Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – The God of Jazz by Varian Krylov

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goj-cover-600TITLE: The God of Jazz: Fugue, Concord

AUTHOR: Varian Krylov

COVER ARTIST: Bey Deckard

LENGTH: 117,450 words

RELEASE DATE: September 16, 2016

BLURB: After years struggling to realize his dream of directing a feature film, on the final night of his fundraising campaign Godard is on the cusp of having everything he ever wanted. The man he loves is upstairs waiting for him, and he’s just a few dollars short of his GoFundYourself goal.

Then everything falls apart.

His personal and professional life in ruins, when his old nemesis from film school offers to fund his dream project if he’s willing to shoot it in Spain, Godard knows it’s a deal with the devil. But he also has nothing left to lose.

Among the labyrinthine streets of Barcelona’s Barrio Góthico, the city’s vibrant music scene, and the sun-gilt beaches of the Costa Brava, Godard begins making shooting his dream project and putting his life back together, largely under the domineering gaze and deft touch of Ángel, the god of jazz.

But Ángel is keeping a secret, and a deal with the devil always comes at a price.
Excerpt

 

Finally, the four musicians mounted the stage. After another round of introductions and applause, they jumped to it, hitting a bouncy stride that had the audience bolstering the beat with a slow clap on every third. They kept up the playful tempo for a good half hour, then sank into a sultrier vibe, winding down the frenetic energy bursting the bar at the seams, lulling us into a sensual haze.

Or was that the gin talking?

I shuffled an inch or two forward to give a little more wiggle room to whoever was swaying behind me. A couple seconds later though, the warm press of another body was back, brushing softly against my butt and upper back. My third G&T and the music had me hypnotized beyond objection. There was something innocently erotic about those moments when the music wrapped itself around the crowd in a club like a pulsing membrane.

When I felt the brush of stubble and the hot, damp breeze of breath on my neck, though, I startled and turned. Or tried to. A hand on my shoulder and one on my hip held me still. “Are you stalking me?” Ángel’s rich, smoky voice. Those four little words curled around my cock like a firm hand. No joke—just that, and the awareness of his body close behind me, feeling his hands on me, and my cock sat up and begged.

“I am. But only in the sexiest sense of the word.” I tried again to turn around. I wanted to look into his eyes so desperately it felt like the suddenly frenetic notes from the stage were performing feats of aerial acrobatics in my stomach. But he held me firmly in place. His breath tickled my ear and my impatient cock gave a hopeful twitch at the absurd hope he was about to kiss my neck. After stewing in my hot, roiling suspense a few moments, I caved in to my urge to say something. However banal. “You’re not playing tonight?”

“With them? Or with you?” Ungh. That man. This time, his nose brushed against my hair, unleashing a cascade of delicious shivers down my body. “You were hoping for an encore?”

“Yes. And you’ve kept me waiting way too long.”

“Tsk, tsk. Impatient boy.” He slipped his hand under the hem of my shirt and raked his nails lightly over my belly, driving a wild shudder through me. If we kept this up, my dick was going to be announcing my mounting need to the general public as soon as the house lights came up. “Anticipation is so delicious, isn’t it?”

“There’s one thing I know tastes better.”

He purred by my ear, prickles of want starbursting across my skin. “I remember exactly how you taste.” I gasped, my knees buckling as he slid his warm, wet tongue over my pulse point, then bit into my flesh. I fought the need to groan out loud as I felt the stiff ridge of him press and grind against my ass. “Hasta muy pronto, guapo.”

As soon as he let go, I turned around. He held my gaze for a moment, flashed a mischievous smile, then slipped away into the crush of the crowd.

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AuthorBio

 

Growing up near Los Angeles, I spent much of my time frolicking in the Pacific Ocean and penning angst-twisted poetry. Now I’m living in sunny Spain writing pathos-riddled fiction. Ironically, two of my favorite things are traveling, and swimming in the ocean, despite increasingly intense phobias of sharks and flying.

