I was born, Paden. It used to seem strange that I had two names but now it seems right. I don’t think I’d give up either name because it would be a part of my life that I’d have to leave behind, a part of my life that will always be precious to me.

I was taken off the planet of Eiravia with two other children, the last three born on a planet of immortals. Maybe it was nature’s way of saying we couldn’t populate the universe, maybe it kept us unique, or maybe it was just a fluke. They shoved us on a ship bound for our sister planet Earth to forget who we were and where we came from, but home always has a pull. Together with Cas, Garrick, and I made it back home and realized where we belonged all along.

About the Author

Jess Thomas was born in the mid-west and she has a natural love for nature and animals. A gentle creature born to loving parents who believed in seeing the world for all its beauty, she learned the imperfections in life were something to be treasured and seen as a learning experience. An artist from an early age, she went to art school where she got a degree in drawing and painting, photography, and in Art Education. In 2009 she laid down her paintbrush and she picked up writing and channeling her creative energy in a fresh direction. A new writer, she pours sensitivity and her love of the world she has created into her emotions and the characters who live there.

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Friday, August 17, 2018

#FirstChapterFriday: The Selkie Prince's Fated Mate (The Royal Alphas bk 1) by JJ Masters #Mpreg #Gayromance


The Selkie Prince's Fated Mate
The Royal Alphas, bk 1


An MM Mpreg Shifter Romance

by JJ Masters

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Blurb:

A Selkie prince forced to produce an heir. An omega destined to become a royal’s fated mate...

Prince Kai’s life as he knows it is now over. As the firstborn alpha to the Selkie King of the North, he’s required to produce an heir. Whether he wants to or not. When the Selkie Seekers finally present his fated mate, he dreads being tied to this stranger for the rest of his life. He can only hope his omega will be easy on the eyes and somewhat intelligent.

Raised in a family of good breeding, Luca always knew it was possible he’d end up the mate for an alpha of nobility. Only to whom, he never knew. Every time the Seekers summoned him for the humiliating presentation ceremony to royalty of all levels, he feared being stuck with some unbearable, abusive or very unattractive alpha. As an omega he doesn’t have the choice to say no. Not only is it his obligation, it’s the law. If he refuses, he and his family would become outcasts and banished from the Selkie community.

However, as soon as Kai enters the Great Hall of the North, it’s clear that the handsome prince is his alpha. Luca’s pleased with the choice the fates made until the king demands that not only he become pregnant within six months but produce an alpha pup with his son, otherwise he’ll be cast aside. And getting pregnant might be a problem...

Note: A 56k word m/m shifter mpreg story, this is the first book in the Royal Alpha series. Due to the “knotty” times in this book, it is recommended for mature readers only. It can be read as a standalone and, of course, has an HEA.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

