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Showcase Spotlight & Giveaway Sean Michael
A Private Hunger
Sean Michael
Genre: Gay paranormal romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: 9/1/2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-37-8
Word Count: 46000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon?
Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in.
As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon.
Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?
Excerpt:
He grabbed the
coffee cups off the table, whistling low and easy. His hips were still sore
from last night’s dancing, but it felt good, fine, a sweet burn.
Jennie popped
his ass as she walked by. “You’re too cheerful for words, Matt-baby. You get
laid last night?”
Matt shook his
head, red curls falling into his eyes. “Just dancing, Miss Thing. Just
boogying.”
She laughed and
headed on, coffee pot held tight in her hand.
Two men came in
together, one older, distinguished looking. Like a British butler, really. The
other was tall, striking, with hair like a mane, dark gold surrounding a golden
face and falling down the man’s back.
They sat at one
of his tables.
Fucking hot.
He headed over,
two menus in hand, telling his jumpy prick to behave. “Afternoon, guys. I’m
Matt. Can I get you some coffee? Tea?”
“What about
you?” asked the hot one.
Matt blinked,
blushed dark, and then recovered with a grin. Flirting. He could do flirting.
“I’m working and not on the menu, sadly enough.”
“I guess I shall
have to settle for tea, then. I don’t suppose you have something wild and
strong?”
“We’ve got a
nice blackberry and black tea.” He craned his neck, looking at the specials
board. “And another from South America that people seem to like.”
The man growled,
actually growled, looking discontentedly at his companion.
“I would be
happy to drive you home and serve you what you want, Master Drakon.”
The growling
stopped, the hot guy’s mouth twitching into a half smile. “I am most certain that
you would not, Wetthers, though you are right, we have better teas at home.”
“Master Drakon”
turned back to him, and Matt realized that one of the man’s eyes was brown, the
other blue. “How much are they paying you to serve here?”
“Excuse me?” He
blinked again. What an odd man.
The man’s eyes
narrowed and he asked the question again, enunciating each word very carefully.
Matt noticed he had an accent, just barely there. “I asked you how much are
they paying you to work here.”
“I heard you,
sir. I was just making sure I heard you right.” Rude asshole. “I make minimum
wage plus tips, same as every waiter in this town. Are you always this
ill-mannered or am I just really lucky?”
To his surprise,
the man laughed, the sound low and rich. “Oh, you are a feisty one. Go tell
them you have been employed elsewhere and we will leave for my estate
immediately. I shall double your salary and of course room and board shall be
included. Wetthers will settle all the pesky details with you and the IRS as
necessary.”
Matt looked over
at the old guy. “Is he for real? I mean, dude, you need a waiter at home?”
The old man
seemed quite unperturbed by the goings on. “Master Drakon has made you an
offer, young man. If you wish to accept it, I can assure you that it is ‘for
real.’”
“Look, I’m not
an idiot or a whore. You come in and tell me to quit my job and come with you
without so much as sharing names, or you knowing more than I can walk and read
a chalkboard.” He shook his head, fingers moving to his side, his skin burning.
“I’m flattered, but no, thank you.”
The hot
one—Drakon—growled again and stood. “Well, if you change your mind and decide
you want to know about the handprint on your ass, maybe I’ll be willing to see
you.” Drakon patted his ass, but not right on, more to the side where his
birthmark was. With that, the man walked out.
The man named
Wetthers handed Matt a card with a stylized dragon on it and the words Drakon
Estates. There was a number beneath it. “If you change your mind. Be very sure
before you call.”
“Right. Thanks.”
He watched the guy leave and shook his head. “Fucking weird. You see that,
Jennie? That dude just propositioned me!”
“Weird.” Jennie
shook her head. “Glad he left before your shift was up. I hate waiting on
assholes.”
“Yeah.” He
nodded and pushed the card into his pocket. Real weird.
Guess he’d have
to go dancing tonight to work off the memory.
Whistling, he
went back to doing his side work, mind filled with music.
Royal Line
Sean Michael
Genre: Gay shifter romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: 9/1/2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-29-3
Word Count: 17000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Where’s the common ground between a tiger shifter foot soldier and his prince?
Grio has one job—find dormant tiger shifters and introduce them to the world of Saffron Tigers. When he finds Professor Phoenix Lamoure, he discovers that Headquarters got a couple of key points wrong. Phoenix isn’t actually a professor but Saffron Tiger royalty…a member of the lost royal line.
