Wednesday, 17 October 2018

Boy Shattered by Eli Easton - Release Blitz



Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 85,000 words approx.

Cover Design: Tiferet Design

Blurb

Brian
You’ll make it out of here, Brian. I swear.
I had everything—school quarterback, popular with girls, and my dad was proud of me. I told myself it didn’t matter no one knew the real me. And then I nearly died. Landon saved my life. He’s the bravest guy I know. He came out a few years ago, proud and fierce, and he ran into gunfire to help others. Me, I’m a mess. Can’t even stand to be in a room with the curtains open. But here’s the thing about losing it all: You get a chance to start over and be someone new. Only how can I move on when the two shooters who attacked our school were never caught? And why do I feel like I’m still in the crosshairs?

Landon

Will you kiss me?
When I came across Brian Marshall,the hottest guy in school, dying on the cafeteria floor, I did what anyone would do. I tried to save him. His request surprised me, but I figured he needed comfort, so I kissed him on the forehead. When he survived and came back to school, he was broken in body and mind. He still needed me, and soon we were unlikely besties. But what I saw at school that day woke me up. I want to demand action on gun control, lead protests, raise my fist. I’ll tear the world down if I have to. And if I can get the man of my dreams and save the world at the same time? I’ll take it. Only I didn’t understand that the horror at Jefferson Waller High wasn’t over.


About Eli

Having been, at various times and under different names, a minister’s daughter, a computer programmer, a game designer, the author of paranormal mysteries, a fan fiction writer, and organic farmer, Eli has been a m/m romance author since 2013. She has over 30 books published.

Eli has loved romance since her teens and she particular admires writers who can combine literary merit, genuine humor, melting hotness, and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story. She promises to strive to achieve most of that most of the time. She currently lives on a farm in Pennsylvania with her husband, bulldogs, cows, a cat, and lots of groundhogs.


In romance, Eli is best known for her Christmas stories because she’s a total Christmas sap. These include “Blame it on the Mistletoe”, “Unwrapping Hank” and “Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles”. Her “Howl at the Moon” series of paranormal romances featuring the town of Mad Creek and its dog shifters has been popular with readers. And her series of Amish-themed romances, Men of Lancaster County, has won genre awards.


In 2018 Eli hopes to do more of the same, assuming they reschedule the apocalypse.


Her website is www.elieaston.com

You can email her at eli@elieaston.com




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Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Slide & Rare (Roads Series 1 & 2) by Garrett Leigh - Release Blitz






Roads Series - Available Exclusive to Amazon and on Kindle Unlimited

Book #1 - Slide - Amazon US | Amazon UK 
Book #2 - Rare - Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #3 - Circle - Amazon US | Amazon UK

Slide is available for FREE until Thursday October 18.

Cover Design: Black Jazz Design

Slide

Don’t look back. Don’t you ever look back…

Shy tattoo artist Ash has a troubled past. Years of neglect, drug abuse, and life on the streets have taken their toll, and sometimes it seems the deep, unspoken bond with his lover is the only balm for wounds he doesn’t quite understand.


Chicago paramedic Pete is warmth, love, and strength—things Ash never knew he could have, and never even knew he wanted until Pete showed him. But fate is a cruel, cruel mistress, and when nightmares collide with the present, their tentatively built world comes crashing down.


Traumatic events in Pete’s work life distance him from home, and he doesn’t realize until it’s too late that Ash has slipped away. Betrayal, secrets, and lies unfold, and when a devastating coincidence takes hold, Pete must fight with all he has to save the love of his life.


Rare

Paramedic Pete Adams lived through the year from hell watching his lover, Ash, fall apart, and the precarious balance between work and home is becoming more strained. His heart is always home, with Ash, but the dark side to his job is weighing him down.

Tattoo artist Ash Fagin is recovering from a nervous breakdown triggered by revelations about his traumatic childhood. His battle with mental illness is far from over, but with Pete by his side, he's feeling good again, so good he doesn’t notice something missing until it walks right into his living room.


Ash believes he’s had enough coincidence in his life, but when a voice from the past comes looking for him, it takes the devastating injuries of the one he loves most to convince him to let a ghost become the family he never knew he wanted.