The blood rushed to Kai’s cock as he took a long, deep inhale.
This Presentation Ceremony was unnecessary. As were all the last dozen or so. There was no reason to have six omegas from all over the country—and even some from Europe—presenting themselves to him each time.
All to find his fated mate.
No matter what, it was clear. The pater of his future pups was now present in the Great Hall. He was one of the six males naked on their hands and knees, their foreheads pressed to the cold stone floor, their asses high in the air.
The second Kai had entered the hall, his omega’s slick glands had started to express themselves. It was hard to deny the scent his future mate gave off.
His hatred for these presentation ceremonies burned within him like the heat of a thousand suns. How insulting to be an omega from a good family and be forced to be on display in front of many, many other males in the hall and postulating in front of the reigning King of the North.
His sire, King Solomon.
The ruling Selkie male loved this pomp and circumstance. Kai despised it.
His father sat on his throne at the head of the hall, wearing not only his damn crown, but holding his scepter.
His freaking scepter.
But like it’d been told to Kai countless times before, it was all for the good of the race.
Sure.
Being the oldest son of five, he was next in line for the throne.
Not that he wanted it, because he didn’t.
Not that he had a choice. He certainly didn’t.
Just like he wouldn’t have a choice in choosing his future mate. That would be chosen for him due to the fates. An omega he’d have to spend the rest of his life with, who would sit by his side if and when Kai ever reigned the kingdom, and who would bear his pups.
No, Kai’s body would decide that.
So, he had no choice. None. And neither did his omega.
Kai hoped he at least found his bonded mate easy on the eyes, and somewhat intelligent. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to tolerate being tied to a male Kai couldn’t bear to look at, breed with, or even have a decent conversation with.
That would seem like eternal torture.
Kai’s nostrils flared as the sweet, luring scent of his bonded mate became stronger. His cock was now more painful than ever.
He didn’t think he’d ever gotten this hard with any of his beta or human lovers.
“Son, come forward,” his father’s deep voice encouraged. Hell, demanded.
Kai frowned at all the formality. The Royal Guards lined both sides of the hall, leaving him a clear path to the throne, the “presentation,” and his four brothers. Two stood on one side of their father, two on the other.
They looked as uncomfortable as Kai felt and Zale was giving him an intense stare that read, “Hurry up and choose, so we all can get the bloody hell out of here.”
Kai understood that sentiment well.
With a sigh, Kai moved forward, his eyes traveling over the bare asses being presented for everyone to see.
Thanks be to Poseidon, he was grateful that he was not an omega.
His nose wrinkled and twitched as he strolled down the line behind them. But his attention kept being drawn to the omega on the end.
That was him. His mate. His future.
Kai’s life as he knew it was now over. The Seekers had finally found his mate. He purposely rounded the group and then, crossing his arms behind his back, he marched down the line in the front.
Because to do so was expected. And, of course, by doing what was expected would keep his father’s ire at him to a minimum. Staying off the king’s radar was something he and his brothers have worked hard at since they were young pups.
Kai took shallow breaths through his mouth, so his omega’s scent wouldn’t overwhelm him. He certainly never smelled anything like it.
Admittedly, it was heady. It made his heart race and his cock twitch. And the strong instinct to mount and rut his omega right then and there made his mind spin.
He could just imagine what his father would say if Kai reduced himself to acting like nothing more than a horny dog humping a human’s leg.
Kai was a bit worried that it may actually happen if they didn’t hurry up and get this “ceremony” over with.
No one had explained to him just how strong his instincts to rut would become once he found his fated mate. It was quite disturbing since it made his control teeter on a dangerous edge. He gritted his teeth and twisted his fingers together behind his back to make sure he remained upright on his two feet as well as fully clothed.
Even though he knew he didn’t have to get close to figure out which male was his mate, he approached the one on the end, the light-haired one with the eyes tipped down to the floor. Those sea green eyes had flicked up in defiance just long enough for Kai to see that fascinating color. And it was the color that drew him in.
But it wasn’t only the unique shade of his eyes. Kai could scent his future mate, the one whose body went still and solid as Kai gave in and bent over, grabbing the omega’s elbow and drawing him to his feet.
His omega stood, eyes still tipped—in what Kai assumed was feigned submission—to the floor. He stepped closer to touch the tip of his nose to the soft skin behind the omega’s ear at his scent gland and inhaled deeply.
The omega’s alluring and somewhat sweet, but strangely familiar scent, filled his nostrils and lungs as his skin began to tingle. His body became warmer and his cock began to engorge.
His reaction surprised him because the male who stood before him wasn’t even in oestrus yet. With the way Kai’s body was reacting now, he couldn’t imagine how crazy out of his mind he’d become once the male went into heat.
Even so, with that one breath, Kai reflected once more that his life would never be the same again. He was going to be tied to this stranger for the rest of his days on Earth and in the Great Sea. He would now only mate with this single being and this male would be tasked to produce his heirs.
Once more, he hoped he liked this omega and could bear to live with him, otherwise he was screwed. If not, he’d have to do his duty with this fated mate and find his pleasure, his sexual release, elsewhere. A beta. A human. Whoever.
“Son...” his father called from behind him.
Ignoring the annoyance in his father’s voice, he stared down into those sea green eyes, now bravely meeting his, and asked, “What is your name?”
The male before him shuddered but stared with unexpected confidence at Kai. “Loukas. But I go by Luca.”
Kai watched the omega’s full, soft lips move as he spoke. He could almost imagine the warmth of his breath brushing along Kai’s skin as they rutted.
“Luca,” Kai murmured softly, not only mesmerized by the male’s mouth, but by those eyes of his which peeked from between thick, golden lashes. “Bringer of light.”
Luca tilted his head slightly. “If you say so, Your Royal Highness.”
Kai frowned. “Don’t call me that again,” he snapped sharply.