Phoenix didn’t have things easy growing up. His mother spent most of her life in a mental institution, and he spent his formative years in foster care. When a stranger approaches to learn about his family history, he’s wary. When said stranger actually kidnaps him, all bets are off!
Can he ever believe what Grio says? Or will he be forever convinced that he’s as crazy as his mother was?
Excerpt
Royal Line :
Grio sat in his
SUV, splitting his attention between the students walking across the quad and
the file in his hand.
Professor
Phoenix Lamoure. Actually, the guy was a TA, not a professor.
He was going to
have to ride Danny next time he spoke to the man. It wasn’t often that the
office sent out incorrect information, and he made the most of it when they
did. Of course he’d rib Danny privately. No need to get him in trouble with the
boss. Nigel didn’t have much of a sense of humor.
Phoenix Lamoure
was a tiger shifter like himself, even if the man didn’t know it yet. A lot of
shifters remained dormant and died never knowing what they really were.
The Saffron
Tigers, though, they were nearly extinct, so they didn’t have the luxury of
letting their kind discover themselves, or not. Headquarters searched out
potential weres and Grio—or Janey or Tuplo—were sent to flush them out.
Grio looked at
the file again, examining the black-and-white image closely to make sure he’d
recognize Phoenix when he saw the man.
There were only
one hundred and nineteen Saffron Tigers left and they needed numbers, needed
safety. Needed each other.
Phoenix wasn’t
your typical Saffron Tiger. Instead of bulk and broadness, he was slender, the
little wire-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose adding an air of
fragility or delicateness that Grio imagined was quite false. Knowing it or
not, if Phoenix had tiger blood in him, he would be fierce when he had to be.
A small group of
students walked by, a shock of unmistakable bright red hair hitting his eyes.
Jesus. This one wasn’t just a Saffron. He was descended from the royal line.
How had he
missed that? He checked the file again. Grainy black-and-white photo from some
old high school yearbook. No wonder. Not only that, the file made no mention
that this one was a royal.
Slipping out of
the SUV, Grio closed the door silently, then quietly stalked his prey.
The two girls in
the group of six headed off toward the parking lot, and he heard, “Nixie? You
want to grab a pizza and a beer?”
“I don’t know. I
have papers to grade…”
Grio considered
his options. He could follow Phoenix to somewhere quiet, or he could “bump
into” the man now.
“Come on, man.
All you do is work,” wheedled the young man.
Phoenix gave a
snort. “If you were Dr. Lee’s TA, you’d work, too.”
Dr. Lee. That
was more information than Grio’d had a moment ago. He decided to wing it.
“Excuse me, did
you say you were Dr. Lee’s TA?”
“I did, yeah.”
Eyes that were pure gold met his, warm behind the wire-rimmed glasses. “Can I
help you?”
“Yes, I had a
few questions for you. Is there somewhere we could go and talk?” Grio gave
Phoenix his best and most earnest smile.
The Moon
Sean Michael
Genre: Gay shifter romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: 9/1/2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-30-9
Word Count: 18000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
The first full moon is always the hardest.
Danny McMann has been busy on pack business for weeks and just wants to spend the upcoming full moon deep in the woods with his pack—running, hunting, napping and generally goofing off. The last thing he wants to hear is that they’ve got another man on their hands who’s been bitten and about to turn with the arrival of the full moon.
Hammond Argyle was bitten by his assailant in a bar fight a few weeks ago. He’s been in a foul mood ever since and it’s only getting worse. As is the way his skin itches and feels like it doesn’t fit him anymore. When someone starts lurking round, following him, it’s about all he can take.
Will Danny be able to help Hammond through his first change and beyond?
Excerpt
The Moon:
Hamm was going
out of his fucking mind. He was itchy, like all over, scratch his skin right
off to make it better itchy. Speaking of skin, his didn’t fit right, either.
And it was getting worse. It was getting so he was going to take someone’s head
off soon, just for talking to him. Not only that, now some asshole was
following him.
Growling—literally
fucking growling—he cut through the park. The form that had been following him
for hours, staying far enough back that Hamm couldn’t focus on him, moved with
him. And when he stopped it disappeared entirely, so he couldn’t even go
confront the guy.
Between that and
the not feeling right in his skin, he was on the very edge of doing something
desperate. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but it was going to happen soon.
He scratched his
shoulder. He’d been bitten—fucking bitten!—during a fight. This dude had
attacked him and he held his own, even though the guy was viciously strong. He
hadn’t even done anything to provoke the attack, goddamn it. It was weeks ago,
but he’d been on edge since then. And the goddamn bite was still aching like it
was festering, even though it looked well enough healed when he checked it in
the mirror.