Author Bio


Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer, currently working for Dreamspinner Press, Loose Id, Riptide Publishing, and Fox Love Press.

Garrett's debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards.


When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.


Garrett is also an award winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at blackjazzdesign.com, and co-owns the specialist stock site moonstockphotography.com with renowned LGBTQA+ photographer Dan Burgess.







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Monday, 15 October 2018

Building Forever (This Time Forever #1) by Kelly Jensen




337 Pages
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Buy links: Riptide | Amazon US | Amazon UK

Blurb

Charlie King is doing fine. Sure, he’s a widower raising a teenage daughter who just got her first boyfriend, his book series isn’t writing itself, and he has a crush on his new neighbor — the guy next door. But everything’s just fine.

Simon Lynley is doing better. He moved to Bethlehem to fall out of love and rebuild his career. An affair with his neighbor isn’t part of the plan, but the attraction between them is too hard to ignore.

But when Simon’s ex follows him to Pennsylvania seeking reconciliation, and Charlie’s life starts to feel like a video on repeat, everything comes apart. Charlie worries that he’s failing as a father, and Simon is a distraction he can’t afford. Meanwhile Simon doesn’t know if he could survive being left again, and he hasn’t come all this way to make the same mistakes. But despite their fears, it’s only together that they’ll find the strength to slay old foes and build the forever they’ve been waiting for.

Review

*Sighs* Such a wonderful, heartwarming, and charming book.

Some books are like a whirlwind, picking you up and not letting you rest again until you’ve read the last page. Other books are like a comfortable blanket, wrapping you up in their warmth and leaving you with a huge smile on your face and a warm heart. Building Forever squarely lands in the second group, although I did have a hard time putting the book down when life interfered with my reading.

I dare anyone to read this book and not fall at least a little bit in love with both Charlie and Simon. Charlie is nothing short of adorable with his run-away motor-mouth and Simon is such a wonderful study in contrasts between his calm exterior and his inner turmoil. Both men struggle with relationships that have ended; Charlie’s due to his wife’s way too early death and Simon at the hands of a cheating long-term partner. And both of them fully deserve this opportunity to find happiness again.

I loved that Charlie’s bisexuality wasn’t an issue for either man. Charlie has always known he is attracted to men. The fact that he’s never had an opportunity to explore that attraction because his former wife pregnancy when they were both still teenagers put a stop to any experiments…until now. Simon arrives at exactly the right time for Charlie to widen his sexual horizons.

This is mostly a smooth, even-paced and gentle story with few large emotions or upsets. But, when shit does hit the fan and throws Charlie into a backward spin, it is for completely understandable and relatable reasons. What’s more, it’s thankfully not dragged out and dealt with in a way that is as charming as it is believable.

This book features a fabulous cast of secondary characters who add to the story and allow us to see both Simon and Charlie from various perspectives and the writing is pristine, faultless even. So I have no problem summarizing my feelings about this book as follows: Building Forever was a winner for me. A wonderful story featuring charming protagonists, a gentle and enthralling love-story, and endless moments that brought numerous smiles to my face. I’m looking forward to the next titles in this trilogy.



His to Save (Candy Cane Club #2) by Ari McKay




Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 60,000 words approx.

Cover Design: Dianne @ Lyrical Lines



Candy Cane Club Series




Book #1 - His To Serve - Amazon US | Amazon UK


Blurb


He’s the perfect sub -- gorgeous, responsive, and yet aloof, and every Dom at the Candy Cane fantasizes about claiming the sub who calls himself Saiph.


Nick Tierney sees through the facade of utter submission Saiph projects, and his instincts tell him Saiph has some complicated issues. He would love to help Saiph, but his desire seems hopeless in the face of Saiph’s adamant refusal to do a scene with any of the gay male Doms. Then Saiph offers himself up at the Candy Cane’s charity auction, and Nick seizes the opportunity to claim Saiph for himself, if only for a single night.


The chemistry between them is electrifying in its intensity, but Nick also comes away convinced Saiph needs help. Can he convince Saiph to take a chance and let down his guard enough for Nick to discover a way to help him heal? Or will Nick’s rapidly deepening feelings drive Saiph away for good?