Luca tipped his head down, his captivating eyes following at a slower pace. “I beg your pardon, sir.” The male was obstinate, unfearful and his demeanor didn’t match his apology.
Kai liked it.
“Son!” his father yelled from his position at the head of the hall, thumping the bottom of his scepter onto the stone platform several times to get Kai’s attention. “Prince Kai.”
The king only called him that when he was irritated. Which seemed to be often.
Kai sighed and muttered, “Shit.”
He didn’t miss Luca flattening his lips before Kai turned to face his father. Not that he wanted to since his erection was now raging and there’d be no possible way to hide it.
“Yes, sire?” he asked with his own feigned obedience.
Suddenly, his father’s assistant, Douglass, was fluttering around him like a hummingbird on crack.
“Your Highness... Please. There are certain steps that must be taken...”
Kai swatted his hand at Douglass, wishing the male was as small as a hummingbird so he could knock him to the ground and stomp him with his boot. The Northern Colony would be a better place without that little pest.
“I know, Dougie,” Kai said wryly. “You’ve gone over them with me a million times. I just don’t feel like following your steps.”
“They’re not my steps, Your Highness. They’re tradition—”
Kai cocked a brow at Douglass. “And since when have I ever followed tradition?”
“If you’re going to take a mate—”
“Do I have to take a mate?” Kai glanced over his shoulder back at Luca. “Sorry, nothing personal.” Then he let his gaze roam down the male’s body. Only for a second, though. He’d inspect him closer later. When he had a lot more time. And he could do something to relieve the ache in his balls.
Douglass grabbed his elbow, making Kai freeze and look down his nose at the little pest. The assistant released him quickly, taking a step back, color flooding his pale cheeks.
“You forget yourself, Dougie,” Kai growled.
“I... I’m sorry, Your Highness.”
Kai raised his gaze from the smaller male to the head of the Great Hall. His father sat holding that damn scepter tightly with white-knuckled fingers, his face pinched and red, his eyes narrowed. Kai’s gaze bounced over to his brothers from left to right...
Zale, who had his head dropped and his body shaking with laughter. He would find this all amusing. Marlin, who stood with his arms behind his back, staring at the ceiling, probably with impatience. Caol, who was too busy eyeballing a handsome beta guard. One of a few that lined both sides of the hall.
And then there was Adrian, standing there in typical Rian style, pretending to act bored but Kai knew his brother from another mother... err, pater... was annoyed as much as their father.
Rian tended to take this kind of shit seriously, as well. Being the second oldest, he probably prayed to Poseidon every night for something to happen to Kai to make him the next reigning King of the North instead of his older brother.
Funny. Kai sort of wished that, too.
But he hoped it wasn’t his demise that made it so. He kind of liked breathing and living life.
“Father, I’ve found my mate,” Kai announced in a bored tone. “So, can we just dispose of all this unneeded,” he waved his hand around the air, “sh— garbage?”
“Yes, Father, it’s almost time for dinner and I’m starved,” Marlin drawled.
“You’ve found your mate, just like that?” the king boomed. “You aren’t supposed to go up to them and simply start sniffing, Kai.”
“But I don’t have to sniff them. I can clearly recognize my mate’s scent. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to work? Anyway, he’s here. And if you haven’t noticed, he’s the one standing there naked. Can we at least get him some clothes and send the rest of them on their way?”
King Solomon sighed with loud exaggeration. “Kai, you will be the death of me yet.”
“No, I’m pretty sure that will be Caol.”
His youngest brother shot Kai a smirk.
“Douglass,” the king boomed out. “You may send the others away. Make sure to send their families the obligatory gift along with our deepest gratitude.”
Like little Dougie needed his father to tell him what to do. The assistant took his job seriously and did his best to anticipate any of his father’s needs.
Which were many.
Douglass did a deep bow. “Yes, Your Highness.”
When he rose, Kai pointed to the beta’s face. “Dougie, I think there’s a little brown spot at the end of your nose,” he said just loud enough for Douglass and his brothers to hear.
Douglass wiped at it quickly, frowning when he found nothing.
A sharp snort came from Zale. And Caol looked about ready to explode.
King Solomon slammed the end of his scepter down on the stone floor once more. “Enough!”
“Father, you know Kai doesn’t take anything seriously,” Rian said dryly.
The king made a noise of impatience. “I’m well aware of that.” He pinned his narrowed gaze on Kai. “This is not a joke, Prince Kai. This is not only important to our royal bloodlines, our kingdom, and our colony, but our Selkie race as a whole.”
Oh, no pressure. No, none at all.
Kai tilted his head toward the king. “Thank you for reminding me of that, Father. If you’d like, my new-found mate and I can go get to know each other a little better right now and get an immediate start on saving our kind. You know, for the good of our race.”
Marlin now stared at his feet, shaking his dark head and hiding his grin.
“You know what comes next,” King Solomon said through gritted teeth.
Yes, Dougie had said that if the Seekers were ever successful on finding his mate, after the naked ass presentation would come a meal.
Like a repast after a funeral.
“We will all head directly to the dining hall and break bread with the newest member of our royal family,” his father finished and then clapped his hands loudly. “Douglass! Come bring the boy his clothes!”
Oh joy. Kai got to sit next to his mate and inhale his intoxicating scent as they sat around a table a mile long and tried to make polite small talk and eat.
He doubted he’d be able to concentrate on food.
He’d rather take his omega back to his wing in the castle, so he could get to know Luca better.
He wasn’t kidding his father about being willing to get started on saving their kind. Or at least going through the motions. Since his mate wasn’t currently in heat, there’d be no possible way for Luca to get pregnant. But it would be fun to try, anyway.
He had no idea how he was going to sit through a formal dinner consisting of five courses with his current predicament. Which was his painful erection.
As he raised his eyes to the throne, he saw his father smiling at him. The king knew exactly what reaction Kai was suffering by him being so close to his omega and not being able to mark him fully as his yet.
King Solomon was enjoying this. And that knowing smirk he wore clearly said, “Paybacks are a bitch.”