If Hamm went by
how his luck had been going lately, the guy following him was the same guy
who’d bitten him, coming back for more. Just what he fucking needed. Goddamn.
He was almost
through the park when he stopped and turned abruptly, ready to run and confront
his stalker, hoping the element of surprise would keep the guy from
disappearing into the shadows this time. And he’d be goddamned if it didn’t
work.
The guy—because
it was a lean guy with a shock of dark auburn hair—was right there, bright gold
eyes shining at him.
“You better have
a fucking good reason for being on my ass.” He snarled out the words, not
willing to take any guff, even though the guy was hot. And where had that
thought come from? He was itchy and out of sorts, goddamn it, not looking to
flirt, or even admire silently.
“I came to
help.” The words were low, oddly calming.
“What?” He took
a step back, startled by the answer and by the way it the man’s voice seemed to
diffuse some of his anger.
“I came to help.
You’re itching. I can help.”
Who was this
impertinent kid?
“How do you know
that?” he demanded. He hadn’t told a soul what had happened or how he was
feeling.
“I can smell it
on you.” How did this lean little thing not seem scared of him at all?
“Are you saying
I smell?” He wasn’t sure if that made him more annoyed or not.
“Everyone
smells.”
“Then why the
fuck would you— You know what? Forget it. Just stop, okay?” He didn’t need
this. “I don’t fucking know you from Adam, so get off my ass.”
“I’m Daniel.
Daniel McMann.” One hand was held out, the confidence pouring off the man.
He answered
automatically, even though he’d had no intention at all of giving this Daniel
who’d been following him all day long his name. “Hammond Argyle.” And since
when did he lose control of situations? Ever since he’d been fucking bitten,
that’s when.
Daniel smiled at
him. “That is a fabulous name, my fellow Scot.”
Hamm actually
chuckled. That was not the reaction he usually got. “Thanks.”
He finally,
begrudgingly, took Daniel’s hand, electricity slamming through him at the
contact. He yanked his hand back, starring. “What the fuck? Did you feel that?”
Daniel nodded,
blinked as if dazed, as if this had finally fazed the little fucker. “That’s
never happened before.”
Surprisingly,
that actually made Hamm feel better. “Shake a lot of strangers’ hands, do you?”
“Well, sure. But
you’re not a stranger. You’re just a mate I haven’t met yet.”
Okay, so this
guy was a little out there. His best course of action was probably to extricate
himself from Daniel’s company as painlessly as possible. Instead, Hamm found
himself saying, “Sure. Sure. So why were you following me?”
“I told you. I
came to help. You were bitten. It’s my job to help with it.” Daniel said it as
if that explained everything.
“Are you a cop?
Do you guys have a…a lead?” Could the cops be looking into something he hadn’t
actually reported? Maybe someone at the bar had phoned in an anonymous tip or
something.
“I’m a… Well,
I’m like a guidance counselor in the loosest sense of the word.”
Hamm stared at
the guy. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” There were words
and they seemed to be forming sentences, but Hamm couldn’t figure out what
Daniel was trying to tell him.
“I know. Come
have a drink with me?”
“I…” Hamm
hesitated, still not convinced this guy wasn’t a nutjob. On the other hand, he
felt better than he had in days, and that had started when he’d confronted
Daniel. Coincidence, right? Still… “Okay.”
“Cool. Where’s good?
I could use a snack, too.” This dude was bouncy as hell.
“There’s a pub
on the corner of the park.” Close enough to home, too, but Danny-boy didn’t
need to know that.
“Sounds perfect.
I’m ravenous. Nice park.”
“It’s…a park.”
Hamm started toward the Flying Pig.
“Nice mowed
grass. I live in the woods.”
Hamm looked
around. There was indeed lots of mowed grass, but also some trees that a couple
of paths meandered through. He shrugged again and grinned. “It’s a park.”
“Yep.” There was
a knowing, weirdly odd grin on the kid’s face.
This guy was
going to drive him crazy. Hamm could tell. He growled deep in his chest, like a
warning or something, but the kid just bounced along.
Hamm shook his
head. When he was feeling better, he’d show Danny who was boss. Whoa. When he
was feeling better, Danny was going to be in his rear view mirror, right?
Right. Hamm was not into long-haired twinks.
Feeling more
himself than he’d felt in long time, he held the door to the Pig open for
Danny.