Author Bio


Ari McKay is the professional pseudonym for Arionrhod and McKay, who have been writing together for over a decade. Their collaborations encompass a wide variety of romance genres, including contemporary, fantasy, science fiction, gothic, and action/adventure. Their work includes the Blood Bathory series of paranormal novels, the Herc’s Mercs series, as well as two historical Westerns: Heart of Stone and Finding Forgiveness. When not writing, they can often be found scheming over costume designs or binge watching TV shows together.

Arionrhod is a systems engineer by day who is eagerly looking forward to (hopefully) becoming a full time writer in the not-too-distant future. Now that she is an empty-nester, she has turned her attentions to finding the perfect piece of land to build a fortress in preparation for the zombie apocalypse, and baking (and eating) far too many cakes.


McKay is an English teacher who has been writing for one reason or another most of her life. She also enjoys knitting, reading, cooking, and playing video games. She has been known to knit in public. Given she has the survival skills of a gnat, she’s relying on Arionrhod to help her survive the zombie apocalypse.






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Saturday, 13 October 2018

Orc Haven by Beryll & Osiris Brackhaus - Release Blitz


Book Title: Orc Haven

Author: Beryll and Osiris Brackhaus

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Anna Tiferet Sikorska | tiferetdesign.com

Genre/s: Fantasy FF Romance

Heat Rating: 1 flame 

Length: 73 000 words /225 pages

It is a standalone story.

Release Date: October 13, 2018


Buy Links: Amazon US  | Amazon UK

 

Blurb

The great war is over. The Dark Queen has fallen, slain by a dwarven champion as the prophecies foretold.

Still struggling with her transition from farmer's daughter to Hero of the Free Races, Irma barters her newfound fame for the power to change things for the betterment of all - including her former enemies.

With the Dark Queen's death, her subjugated orcs either succumbed to madness or were slain in battle. Only few orcs remain, and Irma has sworn to protect them, to help them find their place among the Free Races. One of them is Vash, a breeding mother from the pits, searching for a new home among the ruins of her old world with a tiny horde of orc children in tow.

When they meet, they discover that despite their differences in size, upbringing and race, they share the same hopes for the future. And while the odds they face seem overwhelming, the feelings growing between them may be strong enough to overcome them all.

From Rainbow-Award-winning authors Beryll and Osiris Brackhaus comes a sweet, happy f/f romantasy that begins where other epic fantasy novels end, a stand-alone novel about courage, hope, and the importance of family.

Excerpt

Chapter 1

Vash sniffed the pale blue berry. It didn't smell of much, but that might have been due to the fact that her fingers smelled so much stronger, sour with sweat. Cautiously, she bit into it and nearly spit it out when its sharp taste exploded on her tongue, tangy enough to prick like needles. She had to force herself to keep her mouth closed and wait. It didn't burn, so that was good. Her only way of telling whether it was poisonous was to trust her instincts, and so far, they had proven surprisingly accurate.

Like those roots she had found her maggots chewing on once. She had told them to keep away, but ‘no’, they just had to. A few hours later, they had been whimpering about their belly aches. They had been lucky nothing worse had happened. They could have died. Or they could have been back in the pits, where they would have been thrashed – first for disobeying and then for whining.
With a shudder, Vash forced that thought away. They were all lucky to have gotten out.

She swallowed the bit of berry and waited for that queasy feeling she got whenever she tried something inedible. Surprisingly few things out here were. The orcs‘  fabled constitution apparently also applied to being able to eat almost anything. Until their escape from the pits, she had never eaten anything but the slop cooked in their huge, grimy kettles. All the food delivered to them from outside went into those pots and was cooked until it didn't taste of much at all. Even when their guardians had been set on slim rations, they had still received plenty. Vash were more important to the war effort than some stupid grunt that could easily be replaced. Vash were who made those replacements. They were the rarest kind of orc – those who could breed.

Her stomach grumbled angrily, but it was a pang of hunger, not nausea. Vash smiled. The berries were good and there were several bushes of them. A single one didn't bear many fruits, but all together, they would feed the maggots tonight. And, if she managed to reign them in, they might even have some for tomorrow. She popped the other half into her mouth, and this time, she welcomed the taste. She started picking the bushes clean, gathering the berries into the makeshift bundle she had made of a tattered cloak.