About the Author:

J.J. Masters is the alter-ego of a USA Today bestselling author who writes hot, gay romance filled with heart, humor and heat. J.J. became fascinated with mpreg romance as soon as she figured out what mpreg stood for. She loves to write about "knotty" men!

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Thursday, August 16, 2018

#Win a $15 #Amazon GC: UNSCREWED by Ren Alexander #ContemporaryRomance


Unscrewed
Ren Alexander
Publication date: August 14th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Greg Rodwell.
The myth, the man, the legend.
Yeah. I’m none of that crap.
Okay. I’m a man. There’s that much.
Almost everyone calls me Rod, whether I like it or not. I’m the guy others look to for a laugh, a dirty joke, a distraction—the office clown. Even my best friend, Hadley, laughs.
It’s just that, I’m not always laughing. Not even on the inside. Nobody knows the real Greg or the agony I hide with humor. My recently dead sister had a clue, but she’s in no position to blab. I screwed up big time—then and now—but it’s all my undoing. Through everything, Hadley’s been my cure and my curse. And I fell in love with my married best friend. But she wasn’t always married, and I wasn’t always broken.
I had a millisecond of a chance, but I blew it, siding with morality. What guy does that? And sailing that sinking ship all the way down, I sacrificed my wants for her needs. Doing that, I fathered a kid with the office trouser troll. Stupid? Hell to the yes. Because now, regardless of the grand total, I want something I can’t have. Integrity and my sanity be damned.
But nobody, especially Hadley, can know the real Greg Rodwell, my tortured soul, my unashamed love, or my darkest truth, because it wouldn’t just blow her mind.
It would rock our damn world.
EXCERPT:
Do Jewish vampires avoid the Star of David?
Does killing time damage eternity?
Do you need a silencer if you shoot a mime?
Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?
If a person dies and then rises from the dead, do they get a refund for the coffin?
“Did you fall in?”
Widening my eyes at the piss-colored wall tile, I restlessly sigh, dramatizing my annoyance. Can I not get a moment of fucking peace around here? It’s the only place I’m able to ponder life.
“Just taking a piss break, Amos.”
“Could you at least give a courtesy flush?” The fucker laughs, and it echoes midstream while I throw him a middle finger from behind the door. Without seeing him, I know he’s checking out his bald reflection in the mirror, blinding the room.
“I’ll get right on top of that,” I reply like a dial tone as I near the finish line, imagining I’m pissing on his face. He’d probably like that shit, though.
“You know, there are urinals in here.” His pompous voice reverbs, giving me a double dose of his assholery.
“Oh. I thought they were snooty sinks.” I yawn as my actions also echo within the stall. Jackwad.
“Don’t be playing around in there. I need a face-to-face after lunch, so make sure I don’t see more than your face and zip your pants.” He just wants to think of me holding my dick. Perv.
On the third shake, I qualify for playing with myself as I check my watch at the same time. I don’t want to see him when I leave this stall. I guess it’s time for the big guns, so to speak.
Rolling my eyes, I moan—not my greatest moment—and noisily suck air between my teeth, praying to God nobody else walks in right now. With a loud, stuttered sigh, I give the fourth shake, grinning to myself. I hear his jaw, and his disbelief hit the sink. Don’t fuck with me, comrade. You’re no match for me.
Amos mutters, “Okay. Okay. Just stop. I was only kidding. I’m leaving. My office in 30.”
“Yes, Obi-None.”
Because Amos Vaughn is so transparent, I know he’s squinting his eyes at me from the other side of the door, unsure of how to respond. Lacking comeback skills, he heaves his brawny body into the door, at the mercy of my patience. “It’s 29 minutes now, Rod.”
Rod. Yeah. That’s me. I used to be just Greg Rodwell. A nickname given to me by a former coworker troll has transcended even her tenure here. Now, most of my coworkers and my godforsaken boss call me it. Though, that’s the tamest version of names the bitchtress used to call me, giving that my middle name is Richard. Draw your own conclusions. Sometimes I’m still Greg at work, but not often and only by a select few. I’ll never escape Rod while working here. I’ve accepted it. I just hate the source.
I’ve also accepted that I’m the office clown, making everyone laugh. In reality, I should be a goddamn marvel for the services I provide since most of my coworkers are garbage humans. I’ve crafted my distance, deflecting with my carefully sculpted wit, aged to perfection in oak barrels for nearly 29 years—an undiluted, rye wit, you could say. That’s my superpower. Fuck me. I need a job at a distillery.  
Tucking myself and my shirt back into my pants, I kick at the handle. Emerging from the stall as I buckle my belt, the sound of the flushing toilet swirls the Amos-free room just as Crick Scanlon enters. I instantly grin. With his Caesar haircut, circa George Clooney 1996, this particular coworker is a favorite of mine. Maybe it’s because he’s the Arctic opposite and doesn’t outwit, allowing me to polish my skills. To those who don’t know him, he has a wallpaper-paste personality. That’s their loss. Because of his eerie quietness and formalness, his rare laughter is a goldmine. He takes anything I lob at him. Crick is the coloring book to my bucket of crayons. I aim to shock the hell out of him, making him laugh or gape in horror, which, coincidentally, is how my mother often looks at me on any given day. “Hey, Crock. Get fucked last night?”