Danny shot him a
smile. “Thank you.”
He swore, and
for a second he thought he saw a tail wagging on the end of Danny’s ass.
Shaking his head to clear it, Hamm nodded to Wilson behind the bar and pointed
out a booth at the back of the place to Danny.
“Perfect!” God,
this guy really was a nut.
About the Author:
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used bookstores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
For more information on other books by Sean, visit www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Claiming Their Mate by B.A. Tortuga
Two Is Never Enough
Book 2
B.A. Tortuga
Genre: Gay shifter romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: 9/1/2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-25-5
Word Count: 30000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
He’s here on vacation. They’re here for him.
Samson and Dane are werewolves who act as guardians of their pack. They're also lovers, but they both long for the third person they know will make their home whole. Their Chosen.
Ryan has no idea he's even a werewolf. He's visiting rural New Mexico and Colorado to write horror novels, not get it on with the two hottest men he's ever met. So why can't he keep his hands off them, and why is biting suddenly so hot? Can Samson and Dane convince Ryan that he's like them, and that he needs to leave his city life behind?
ARe
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Excerpt:
The pup slipped out of bed late in the night. They’d all slept like they’d been on a hunt, which he guessed lots of Mexican food and sex could simulate. In fact, Dane slept on, not even snuffling when the pressure of Ryan’s body left the mattress.
Samson, now, he wasn’t a deep sleeper, and he knew when someone was trying to make like coyote ugly and not wake him so they could slip away.
That simply didn’t work for him.
He reached out and wrapped one hand around a lean hip. “Where you going?” Samson murmured.
Ryan jumped like he’d been popped with a rubber band in the balls. “I missed my real estate appointment.”
“Well, it’s not like you can call your agent at this time of night, honey.”
“No. No, I guess not.” Ryan stood there, pale in the streetlight filtering in from outside.
Samson loved how Ryan was different, like a marble statue, but warm, alive. He had to wonder if the wolf was pale, too, thin.
“How do you look in your other life?” he asked.
“Like a writer, I guess? I just have a place in Dallas. I’m blocked, so I came out here.”
“Blocked how?” Was it too cold out there on the porch for a guy from Dallas? Samson grabbed an extra blanket and took Ryan outside with him, the pup following easily when he tugged.
“Like writer’s block? I’d been working on a series and I’ve written myself into a hole. I don’t even want to write zombies anymore. It’s silly nonsense, really, but I thought if I came out to the boonies and learned all I could about something new the plot would come to me. I mean, I told my agent I was writing martians, but really, I need to finish the series.”
“Zombies.” Samson blinked, then chuckled, pulling Ryan down with him on the big swing dealie and wrapping them in the blanket. It felt natural as breathing, just like touching Dane always did. Poor Dane. Two orgasms and the guy was out like the proverbial light.
“Yeah. They’re in right now.” Ryan’s nostrils flared and he knew the pup was scenting him, learning him. Exceptional instincts. Samson approved.
“Hmm. I think you ought to add in werewolves.” What would Ryan say to that? Could be really be completely unaware of what was inside him? Samson knew the wolf was in there.
Their alpha, Bruce, was going to give them no end of shit, both sets of his guardians ending up with dormant Omegas. What were the chances?
“Werewolves? They’re almost as done as vampires. Shame, though. I love the trappings of the genre, really.”
“What’s your favorite part?” This was fascinating. It was like seeing himself through someone else’s eyes for the first time. Seeing a werewolf movie with someone who didn’t watch horror…
“The whole animalistic versus human situation. It’s a turn on, just like the whole biting thing in the vampire world.”
“I like biting. So does Dane.” Samson nibbled at the nape of Ryan’s neck.
“Uhn.” Ryan shuddered for him, the entire motion pure sex. “Does he?”
“Mmmhmm. Oh, he’ll tell you he’d rather do the biting and scold for being bitten, but he catches and pitches, if you get me.” Dane could fight like a stone cold motherfucker, but he could bottom like a hot little slut, too.
It all worked for him.
“How long have you two been together?”
Samson pondered that. “Well, we’ve known each other since infancy, I guess.”
“Oh, wow. No shit? That’s cool, huh?”
“Yeah. Sometimes it’s annoying as hell.” Samson chuffed out a laugh. “I adore the fucker, though.”
“Well, good. You two pick up strangers a lot?”
“No.” He tilted back Ryan’s head so he could look into those pretty eyes. “No, we don’t.”