Her own clothes were a ragged mix, the simple, coarse shift she had been wearing in the pits and whatever she had picked up since – a pair of sturdy leather pants that were a little too short, and a thick, padded tunic which she wore over the shift. Her lower arms and her feet were wrapped in rags both for warmth and protection. She'd even found a pair of fitting boots on a corpse a few days ago.

”Vash?”

The voice calling her was small and pitiful, full of fear, but it made a flash of anger run through Vash. She had told them again and again to stay inside the cave. It wasn't safe out here. Not for her and most certainly not for screaming, little maggots.

Stretching up to her full height made her back com- plain after having worked bent over for a while. Her bundle was nearly full and not many berries remained on the bushes. It was one of the two biggest maggots, the one with the crooked tusks, that was bumbling through the underbrush like an idiot, attracting pits knew what with its squealing. Its bright green skin didn't provide any camouflage in the mud-brown of the above-ground world.

Her first urge was to grab it and shake sense into it, but she didn't. Usually, that made them howl, and that was the last thing they needed now.

”I'm here,” she called out, trying to keep her voice low enough so it wouldn't attract any hostile attention and yet loud enough so the maggot would hear her.
Luckily, it was paying attention. As soon as it turned in her direction, it caught sight of her and hurried over. Judging by how scared it looked, it knew that it shouldn't have come out here. Vash expected it to cower before her, but instead it ran straight at her and clung to her with its short arms.

”Vash!”

What the pits was wrong with the little shit? The urge to peel it off herself warred with the urge to hug it protectively. They weren't supposed to coddle the mag- gots. Strong, dumb, merciless orc grunts weren't forged through care and tenderness. The instinct to do it anyway plagued all vash, but only after the fall of Dark Queen Na- kuru did those instincts override the iron control she had maintained over her subjects. Vash shook herself. Since the maggot only came up to her waist, she knelt down and wrapped one arm around it. Was it actually sniffling? The Queen's fall sure was doing funny things to all of them.

”I told you to stay in the cave,” she admonished gruff-ly, once it had settled down. ”Why did you follow me?”

It muttered a reply she couldn't understand.

”Speak clearly!”

It shrank away, but caught itself. ”Vash stop breath- ing,” it repeated, now paying attention to the words.

For a short, blissful moment, Vash had no idea what it was talking about. She was breathing perfectly fine. Then it hit her who it had to be talking about. The old toad. ”No...”

Vash stared down at the little maggot. It had to be mis- taken. The old toad wouldn't dare leave her alone with the maggots. She couldn't just up and die. She had made Vash run away with her and the maggots in the first place. Yes, she was old as pits, ugly and wrinkled and stinking. And their flight had taken its toll on her, the lack of rest and food weakening her. But she had been taking a nap when Vash left to scavenge for food. She had told Vash what to do all her life. When Vash had been a little maggot, when they had found out that she would grow up to be vash, in those short, extra years between being a maggot and vash, when she had been nothing, when she had become vash, during her first breeding and after, when she had raged like every fresh vash trying to keep her first maggot... The old toad had always been there.

”Vash? Am scared.”

The maggot was standing a pace away from her, now hugging itself, yellow eyes huge with fear. Orcs weren't afraid of anything. Orcs were proud and strong. Orcs got fear thrashed out of them when they were maggots.

Only there wasn't anyone but her to do the thrashing now and pits take it all.

Vash pulled the maggot back in and hugged it with both arms now. I'm scared too, she thought, but there was no one she could tell, and no one to hug her.

”It's all good,” she lied, “I've got you.” And that wasn't a lie.

Concentrating on the things she could control, that was the way forward. One step at a time. Just like the old toad had always said.

”Look, I've found berries for us to eat. They are very nice.”

That got the maggot's interest and it struggled free of her embrace to hungrily stare at the berry-filled bundle, though it didn't dare reach for it.

Vash picked one out and held it out to the little shit. ”Here, you may have one.”

Of course it didn't take the time to savour it. Just snatched it out of her hand, stuffed it into its mouth and swallowed greedily. It did look mighty pleased with it- self.

Vash picked up the bundle and made sure it was tucked in tightly so no berries would fall out. Only then, did she start walking back towards the rocky hillside where they had found the narrow cave that had served as their shelter for the last two nights.