His face reddens faster than a novice ass at a BDSM club. He looks at the wall with an expression like I just kicked him in the liver. “Uh, no. Um…you?”
My grin doesn’t falter even as I go for a depressing lie. “You know it. All night. Every night.” He’s a decent-looking guy. He could probably find a date if he tried. I’m pretty sure he’s gay like Amos, not that they’re dating each other. That would be fucking disturbing. Crick deserves way better. Not Amos Vaughn. He’s a sick fuck.
Crick makes an effort to not look at me. I dig his awkwardness, so I grab a bigger shovel. “If you’re like me, I bet you’re a beast in the sack.” When he looks at my hands working my buckle, I tease, “I’m not doing no replay of last night for you.” He swallows loud, gaping at me. Bingo. “Just yanking your chain, Crack. Calm down.” I laugh when he looks at the ceiling, still quiet. “Maybe I can help you find a date. What’s your type?”
“I’m not really into dating right now.”
Finished with my belt, I go for the sink. While washing my hands, I watch Crick scratching his arm through an unnecessary sweater for the early October weather. “Come on now. I know a sex fiend is hiding beneath that submissive exterior.” Images of him being collared at one of those clubs make me flinch at my own reflection.
He shrugs as I catch a surprising quirk of his lip in the mirror. “I’m boring, Greg. I don’t have much luck as you do, especially with a certain coworker.” Goddamn it. Don’t say her name.
The sudsy water swirling in the sink temporarily enthralls me, so I don’t have to see either of our expressions. “Uh… She’s… We’re—”
“Shasta?”
Looking up at the mirror, I glare at both of us. Shit. Joke’s on me.
Shasta. Enough said.
Actually, no. I have plenty I want to say about that meat sock. I wish I could blame Shasta for what we did, but I was the one who went to her. It was a last-ditch effort to forget my life for the night. And shit did I do things with Shasta I’m not proud of, not that I wouldn’t do them again. Just not with her. And thanks to a busted condom, I’m glued to her. Enjoy that mental image.
Grabbing a paper towel, my smile shrinks faster than my dick earlier, feigning jerking off for Amos. “Never.”
“Well, Greg, I mean, you do have a daughter with her.”
Shooting my wad—not that kind—into the trash, I try to laugh, but I’m still caught off guard by his unusual commentary. “No. Yeah. I meant, never again, not even if hell froze over, melted, caught fire, and then froze again. Damn, Crick. You know how to destroy a guy’s day.”
He clears his throat as he inches toward a urinal. “I didn’t intend to. I’m sorry. I thought since you were joking around, I needed to engage.”
“Jesus Christ. What a day for you to grow a vagina.”
I return to the mirror, adjusting the Windsor knot of my Storm Trooper tie while he says, “Um, right. Well…” Through the mirror I see him staring at the urinal, and I’m half expecting him to start singing In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel. I never said he wasn’t peculiar.
I snort. “You need a bathroom pass or an engraved invitation?”
He slightly smiles. I’ll take that as a win. “No. I was just…”
“I’m just busting your balls.” Crick looks away from me, and I feel super awkward now for saying that. “Uh, right. Anyway, enjoy. Not too much. There’re some sick bastards working here.” Why can’t I just shut the fuck up? As I leave, I hear his quiet laugh. There’s that, at least.
When I reach the hallway, I’m ticked for now thinking of Shasta. I guess talking to Crick does have its drawbacks.
Taking a left, I steer clear of my office since it’s attached to Amos’. I’m not ready for that follicle-challenged psycho again yet.
Approaching the open door, I hear a familiar voice. Stopping in the doorway and leaning against the frame, I straighten my tie and cross my arms.
She looks my way with a bright smile as she talks. I don’t know how she does it, but I grin back at her. It’s a requirement.
Hadley.
My favorite person. 
Well, I guess next to my infant daughter and my older sister, Eden, but to be fair, my daughter is new in town, and my sister is dead.
I watch Hadley move as she talks. I’m always watching her.
Hadley and I have been BFFs since I started working as a paralegal at the law offices of Rhodes, Dryden, Charleton & Associates over three years ago. Only that long? It feels like I’ve been rotting here for a century and a half.
Hadley turns her attention back to her computer screen as she nods. Her honey-brown ponytail dances along while I stare, and I can’t help but do that, even though I have no right. When she laughs, my gaze drops to her bouncing tits, larger than they used to be only months ago. Her left hand goes to her chest, and her sapphire and diamond rings catch the overhead light, blinding me while reminding me. I didn’t give her those rings, but I may as well have with the lengths I went to get them on her finger.