“No?” The blue in Ryan’s eyes were a perfect match for the streaks in the mussed hair, and the combination of looks served to make Ryan looked so young.
“No. You were different right away. We knew you were there before we ever stepped inside.”
Ryan chuckled softly, shook his head. “That’s impossible.”
“No it’s not, honey.” He stroked that flat belly, tugging the heavy ring that pierced Ryan’s cock and Ryan moaned, ass pushing back against him.
“That’s it. Feel it. We’re connected. All of us.”
“God, that...that feels like magic.”
“I love your skin. So smooth.”
“I wax, remember?”
He blinked. Seriously? Ow. Potential for a guy that didn’t mind a little sting, but… Ow. His balls tried to crawl up in his body.
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About the Author:
B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.
For more information on other books by B.A., visit her official website: http://BATortuga.com
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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: You Can See Me by A.E. Via
A.E. Via
Genre: Gay, Multiple Partners, Erotic Romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: August 1 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-93-7
Number of pages: 358
Word Count: 72000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
It takes more than perseverance to recover from tragedy...you also need love.
Following a horrific accident that leaves him blind, renowned chef Prescott Vaughan loses his fiancé and all hope for his career. Recovery and confidence in his skills come slowly, along with feelings he hasn’t experienced in a long time when he meets his new neighbor, Dr. Rickson Edwards.
Unlike Prescott, Ric is open about his attraction to men yet has issues that complicate their relationship. A brief separation threatens his hopes for an eventual reunion when Prescott befriends the handsome aspiring chef Blair McKenzie, who wants more than cooking advice.
Ric doubts Pres can let go of the charming southerner, but after an encounter with the sinfully sexy man, he can't help his attraction as well. Pres feels he must choose but realizes…does he have to?
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Excerpt
Pres didn’t want to think about being lonely anymore. Last night he’d eaten his langoustine lobster alone when his girlfriend never showed up after happy hour. He’d called her a couple times, but it went straight to voice mail.
The next morning he’d done his usual Friday morning workout with his personal trainer and worked on some reviews since he didn’t go into the office. In the afternoon, he did meaningless organization in his kitchen pantry and marinated some pork tenderloin for dinner.
Cooking always made him feel better. He only wished he had someone besides himself to enjoy it, too. He’d even gone as far as giving his neighbors Jeff and Cindy a couple dishes, just to hear a few compliments. How pathetic.
While he waited a few minutes to cook his meat, he sat at the kitchen island and listened to an audiobook his dad had given him. Josey came over and whined at him, laying his heavy head on his knee.
“Sorry, boy. You need to go out, huh?” Pres got up and moved quickly and effortlessly to his bedroom to change into something a little more comfortable. Josey whined some more. “Okay, okay. I’m coming, Josey.”
Pres slid into his Jordan flip-flops and grabbed a plastic doggie-poop bag and the leash from out of his hall closet. He took his keys off the hook, grabbed his long cane, set the alarm, and left his condo. He didn’t need to put Josey’s harness on. They’d walked this path for over three years now, and he knew it well.
As Pres waited for the elevator, he felt a presence next to him. It was a male presence because the scent was spicy with a sweet undertone. Just when Pres prepared to speak, his visitor spoke to him first.
“Hello,” he said in a deep, sultry voice.
“Good evening,” Pres responded.
“Going for a little stroll, huh? He’s a beautiful dog. May I pet him?” asked the good-smelling stranger. His accent was slightly northern but not overly pronounced. Listening to him speak made Pres think about what the man’s mouth might look like. If a person had a strong voice, he immediately pictured a warm, inviting smile covered by full lips.
“Yes, go right ahead. He’s very spoiled. Any attention he can get, he’s more than willing to take.” Pres lifted Josey’s leash, making him rise up off his belly.
“Awww. So handsome. You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Yes, I can tell you’re a good boy,” the stranger crooned to his dog.
Pres could hear the man ruffling Josey’s scruff underneath his collar as he scratched him.
“So do you live on this floor?” Pres figured he’d spark a little conversation since the elevator was taking forever.
“Yep. Actually, just a few doors down from you,” he replied happily.
“You know where I live? Well, now I have to kill ya,” Pres joked, hoping his neighbor had a sense of humor, which he did because he heard him let out a genuinely deep laugh.
With a laugh like that, he definitely has a nice smile.
“Funny guy, huh? My name is Rickson Edwards, but everyone calls me Ric. I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself sooner, but I’m fairly new to the building, and every time I see you, you’re either just getting on or off of the elevator.”