The maggot followed close behind, not straying from her side. Before they ran, it had never seen the outside of the pits. Maggots remained at the pits for the first four to five years of their lives. Then they were taken away to be trained into proper orc grunts. Only those discovered to be vash were allowed to remain. It took another three to four years for them to mature enough for their first breed- ing. Vash never left the pits at all.

The wide open world under the even wider sky was too big to comprehend. It was hard to judge the size of things or how far away they actually were. What looked like a nearby rock might turn out to be a distant hill.

It was as scary to Vash as it was to the maggots, but she didn't show it. If she appeared weak, the maggots wouldn't respect her, if they didn't respect her, they wouldn't obey her, if they didn't obey her, they would get themselves killed. She wasn't going to let that happen.

It was a long way to walk. It was a small miracle that the maggot hadn't gotten lost while looking for her. It was keeping up well despite the fact that its legs were much shorter than hers and it practically had to run. It would have made a good grunt, hardy and strong. Another month or two, and they would have come to take it.

In the last year, they had come to take them young- er and younger. The great armies of the Queen needed bodies. They were told that her plans to conquer all were progressing as intended. Vash had never doubted it. She should have. If everything was going according to plan, why were things changing? But doubting, or even just 11 thinking, weren't things a vash did. A vash bred and nur- tured and obeyed.

The first rumours that something extraordinary was happening had come only days before the Queen's fall. Rumours that they were not conquering, but in fact being attacked. That the other races had built an army of their own, that they were trying to overthrow the Queen. They had all scoffed at the notion. Nakuru was all-powerful. She was undying. Even without a single orc grunt to do her bidding, she could smite all of them. How dare they raise a hand against her?

And then she was gone. Her eternal presence snuffed out like a candle's flame. Her eternal grasp on all her creatures evaporated like sweat dripping on a burning ember.

Vash had no idea what had happened and not much interest in the details either. The sudden chaos engulfing her well-ordered existence had kept her plenty busy. No more food being brought was just the first minor sign. Some of their guardians had turned on them and the maggots, while others, who had never seemed different from the attackers, had defended them more fiercely than Vash had ever thought she'd see an orc fight. Not with mad rage and bloodlust, but with honest conviction and care for their charges. Huddling with the other vash and the maggots, she hadn't known what to do.

Until the old toad barged in and grabbed her, shout- ed in her face to take the maggots she was pointing at, load them up with anything useful she could find, and to come along. The maggots chosen made no sense to Vash, some of them were almost old enough to be taken away for training, but two were still tiny things, barely able to walk on their own, though back then the thought hadn't even crossed her mind.

Old Toad knew all the tunnels of the pits, knew how to avoid the fighting, knew how to get out.

Vash hadn't asked any questions. She had been too numb. She had obeyed, like she was used to.

Later, she had asked why old toad had picked her. Why not a more experienced vash? Why not all of them? Old Toad had scoffed at her. Because she was the only one who didn't have a maggot brewing in her belly, she had said. Her next breeding had been only days away. Because she was young and strong and reliable. Vash had preened at the praise. How stupid she had been.

It seemed like years had passed, but it was only a few days.

Now Old Toad was dead and the only thing that stood between the maggots and a world that wanted them dead was Vash.

But maybe she wasn't dead. Maybe the maggots hadn't checked properly. Maybe she was still just taking a nap. Vash tried not to cling to that hope.

The hill loomed above her, a dark shadow in the dusk sky. The setting sun looked like a bruise to Vash. The vast sky over their heads had scared Old Toad, but Vash had stretched up to it, feeling like for the first time in her life she was able to breathe freely, like there was enough air. And how different the air tasted out here. The pits had been filled with the sour stench of sweat, mixed with the cloying sweetness of rot and the air had always been thick with smoke. Breathing in out here felt like she was cleaning her insides. Old Toad had coughed and cursed at it.

Soon, night would fall. A night much too bright, Old Toad had muttered. The sky was changing, she had told Vash. Eternal gloom and smoke had blanketed the Queen's realm, but now that she was gone, it was clearing away. At night, tiny lights dotted the sky, and, during the day, it was a kind of colour that ‘blue’ was too small a word for, a beautiful colour.