Author Bio:
Ren Alexander was born in Wheeling, West Virginia. She graduated from West Liberty University, where she received a B.S. in criminal justice. Although interested in that field, her true passion was reading and writing. She currently lives in Detroit, Michigan with her husband, two daughters, and two cats.
Ren's novel, "The Keys to Jericho," was chosen as an "Official Selection" in the Romance category of Apple Literary's 2017 Annual Book Awards.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

#CoverReveal: CHANGE OF PLAN by Keeley Homes #RomanticComedy #NewRelease


Change of Plan
Keeley Holmes
(Serendipity Series, #4)
Publication date: September 17th 2018
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance
Penelope hadn’t planned on getting pregnant.
But now she is, her plan includes a water birth, calming candles and music, it also includes keeping the baby far away from her controlling mother.
With her mother interfering in her life demanding she had a sophisticated baby shower with her snobbish friends, Penelope takes charge and organises a week in London… Two weeks before her due date.
What could possibly go wrong?
Theatre plays, crazy golf and fake celebrities are planned, but she should know by now that plans don’t always work out. And when she goes into labour far way from home, does it really matter that she can’t have the water birth and whale music…? What she needs is a hospital, and her husband here with her.
With her friends rallied around her, she’s about to add a baby to the baby shower, and thanks to the drugs, she’s even happy that her mother is here.
It’s time to meet Baby Wilson.
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Author Bio:
I've loved reading and writing since before I can remember. It's always been a passion of mine to write for people and for them to enjoy my work.

I'm currently writing my way through an adult series and thinking about what I can do for the Young Adult/New Adult scene. There's always ideas floating around in my head.

When I'm not writing I'm reading or watching films and enjoying time with my boyfriend, little dog and family.

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Monday, August 13, 2018

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REVVING IT UP SERIES by W.S. LONG

The stories revolve around two main characters, Caleb Youngblood, and Sebastian Rush. Caleb was raised in a NASCAR racing family and wants to pursue a racing career, but being gay and in the closet causes a problem when he falls in love with Sebastian who doesn’t want to keep their love hidden. 

Although they can be read as standalone, the stories are probably best read in order to get the full character developments. 

BOOK 1


Book Title: Starting His Engine

Author: W.S. Long

Publisher: JMS Books LLC

Genre/s: male-male romance; erotic romance

Length: 16 336 words/59 pages


Blurb

Athletic and handsome, Florida boy Caleb Youngblood has always wanted to race stock cars like his father and his brother. The roar of the engines, the smell of the burning rubber and the thrill of speed courses his veins. Racing is as much a part of him as the sun and surf of the Florida ocean he loves.

But, when Caleb falls in love with sports writer Sebastian Rush, he must make a decision. Will he stay in the closet and follow his dream, or can he make a life with Sebastian and follow his heart?


Excerpt

Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.


Garrison didn’t say anything until Joan and Earl left the room. Caleb moved closer and hugged his brother. “Glad you’re okay, man.”

“Thanks. What’s in the paper bag?”

“Clothes. I figured you needed to borrow a fresh shirt and shorts. Joan suggested I stop by your place and get you some clean clothes, but I wanted to come over right away without stopping at New Smyrna so I just grabbed you some of my clothes.”

Caleb handed the bag to Garrison who peered inside.

“What’s this?” He lifted a pink muscle tank top. “Holy shit! I’m not wearing this!”

“What about the shorts I brought?”

Garrison took out the blue shorts and eyed them. “These are girl’s shorts.”

“No. They’re male shorts, just a really, really, really short pair, meant to highlight posterior assets.”

“I’m not wearing these. My balls would be hanging out of them!”

Caleb snorted while Garrison threw the clothes at him. “You’re never appreciative of the things I do for you.”

Garrison mouthed the word asshole and then laughed.

“Did you expect anything less?”

“I guess not, little brother. Where have you been, by the way? You’ve been MIA for like two to three weeks.”

“Dad and I, well, I don’t know how to explain it,” said Caleb.

“Joan told me. She said dad wants Youngblood racing to focus on one driver for marketing and endorsements.”

“I guess that’s one way to put it,” said Caleb as he walked toward the window. “I asked him why, you know. He said he didn’t have to explain himself. That’s when I told him I didn’t want to ever talk to him again.”

“Dramatic much?” laughed Garr.

Caleb turned away from the window and sat next to Garr. “If he never wanted me to race the majors, why would he even let me drive period?”

“I don’t think we ever had a choice did we? I mean this is the family business. At least I didn’t have a choice -- not like I’d want to do anything else. But you? You shouldn’t have dropped out of college. I know you came back because of Mom.” Garr patted Caleb’s thigh. “I’ll talk to Dad and see if I can talk some sense into him. I don’t know what’s going on lately. I know Joan and he like to keep the business side of things to themselves, but we all need to know why Dad is doing what Dad is doing.”

“You’re the better driver, Garr.” Caleb paused. “If he just came out and said, we’re going with Garrison because he’s the better, I’m fine with that. But to just say, I’m not racing anymore, especially the majors? I’m not ten years old. Dad should just give me the reasons why, not just say, I’m out. I’m done.”

They both sat in silence for a moment before Garrison spoke. “So what have you been doing lately? Bob says you show up in the shop and check out the cars when Dad’s not there and then leave.”