I’ve always loved the music and substance of words, always loved writing in well-worn notebooks by hand, tapping at the keys of the computer, and, of course, conjuring up stories.

And from my earliest memories, I’ve always been fascinated—maybe obsessed?—with sex and sexuality.

In my writing, sex is the medium, the expression, and the tool of discovery for my characters’ insecurities, the needs that drive them, the comfort they can’t live without, the joy and relish of life that makes each of them intense, strange, and alluring.

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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Slave for Two by Morticia Knight

What is destined cannot be changed

Chris has had a monumentally bad month. First, an aggressive band of aliens invaded the Earth, conquered the world, and now he’s fighting for survival in the mountains with his family and the neighborhood bigot. Just because he’s barely out of his teens and a bit on the scrawny side doesn’t mean he can’t watch out for his mom, sisters and younger cousin. Chris keeps searching for the brighter side of things, but his humor is wearing thin. Fear can do that to a guy. 

 

Lasar and Nary are a soul matched pair of warriors from Alashar. Lasar is Nary’s Ahna, the one who dominates him, and Nary is the Nasha, or submissive, to Lasar. Every Alasharian, regardless of orientation, needs the balance of the power exchange to exist peacefully within their lifelong soul match bond. When Lasar is awarded a war prize, he sends Nary to look over the recent arrivals.

 

Chris and his cousin Morgan are captured and sent to the slave cages where they discover from the other imprisoned young men that they are destined to be sex toys for alien pairs. When one of those aliens saves Chris and his cousin from being abused by the slave master, Chris hopes that the seemingly kind alien won’t be too horrible an owner. 

 

Lasar and Nary are finally alone together with their new sex slave, ready to enjoy their reward. However, in the middle of their playtime a shocking event occurs that not only disrupts Chris’ world even more than it already has been, but also challenges everything that Lasar and Nary have always held dear. As Lasar searches for answers, he begins to question the reasons behind the Earth invasion and where his loyalties should really lie. As their Ahna, he must be the one who decides whether they will all be safer together, or apart.

 

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes involving sounding.
Buy links: Pride Publishing | Amazon 

Excerpt from Slave for Two…

Chris wasn’t exactly sure what the aliens looked like. The news reports of the initial invasion had really only shown the ships. The beings themselves hadn’t appeared until a few days later, and by that time, the Internet was down and television spots were sporadic. But there’d been glimpses.

The invaders were human-like, definitely large in stature, maybe six and a half feet or more. It was hard to tell. He hadn’t been able to differentiate gender. They all had thick long hair that fell in bunches, sections of it gathered by some sort of band, but that was only what he surmised. From what else he’d seen, the bunches of hair were primarily darker shades. The patches of skin that were visible or below the metallic-looking face masks, were a tan or bronze color with variations in between. But not being able to see their faces, their eyes—that somehow made them much scarier in Chris’ opinion.

However, the scariest thing of all was how muscular they were. They gave brawny a new meaning. Hand-to-hand combat with one of those things was laughable. Add in their weird weapons? Chris was surprised it’d taken them as long as it had to overpower the human race. With so little verifiable info to go on, he didn’t know what it took to kill one of them, or if the Earth’s armies even possessed weapons that could kill them.

He let out an aggravated sigh.

“What?” Morgan eyed him warily as he tromped alongside him on the well-worn dirt trail.

“Nothing. Just pointless thoughts on how to kill one of those things.”

“But… But you said we shouldn’t. That if they came for us, not to try to kill them.”

“I know, I know. That’s why it’s pointless.” He glanced over at Morgan before turning his attention back to the uneven ground below him. “You, me, my mom and especially the girls—none of us can fight them, so we don’t. We don’t make the same mistake that my dad and your—” Chris cleared his throat. “Anyway, like I’ve said all along, we don’t fight them.”

They hiked along in silence for a while, hugging the shade when they could and constantly brushing away the little bugs that seemed to love their sweat.