Daylight was too bright for her eyes, like staring into the fire for too long, but she was sure she would get used to it. Orcs were hardy creatures, they could thrive even in the most horrid places. And despite Old Toad's muttered complaints, despite the hunger and the fear and the danger, Vash didn't think the outside such a horrid place at all.

If she could only find a place away from the orcs gone mad and the other races hunting them down and from predators, a place where she could raise the maggots in peace.

The word should have sounded strange to her ears. Orcs were creatures of war. Vash shook her head. Had been. Everything was changed now. A new and terrible world, Old Toad had muttered. A new world, full of impossible things suddenly becoming possible, Vash thought. Old Toad was wrong. Maybe she wasn't so good at obeying after all, when it took only a few days for her to think all these forbidden thoughts, just because there was no one to thrash her for it anymore. Because Old Toad was dead and Vash would make the decisions now.

And she had no idea what to do.

They reached the entrance to the small cave and the maggot dashed ahead, eager to get back into its meagre protection. Vash had to duck to get in. She was tall for a vash and she had always moved hunched over in the pits. Not just so she wouldn't constantly scrape her head, but also so as not to attract attention. A vash wasn't supposed to be unique or special. They were supposed to blend together into a group, all working obediently towards the same goal. Standing up straight, making herself big, like the pit guardians did... it felt strange and wonderful at the same time.

Inside, the small fire had filled the cave with stifling heat and smoke, mixing with the stink of maggots. Mak- ing it cosy like the pits, Old Toad had muttered. Vash sniffed. She hadn't told Old Toad that she preferred the 14 clean air outside and a fresh breeze touching her skin, scared of being scolded.

The other big maggot was crouched next to the fire, opposite the unmoving bundle that was Old Toad. Tending the fire like she had ordered it to while trying to stay as far away from the dead vash as possible. The other maggots were huddled together at the back of the cave, pressed together into a pile of limbs and big yellow eyes blinking at her fearfully. She quickly counted those eyes to make sure none were missing. All were there.

Eight maggots. So many mouths to feed and still so few, compared to the horde back at the pits.

The maggot who had come to fetch her stood near the fire, unsure of what to do. Vash stepped past it and care- fully set down the bundle of berries before she moved to the other bundle. Old Toad didn't move. Vash didn't have to touch her to know that she really wasn't breathing. She could hear it – or rather, couldn't. Her breath had rattled like a half-empty box of flint stones for years. Now, she was silent. Old Toad was well and truly dead.

She sat down next to her with a grunt.

None of the maggots dared to speak. It should have been a welcome respite from their usual babbling and whining, but instead Vash found the silence oppressive.
She reached out and poked at the bundle. It didn't move. Old Toad had pulled the tattered cloak she had al- ways wrapped herself in tightly around herself and over her head. Vash felt no urge to look into her face so she left it as it was. She took a few more breaths to steel herself. She couldn't leave the corpse where it was. The maggots wouldn't go near it and she needed to feed them.

With another grunt, she heaved herself up again and picked up the bundle. So thin and light. How could a vash she had been scared of all her life have so quickly become this tiny thing she could discard as easily as a bucket of shit? Better not to think about it too much. More import- ant was where to put her. Not outside. A corpse might attract predators or carrion crows which in turn might attract even more dangerous attention. Near the cave en- trance seemed sensible. Might even do some good that way in keeping the maggots from wandering out.

She set the body down against the uneven wall and used a few larger stones to weigh it down and hide it at least a little bit.

When she turned back to the fire, the smaller maggots were already starting to disentangle. Vash would have ex- pected their interest to be solely on the berries she had brought, but their eyes were on her. Still scared. They needed her. The moment she stepped close to the fire they swarmed her, all seeking some sort of contact, skin on skin. There were too many to hug all of them, but she tried, allowed them to bury her under a heap of small, sniffling, whining bodies.

Only when they started settling down did she notice that the one with the crooked tusk had remained by the bundle of berries, guarding it with an earnest expression on its little face. The other bigger maggot sat next to the fire, tending it like it had been told, watching her with big, sad eyes full of yearning.

Seeing them like that made her heart contract painful- ly. They were being so good, so brave. How could she be any less?

”Come here now,” she told both of them gruffly and they hurried over to her, each receiving a hug of their own. Then she unpacked the berries and started feeding her little horde.