He felt Ric take his hand that wasn’t holding Josey’s leash and slide his into it during his introduction. Damn, he has a strong handshake.
Pres returned the firm grip. “I’m Prescott Vaughan. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Edwards.”
“How respectful of you, but there is no Mr. Edwards, just Ric…Mr. Vaughan.”
Pres mocked him right back. “How respectful of you, but Mr. Vaughan lives in Richmond with my mother, just Prescott, or Pres, if you like.”
“I do like…I mean the name. I like your name,” Ric stammered.
Pres smiled as he imagined a slight blush creeping up on the man’s face.
At its arrival, they both stepped into the elevator, leaving the introduction awkwardness in the hallway. Neither said another word. There was only the humming of the elevator gears as it descended its way to the lobby.
Pres was overly aware of Ric’s gaze on him, and it made him smile.
“Why are you smiling?” his neighbor asked.
“Why are you staring at me?” Pres retorted.
“Because you’re—” He stopped quickly.
“Because I’m what?” Pres questioned, wondering why Ric didn’t finish his sentence.
“Nothing. Didn’t mean to stare, and I’m not even going to ask how you knew that I was, either.” He laughed.
“It’s within my power,” Pres joked back.
Pres found himself trying to imagine what Ric’s face looked like. If the appearance matched the voice and humor, then he probably had light brown hair and light green or hazel eyes. His cheekbones could probably make a woman envious, and he didn’t breathe heavily, so Pres assumed he didn’t have any weight issues. His voice came from slightly above Pres when he spoke, so the man was taller than him, making Ric probably six-foot-two or three. Being closed in the small compartment had Pres’s sensitive nose filled with Ric’s unique scent. It had him feeling dizzy and a little disoriented. That spicy, sweet combination was like nothing he’d ever smelled before. He liked it…a lot.
That thought did not freak out Pres at all, and liking the man’s smell was an interesting feeling for him. He wasn’t squeamish that a man had given him such a sensual reaction. If he was going to be totally honest with himself, everything he did when he was in his fraternity didn’t scream hetero from the word go, but that was over twelve years ago. Pres had not met a man he was attracted to since…until now.
The elevator doors opened, and Pres extended his hand, telling Ric to go ahead and exit first.
“Thank you, Pres.”
“You’re welcome. It was nice meeting you, Ric. Have a good evening.”
“Likewise,” Ric said.
Pres walked through the lobby having a nagging urge to turn around and look back. But that was fucking pointless…right?
***
About the Author:
A.E. Via graduated in May of 2008 with a Bachelor’s Degree in Sociology from Virginia Wesleyan College. She's a new author to the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, A.E. runs a very successful paralegal-for-hire business and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family - a husband and four children - her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late great gay romance author ELynn Harris. While Blue Moon is her first novel, she has plenty more to come...so sit back and grab a cool drink, because the male on male action is just heating up!
Website: http://www.authoraevia.com/
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/aeviaauthor/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorAEVia
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7354860.A_E_Via
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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Blowing Smoke by Sean Michael
Sean Michael
Genre: Gay, dragon shifter, BDSM
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: August 1 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-23-1
Word Count: 50000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Do dragons have soul mates?
Brinley Adams is pleased to get a job as assistant to elusive and reclusive billionaire Lindrom Drage. That the job requires him to live in the man’s home in the country is only a bonus. While he’s not exactly running away, he’s trying to leave behind a crazy, stalking ex, and Drage’s isolated home might be just the place to hide.
Lindrom Drage, known at home as Dragon, just wants an assistant who works out for longer than a month or two. He’s already gone through several in the last year, and he wants someone who can do the job and put up with his refusal to deal with anything that takes him out of his home. But when he meets Brin, he suddenly wants so much more than just a work assistant.
Brin doesn’t know his boss is actually a dragon. The trick is going to be convincing Brin that neither of them is crazy, and that not only are dragons real, so are soul mates.
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Excerpt
Brinley Adams looked at the huge wall, at the gate made to keep people out, and the grounds which seemed to be like something from a fairy story—rows after rows of red roses, with a path leading into the darkness, he assumed toward the mansion. He’d spent a fortune on the taxi to get here, the place well out of town with nothing around it for miles.
Oh, man. He wasn’t ready for this. He’d thought he was. Hell, he’d researched Dragon for weeks—the companies, the corporate takeovers, every single ounce of information anyone had ever whispered online about the reclusive billionaire. Aside from the public information about his business dealings, there was surprisingly little to learn.