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you thought about, you know, a way out? A last resort?”

Chris frowned. “You mean how to escape if we got captured? Because once they get a hold of us, I really don’t—”

“No Chris. I meant a way out before they capture us. You know, like when a spy has a poison capsule he swallows if he gets taken by the enemy.”

Chris came to a complete halt, yanking Morgan back by his shirt. “Listen, you turd. You’re not even going to think about that for one second, got it?”

Morgan jerked free of Chris’ grasp then whirled around to face him. “Oh right. Like you never gave it a thought.”

Damn him. “That’s not important. What is important is that we don’t give up hope. Even if we do get captured, there’s no way of guessing what will happen down the line. For all we know, China or Australia or the flippin’ Netherlands will find some way to bring them down, and we would’ve gone and done something stupid like that.” Chris struggled to keep his tears at bay. “My dad said to stay alive no matter what. I’m sure your dad would say the same thing if he was here. Don’t let his and Aunt Sara’s deaths be for nothing.”

Morgan’s head was bowed. “Fuck everything. Fuck this mountain. Fuck this trail, fuck my whole fucking life. I hate this. I fucking hate all of it.”

Chris swiped at his eyes before the tears he couldn’t stave off could be seen. “Me too, you big dork.” Chris wiped his face again then took a slug of his water. “Come on. Let’s go get some gummy bears.”

Morgan snorted out a laugh. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, like you don’t want gummy bears?”

“Tram gift shop?” Morgan raised his eyebrows.

“Heck yes. Now let’s get a move on soldier.”

 


Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights
writing about men loving men forever after. Even though she’s been crafting her
naughty tales of romance for more years than she’d like to share – her
adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been
fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists, along with two
titles receiving recognition from the Rainbow Book Awards. Once upon a time,
she was the lead singer and songwriter in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted
on U.S. college radio. Morticia currently resides on the beautiful northern
Oregon coast, and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men, she takes walks
along the ocean and occasionally annoys the local karaoke bar patrons. 


 


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Blog Tour, and Exclusive Excerpt – The Pill Bugs of Time by Angel Martinez

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Publisher: Pride Publishing
Author: Angel Martinez
Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis
Length: 31K
Format: ebook (and print in Offbeat Crimes: Volume 1)
Release Date: General release 9/20/16
Pairing: M/M
Price: $4.50

 

Blurb:

Vikash Soren, the perfect police officer except for his odd paranormal ability, never seems to lose his temper. Always serene and competent, he’s taken on the role of mediator in a squad room full of misfits. But on the inside, he’s a mess. Unable to tell his police partner that he loves him, Vikash struggles silently, terrified of losing Kyle as a lover, partner and friend.

But life in the 77th Precinct doesn’t leave much room for internal reflection. A confrontation with a stick-throwing tumbleweed in Fairmount Park leads to bizarre consequences involving pill bugs, statues and…time travel? If Vikash manages to survive the week and stay in one point in time, he might be able to address normal things like relationship problems. He just needs Kyle to have a little more patience. Maybe a few centuries’ worth.

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Offbeat Crimes Series Info:

Every region has them, but no police department talks about them—the weird crimes, the encounters with creatures out of nightmares. The 77th Precincts exist in certain cities to handle paranormal crime and containment, usually staffed with experienced officers exhibiting psychic abilities.

In Philadelphia, through an odd mix of budget issues and circumstance, the 77th is manned entirely by officers with bizarre or severely limited psychic talents. The firestarter who can’t get a spark when it’s humid. The vampire who can’t drink whole blood. These are the stories of the misfits, the outcasts from even the strangeness of the paranormal community. Call them freaks, but they’re police officers first, serving and protecting, even if their methods aren’t always normal procedure.