 
About the Authors

Beryll and Osiris Brackhaus are a couple currently living their happily ever after in the very heart of Germany, under the stern but loving surveillance of their cat.

Both of them are voracious but picky readers, they love telling stories and drinking tea, good food and the occasional violent movie. Together, they write novels of adventure and romance, hoping to share a little of their happiness with their readers.

An artist by heart, Beryll was writing stories even before she knew what letters were. As easily inspired as she is frustrated, her own work is never good enough (in her eyes). A perfectionist in the best and worst sense of the word at the same time and the driving creative force of the duo.

An entertainer and craftsman in his approach to writing, Osiris is the down-to-earth, practical part of our duo. Broadly interested in almost every subject and skill, with a sunny mood and caring personality, he strives to bring the human nature into focus of each of his stories.




Friday, 12 October 2018

Adder and Willow (Rowan Harbor Cycle #6) by Sam Burns - Release Blitz




Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 45,000 words approx.

Cover Design: Melanie Farlow @ Clause & Effect

The Rowan Harbor Cycle Series

Book #1 - Blackbird in the Reeds - Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #2 - Wolf and the Holly - Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #3 - Fox and Birch - Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #4 - Hawk In The Rowan - Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #5 - Stag and the Ashe - Amazon US | Amazon UK

Blurb


Fletcher Lane has a problem. His boyfriend’s parents are coming for a visit, and they want to meet up. He’s ready to commit, so what happens if his prospective in-laws don’t like him? And how is he supposed to keep Rowan Harbor’s unique nature a secret when he might be the worst liar ever born?

To make matters worse, when he finds and helps two strangers stuck on the road, it leads him to a new threat: the man who’s been terrorizing the town has set events into motion that endanger more than just Rowan Harbor. Can Fletcher and his friends stop him before there’s nothing but a smoking crater where the Oregon coastline used to be?


Author Bio


Sam wrote her first fantasy epic with her best friend when she was ten. Like almost any epic fiction written by a ten year old, it was awful. She likes to think she’s improved since then, if only because she has better handwriting now.

If she’s not writing, she’s almost certainly either reading or lost down a Wikipedia rabbit hole while pretending to research for a novel.




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Thursday, 11 October 2018

Take it All (Steamy Encounters Collection) by Quin Perin - Release Blitz


Book Title: Take It All - Steamy Encounters Collection

Author: Quin Perin

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist:X Potion Designs

Genre/s: Gay Erotica

Length: 15 000 words/65-70 pages - three short stories

Release Date: October 11, 2018


Available on Kindle Unlimited

Blurb

From the bestselling authors’ of Meik&Sebastian - Obsessed come three steamy encounters of twisted, forbidden lust...

What do lust-driven men do when they think no one is watching? Find out now. Be a fly on the wall in a seedy motel room, a gym shower and the heart of suburbia, where three torrid pairings nurture the beasts inside of them.

Featuring:

Carter&Dave - The one with Daddy

Gordon&Jett - The one with the Politician

Josh&Graham - The one with the Jock

They can hardly handle it, can you?



Excerpt

Blue eyes narrowed, and when Graham was about to push him again, Josh’s hands darted out, fingers wrapping around his wrists. When he shoved, Graham stumbled back, landing against the hard wall of the shower. “Lemme go.” He huffed, twisting under Josh’s grasp.

“Only if you stop being an ass,” Josh shot back. His fingers flexed, tightening as he took a step closer. Eyes fixed on Graham.

“Pot meet fucking kettle,” Graham ground out dryly.

“God, you’re so frustrating.”

Mere inches apart now, Josh’s breath warm as blue and grey eyes connected. Tense silence crackled, electrifying the air between them. Josh’s eyes dropped to trembling lips. Graham took a breath but before he could tell Josh to not even think about it, Josh did it. He slammed forward, clashing their lips together. Graham’s wrists were still grasped in Josh’s strong fingers; hips forced back against the wall by the jock’s.

Graham bucked forward, trying to throw Josh off of him. He jerked his head back from the kiss. “Don’t.” He hated how breathy his voice sounded. Hated the way his cock started to stiffen. Hated how much he wanted Josh.