He’d had five phone interviews, and three in-person interviews with the man’s business managers. The final one with a sharp-eyed woman who’d made him sign a non-disclosure agreement before she’d even interviewed him, then another, more binding one, when she offered him the job.
Now he was here. Shit. He swallowed hard and forced himself to take some deep breaths. He finally gathered up the nerve to hit the button on the intercom.
There was no answer for long enough that he was contemplating either pressing the button again or just leaving altogether. He could start walking and see if it got him back to civilization enough to find another taxi or a bus or something.
“What?” The voice was impatient. Annoyed.
Brin swallowed again, took another breath, and went for it. “Good afternoon. I’m Brinley Adams, the new personal assistant. I was told to report here at one.” It was ten till. Given he’d had no clue just how long it was going to take him to get here, he thought he’d done well.
“You’re early.” It came at him like an accusation.
“Yes, Sir.” His father had always stressed punctuality as a virtue, both in business and personal dealings. It was better to be ten minutes early than even a minute late.
There was a grunt, then, “How unusual. Show me your ID. Just hold it up to the camera on your right.”
“Yes, Sir.” Brin pulled his license out of his wallet and held it up. He looked good, he knew he did. Professional, but classy. On trend, but not chic. Neat and in no way a challenge. His driver’s license photo reflected that as well.
Another grunt sounded, then a buzzer, the gate unlocking with a loud thunk. “Come straight up to the house and make sure you shut the gate firmly behind you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He grabbed his suitcase and his laptop bag. The rest of his things would come via mail once he knew this was going to work out. It wasn’t like he had tons of stuff. Four boxes. He’d pared down. It hade been made clear in his interviews that room and board were included along with a generous salary and that he would not need to bring a lot with him. The implication had in fact been that the less he had to bring, the better.
Brin slipped through the huge gate, then put down his bags and made sure to pull the gate shut behind him. He had to pull hard as the gate was heavier than it looked, which was a good trick as it looked pretty damn heavy. The lock latched with an almost ominous sound. The path already seemed darker now that he was on this side of the gate, too. He shook his head to dispel the doom and gloom gathering around him—it was all in his head. He picked up his two bags again and squared his shoulders.
This was it.
Brin took the path that ran next to the long driveway, the roses giving way to trees that joined a couple feet above his head, making a ceiling of sorts, letting the sunshine through in patches, enough to light the way but not enough to be called bright. He was fascinated by the canopy formed by the branches, way above his head. Wow. It was like... like a fortress.
Dragon—real name Lindorm Drage—had the reputation for being a recluse. There were no pictures of the man anywhere, and this whole driveway into darkness and covered by a tree-roof just added to the mystery.
The path curved slightly to the left and became overgrown, forcing him over onto the road, which did not look particularly well-used in its own right. He looked back, but the curve in the road had been enough to put the gate and the public road beyond it out of sight. No sight of the house in front of him yet, either. It increased the sensation of being in a fairy tale, and again he had to shake off the notion. This was just an ill-used road and an overgrown forest, not some scary path to a witch’s lair, and he wasn’t some innocent who should have been leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind him. Although, he had to admit, the lack of birdsong made him think that at least if he had left a breadcrumb trail, it wouldn’t have been eaten.
He kept going, his bags growing heavier as he walked and walked. He was soon glad for the lack of sun and the cool breezes that danced in the shade of the tress, keeping him from overheating.
The road underfoot became untidier. He looked back again, startled to realize it didn’t really seem like he was following any sort of path—there appeared to be only trees and brush behind him, as if the overgrown road had become even more so in the time that it had taken him to travel it. He faced forward, continuing gamely on, though his steps were a touch more hesitant now. Just when he was sure he must have slipped off the path altogether and was wandering aimlessly through the forest, he came upon the house.
It looked more like a castle than anything else, made from large stones with a huge tower in the middle that rose a whole story higher than the rest of the place. The front doors were a dark wood, banded with steel bars across it. He was almost surprised that there was no drawbridge over a moat, but the place lacked both. There were, however, two gargoyles guarding the front steps leading up to the massive, and intimidating, door, and another gargoyle head was the knocker. There was no bell.
Wow. Was this place even real?
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About the Author:
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used bookstores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
Website: http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com/
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/SeanMichaelWrites
Twitter: @SeanMichael09
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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Out of the Frying Pan by Julia Talbot
Out
of the Frying Pan
Fearless
7
Julia
Talbot
Genre:
Gay romance, action adventure
Publisher:
All Romance
Date
of Publication: July 1, 2016
ISBN:
978-1-945193-22-4
Word
Count: 20000
Cover
Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book
Description:
Trust
comes at a price.