“I’ve been trying to send out feelers here and there about Formula racing and maybe racing for another team.”

“Does Dad know this?”

Caleb shook his head. “Nope. And don’t tell him either.”

“Joan said you’re dating a new guy?”

“That’s old news. We’ve been dating for more than a little over six months.”

“And you’ve never introduced him to me?” Garrison raised his shoulders and shrugged, and gestured for more information with a wave of his hands. “And?”

“I like him.”

“What’s his name?”

“Sebastian.”

Garrison’s eyebrows arched. “Sebastian?”

“He doesn’t like to use his middle name, Harry.”

“Last name?”

“Rush.”

“Okay. Are we going to do very short answers, now? I’m your brother. You don’t have to be secretive around me.”

Caleb exhaled. “I know.”

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BOOK 2


Book Title: Too Tough to Tame

Author: W.S. Long

Publisher: JMS Books LLC

Genre/s: male-male romance; erotic romance

Length: 20 268 words/70 pages


Blurb

After Caleb Youngblood proposed to Sebastian Rush, the two men think everything should be smooth sailing. Marriage planning has started and the future is bright. Caleb is an openly out stock car racer, while Sebastian is offered the chance to work with a major TV studio as a cameraman at the Rio Olympics.

But Caleb is at a crossroads. The racing world may not be ready for an openly gay driver. Even though he wants to race, the family business is barely making money. And Caleb, being the face of Youngblood family, may be too much for conservative fans. Meanwhile, when an ex-lover of Sebastian’s reappears, secrets from his past cause friction between Sebastian and Caleb.

Should Caleb continue to race? Is Sebastian’s and Caleb’s love for one another strong enough to overcome what happened in the past? Or is their life together too tough to tame?

Excerpt

Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

“That’s all you have to say?” asked Sebastian.

Caleb sat on the edge of their bed and removed his dress socks, and then his pants. Clad only in black boxer briefs, Caleb stood and rummaged through the dresser for a tank top, cotton socks, and running shorts. As he put his top and shorts on, Caleb broke the momentary silence. “What else is there to say? That ... ummm ... maybe you should have told me you were engaged?” Caleb took a seat again on the edge of the bed, and drawled out the last word, his eyebrows slightly arched, his jaw set firm. “I knew you had a serious relationship before me.” Caleb raised his hands up, both palms open. “But a serious relationship and an engagement are two different things.”

Sebastian knew that Caleb was still angry, based on Caleb’s tone and Caleb’s refusal to look him in the eye. “I didn’t tell you I was engaged for only two days because I was embarrassed.”

Caleb straightened and now squinted at him. “Embarrassed?” Caleb’s voice betrayed incredulity.

“David broke up with me. I proposed. He said he didn’t love me enough to marry me.”

“So you proposed to him?” Caleb whispered, who turned away from Sebastian.

“Yes. I did,” answered Sebastian. “But, he’s in the past.”

Caleb stood. “I can’t talk about this right now. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you wouldn’t tell me about being engaged before. I mean, to me, that’s a pretty serious commitment. It’s something I would tell you if I’d ever been engaged.”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal. If I had known you would be upset by it, by the fact that I was engaged for two days, I would have told you. I don’t love him, Caleb. I love you,” blurted Sebastian. “I didn’t know what love truly was until I met you.”

“Your mom said you were in a pretty serious relationship before me. You said that. Maybe I’m making something out of nothing. Maybe I’m just pissed you’re going to Rio with your ex. I can’t filter all these emotions that are rushing through me right now.” Caleb stood and headed out of the bedroom. “We’re not done talking. But I need to clear my head.”

Sebastian nodded. “I’ll make dinner, okay? I’ll see you after your run.”

Caleb didn’t say anything; Sebastian heard the front door close, then Sebastian sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasping the top of his head. Somehow, he had to persuade Caleb that David was in the past. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he fished out the cell.

David had texted him. Nice seeing you. We need to catch up before Rio.

Sebastian had a choice to make, and he knew it. He just didn’t know what to do. He punched in the contact tab on his phone and called his mom.

After a few rings, she answered. “Sebastian?”

“Hey, Mom. How’re you?”

“I’m good. Your sister just picked up your niece.”

“Awesome. Is this a good time to talk?” asked Sebastian.

“Sure, honey. I was about to start dinner but it can wait a few minutes. Why, what’s up?”

“Did Caleb ask you about David?”

“Who?” Ginny asked.

Sebastian repeated the question. “Did Caleb ask you about David?”

‘No. Caleb didn’t.”

“Then how did Caleb know I was engaged?”

“Oh. I told him.” Ginny’s voice trailed then she spoke again. “Was it supposed to be a secret?”

“Mom, I hadn’t told him. You know I was pretty upset about the break-up.”

“I know, honey. And don’t be mad, but I told Caleb that you both shouldn’t rush into getting married.”

Sebastian’s body tensed. “What?”

“Don’t raise your voice at me Sebastian Harry Rush.”