Soft lips brushed over his throat, warm breath tickling across his Adam’s apple. The kiss was far better than the last—and the first—time they’d kissed. Though he supposed they both had more experience now than when they were sixteen. “You want this.” Josh’s voice vibrated against his heated skin.

“N-No.” God, he did want it.

Josh chuckled low, husky. “Liar,” he murmured, dropping Graham’s wrists. He pulled back, a smug smirk spreading across his cheeks, exposing those too perfect dimples that made Josh want to punch him.

Graham didn’t move. Water soaked the back of his shirt, weighing down his pants. Blood rushed through his ears, heart pounding like a bird’s wings against his ribs, desperate to escape. The air between them was too thick to inhale, too loaded with testosterone that Graham held his breath, gaze skipping lower. A faint flush spread over the center of Josh’s chest, and a bulge, large and obvious, rose beneath his damp towel. “You are the biggest fucking asshole.”

Words barely managed to form before Graham launched towards Josh and reunited their lips in a smoldering kiss. Colliding desperately and with burning fervor, Graham’s hands scrambled to yank the towel down so he could grab both of the jock’s tight ass cheeks. Josh’s palm slapped against the wall next to Graham’s head, deepening the kiss. Reckless and oh, so fucking stupid.

Review


Take it All is a perfect example of the content matching the ‘box’ to perfection; a collection of steamy encounters is exactly what can be found between the covers here. What’s more, when the warning says there are no romantic elements included, it means just that. Although I have to admit that didn’t stop my thoughts from creating all sorts of wonderful and intriguing ‘what if’ scenarios about what might have happened after the stories finished. In fact, I think this book can be best summed up by its dedication to cockyboys.com, which tells you exactly what to expect. After seeing that the only remaining question for me was: will the stories live up to that promise?

The short answer to that question is an emphatic ‘YES’. Yes, these three stories give us steamy encounters. Yes, this is delicious erotica in its purest form. And yes, there are no signs of romance whatsoever in these stories.

1.   Carter & Dave – The One With Daddy

A delicious and somewhat naughty tale about Dave being seduced into a game of daddy-play by Carter, his son’s nineteen year old friend. Dave has been lusting after Carter all summer and the reader gets to witness the moment his heated fantasies come true. Their window of opportunity is only about an hour long, but to say they make the very most of the time they have would be a gross understatement.

2.   Gordon & Jett – The One with the Politician

Gordon, the ‘family-man politician’ finds himself in a seedy motel waiting for ‘some rent boy because he can’t control his dick’. He’s hoping his second experience with a man will kill the urge. While I thoroughly enjoyed this heated encounter, the best part of this story for me was the last line; when it becomes perfectly clear that Jett knows exactly whose money he’s just accepted. It sorta left me wanting to read what happened next, because the possibilities are rather appetizing.

3.   Josh & Graham – The One with the Jock

Graham, a nerdy kinda fellow finds himself in the gym in the hope of finding his backpack which has been snatched and hidden by Chad, one of the school’s jocks. He never retrieves his belongings though as he’s disturbed in his quest by Josh. Josh, who used to be his friend, before he turned into a jock and turned on Graham to protect his reputation. There’s no sign of Josh disliking Graham now that they find themselves alone in the locker room though; far from it. When their hot and definitely not safe sexual encounter ends, somebody enters the room and discovers them, making this the second story in this collection that left me wondering and imagining what might have happened next.

I do love it when stories leave me wondering after I’ve finished reading them, provided the mystery doesn’t take the form of a cliff-hanger. And, as luck (or the authors’ design) would have it, that also happened after I finished the bonus story. When Reece & Elijah’s story ends, without the two man ever being in the same space, but both having climax hard, the question what might happen next was even more intriguing than it had been in the previous two stories.


This book is pure sexiness from start to finish, with just enough background information to give the reader some idea about the characters involved. And as such, it completely lives up to the dedication; the Cocky Boys would have no problem enacting any of the scenes and they would suite them very well.

About the Authors

This is Quin&Perin. We are a team of Sultry Gay Romance writers who focus on detailed, toe-curling, and realistic smut scenes with a fair share of dirty talking (Oh, boy). Unlike other authors in the genre, we write without the goal of publishing anything. Publishing is just the cherry on top of a cream-covered bubble butt.


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