Jenson
Parkinson can't believe it when Sloane Marlen shows up at his
Colorado mountain fire station. They were lovers years ago, until
Sloane broke Jenson's trust, and his heart.
Sloane
knows he's not guilty of the misdeeds Jenson believes he committed,
but he never figured out how to convince Jenson. Or how to get over
him. Can Sloane grab this second chance with both hands and teach
Jenson he's worthy of trust... and love?
Excerpt:
“The training
session will start tomorrow morning at nine AM.” Jenson looked at
his guys, some of them volunteer, a few career, and gave them the
stern eye. “I know we all have jobs to do, but they’re expecting
a wildfire season like no other this year thanks to the drought, and
the Forestry Service wants all able bodied personnel to be able to
dig firelines, offer support to hot shots and smokejumpers, and know
how not to die.”
They all murmured,
but no one argued. Carroll, Colorado was big enough to have a
permanent fire crew only because of the ski areas that surrounded it,
the population transient but relatively wealthy. Their very existence
in this Rocky Mountain paradise was predicated on the fact that
people had expensive homes and vacation rentals which they’d never
let burn down. Jenson frickin’ loved his life. He didn’t want to
have to move back to Denver or Boulder or someplace.
“They’re sending
several scientists who should help map possible fire routing and
containment, as well as two of their lead trainers in hot shots and
smokejumping. In addition to our regular duties, we’ll be giving
full attention and support to the training team so that we can deploy
and offer assistance during the wildfire season. Clear?”
His men and women
all nodded, and Jenson gave them all a tight smile. “Good deal.
Assignments have been posted for the new shifts. See Josh for all the
deets.” Jenson left the meeting room, ready to get on with his day
as best he could. He had to get the station ready for the influx of
personnel he was about to have, not just the trainers but the
firefighters from other small towns around the area. He knew it was a
coup for the mayor that Carroll was chosen for this big get together
of high mucky mucks, but really, all he knew was he was going to be
handing out coffee and doughnuts to a bunch of assholes who did a lot
of dick measuring and making a mess in his territory.
“You ready for
this, Cap?” Carson Diets asked. Carson was a Forestry guy, and he
worked closely with the Carroll department to keep their area clear
and keep the campers educated.
“No.” He winked,
though, trying for light and happy. “If I get through this without
losing my shit we’ll all be grateful. It’s good for the guys,
though, right? Trading ideas and shit.”
“Yep.” Carson
stepped close and lowered his voice. “There are a couple of real
big names in the biz coming, Jenson. Just be diplomatic, huh?”
“Don’t make you
look bad, is that what you’re saying?” He grimaced. “Come on,
man, I got your back. You know that.”
“I do know that.”
Carson clapped him on the back. “I also know you have a reputation
for ruling this place with an iron fist and being pissy when someone
invades your territory.”
“Well, I’ll try
to be all sweetness and light. I don’t suppose you have a roster of
who’s coming so I can prepare myself?”
“I do.” Carson
pulled out his phone. “I’ll email it to you.”
“Great. Thanks.”
His head started to throb, his temples tight and his neck freezing
up. Lord. He needed more coffee before he could deal with this shit.
His phone chimed, an email popping up from Carson when he looked at
his notifications. Jenson walked into his office and set up his K-Cup
coffee maker for a hazelnut cream latte. That was his one luxury,
because he was from Boulder, dammit. He loathed the Folgers sludge
the other guys seemed to adore so much.
He sat at his desk
and opened the email, a forward of an interdepartmental memo. When he
read the list of presenters, Jenson’s eyes widened. Oh, Jesus fuck.
No way. He tried to blink away the name he’d just read, but when he
opened his eyes it was still there.
Sloane Marlen.
Jenson leaned back
in his chair, letting his head thunk against the backrest. He hadn’t
seen Sloane since they were probies, and he really never wanted to
see the bastard again.
There wasn’t
enough coffee on earth to make this shitty day better now. Jenson was
never gonna make it through tomorrow.
About
the Author:
Julia
Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold
running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the
best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Samhain
Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, All Romance eBooks and Changeling
Press. She believes in stories that leave a mark, and that everyone
deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits,
where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get
together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters
are involved. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter.
For
more information on other books by Julia, please visit her official
website:
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