Sebastian rubbed his temples. “Oh, God. Why, Mom? Why?” He pulled the phone from his ear as he closed his eyes and silently counted to five to calm down.

“Sebastian, I’m worried that you’re rushing into a wedding. You haven’t even known each other for a year.”

Sebastian sat there on the edge of the bed. He heard his mother continuing to talk, but he stopped paying attention. She said something about September. Then something about his niece, Mindy. But all he could think about was Caleb sitting in his mother’s living room, and Ginny telling Caleb to delay the wedding. “Mom, I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”

“Okay, honey. That’s fine. I got to start dinner anyway. I love you, son. You know I’m only looking out for you, right?”

“Thanks,” he whispered. He wanted to scream, but he knew it would only make matters worse.

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BOOK 3


Book Title: Crossroads

Author: W.S. Long

Publisher: JMS Books LLC

Genre/s: male-male romance, erotic romance

Length: 23, 280 words/80 pages

Release date: August 18, 2018



Blurb

Caleb and his husband Sebastian are at a crucial crossroads in their lives. New York City has put challenges and opportunities in their path, and without race car driving in his future, Caleb worries about the future and money. At the same time, Sebastian presses him to have kids. Keeping their love going is Caleb's main goal.

When their friend Cujo visits from Florida, he meets their roommate Tristan. Cujo has always wondered about having a college romance. What would have happened if he wasn’t afraid of being with another man? Tristan is charming and loving, and presents a new challenge to Cujo, who’s now faced with a decision that will change his life forever. Once he embarks on this path of love, there is no turning back. Can he overcome his fears to find love in a new way?

Excerpt

Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

When Cujo stepped outside the restaurant and walked two blocks, he hadn’t expected the full intensity of Times Square to wallop his senses. All the lights were on and the different screens blasted alternating pictures, advertisements, and music. “Wow, this is amazing.”

“I told you I was going to show you something incredible.”

“You delivered, buddy. You delivered all right. This is epic.” Cujo fished out his cell phone, tapped the camera icon, and took pictures. “Hey, Tristan, stand over there, I want to take some pictures of you.”

Tristan moved so that The Lion King JumboTron was immediately behind him as a Coca Cola sign flashed red and white lights nearby.

Tristan posed effortlessly for Cujo’s camera. The way Tristan walked, talked, and acted reminded him of Brett. Sweet, kind, and shy Brett. Cujo stopped taking pictures and scrolled through the photos of his camera. Tristan had inched closer and Cujo smiled.

“How’d they turn out?” Tristan asked.

“Very beautiful, I think.” Cujo showed him a photo of Tristan smiling. “It doesn’t hurt that the model is pretty attractive.”

“Thanks,” Tristan said. Cujo wasn’t sure with the lighting outside, but Tristan probably blushed at the comment.

“You remind me of someone I knew in college. He was a sweet, kind guy. A little soft. Not in a bad way but just someone who probably didn’t have an ounce of anger or hate toward anyone.”

“If that’s a compliment, I’ll take it,” Tristan said.

“It is.” Cujo showed the rest of the pictures to Tristan. “His name was Brett. And he was my first and only experimentation with the wild side.”

“You’re quoting me a phrase from a Lou Reed song?”

“Yes, I am,” Cujo said. “It’s actually one of my favorite songs. Did you know that David Bowie was one of the producers of that song? And he played guitar for it?”

Tristan nodded. “I love that song, too. So forward for the 70s. You know I think it was the first song about transgendered women and gay men to become popular?” Tristan leaned against a metal rail as they both took in the ever-changing spectacle of lights around them while casually crowd-watching the tourists and locals. “Why do you like it?”

“I just like the feeling the lyrics conveyed and the tempo,” Cujo said.

Cujo wanted to admit that he’d first heard it when Brett had played the song for him. Brett had explained the lyrics when they were both high on pot at the frat house. Then Brett leaned over unzipped Cujo’s pants and jacked him off to Lou Reed and later to Billy Squier’s, “The Stroke.”

“I love this place! I love this city,” Tristan said. “I thought I’d miss Florida but I don’t.”

Cujo laughed. “You know, I’m starting to fall in love with it, too.” And maybe it’s because of you. “Hey, if you’re ready to go, let’s grab a taxi. I don’t want to ride the subway back, if it’s okay. I want to see the lights of the city from the cab.”

“Fine by me,” Tristan said.

It didn’t take them long to stop a taxi as several had dropped off tourists in the same area. Once inside, they settled in the back seat. “Let me text you some of the pictures I took.”

Tristan handed Cujo his cell phone so Cujo could punch his number in and Tristan texted him a greeting text. Hey.

Hey back. Cujo typed before he sent a few pictures. “I had a good time tonight.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

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About the Author

A military brat, who entered the military himself, W.S. Long practices law in Florida, reads, writes male/male romance, and believes in happily-ever-afters. Married to a great husband, he enjoys theme parks, movies, geeky stuff, and traveling when not working or writing. 


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