 

Excerpt:

Four inches of snow had fallen the night before, coating the browns and greens of the park in a uniform layer of white, softening the aggressive lines of statue plinths, hiding the imperfections that the spring thaw would reveal in shameless stripper fashion. Bright winter sun plucked golden sparks in Kyle’s red hair. Kyle Monroe, with his once-broken nose and his burn-scarred hands, who couldn’t have been more beautiful to Vikash if angels had burnished his skin.

I’m in love with him. I’m in love with my partner and I can’t tell him. Don’t dare tell him.

For Kyle, being with a man wasn’t a big deal. Nothing relationship-wise seemed to be with him. As far as Vikash could tell, Kyle had never had a serious, long-term boyfriend. While Vikash? He had always struggled—to explain to his family that he was bi, to re-explain that fact constantly to every significant other he ever had, to hide who he was at work with meticulous care. Bad enough to be a gay cop, but an out bisexual cop? It would be like tossing a chocolate unicorn in a locked room full of starved squirrels. Picked apart bit by bit until there was nothing but crumbs.

Every time his reserve, his well-hidden anxiety, his inability to pick a side—as his last girlfriend had put it—had scuttled his relationships. They had seen it as a lack of commitment, as if his bisexuality were an automatic gateway to infidelity and promiscuity. Kyle wasn’t asking him to change. Kyle at least said he understood, but the restlessness had begun, the irritation with the fact that he simply couldn’t be open and out in public, that he had to keep work and home life in hermetically sealed boxes. It wouldn’t be long now before Kyle reached his limit.

Vikash had insisted they each keep their own apartments. He insisted they come to work separately. He was the one who twitched away when Kyle tried to take his hand across a restaurant table. Self-sabotage? Probably. He was good at that. Though this time it was a choice he didn’t want to make between relationship and career, and the longer he avoided facing that choice, the more he guaranteed spectacular and messy relationship failure.

When Kyle turned onto the normally peaceful, tree-lined avenue of Mount Pleasant Drive, there couldn’t be any doubt they were heading in the right direction. Small clusters of screaming people rushed past their squad car, one man nearly running straight into Vance’s bumper directly behind them.

In the absence of tourists and park-goers, the circular drive in front of the mansion proper was deathly quiet. The main house of white trimmed in red brick with its matching outbuildings crouched in a forlorn huddle against the snow, fancy teacakes lost in an explosion of white icing. The deceptively peaceful scene sent a shiver up Vikash’s back. Unless the stampeding crowd had all reached the same sudden painful epiphany about the meaninglessness of existence and had run off screaming in a mass existential panic, something was lurking nearby.

Vikash scanned the grounds as he got out of the car, unwilling to make a move in any direction yet.

“It’s quiet. Too quiet,” Kyle muttered the old movie cliché and Vikash had to stifle a nervous snicker.

“We’re at about fifty percent humidity.” Jeff Gatling came around the car to Vikash’s side. “Vance? Got spark?”

Luckily, Vance was intent on the hunt and not on tormenting Kyle. He held up a hand, fingers pointed skyward. Smoke curled up, then a dark puff erupted before flames danced over his fingertips. “Oh, yeah. We got spark. Bring it on.”

“Contain if we can,” Jeff admonished softly. “Incinerate as a last resort. You hear me, Vance?”

His partner grumbled, but joined them as they all retrieved nets and bags from their squad cars. Movement caught the edge of Vikash’s sight. He turned slowly and spotted a quick flash of something vanishing behind the outbuilding on the left.

“There.” He pointed, moving slowly but deliberately across the snow.

“Did you see it, Kash? How big?” Kyle moved out a few feet to the left, in case their culprit decided to flee.

Vikash shook his head. “Didn’t see enough.”

The snow was new enough not to have a crunch to it yet, muffling their steps as they worked their way around the building, Vikash and Kyle to the left, Jeff and Vance to the right. When the thing broke cover, it did so with alarming speed, barreling from behind the building and knocking Kyle to the ground before rolling over him.

“Kyle?” Vikash called, even as he tried to herd the thing back to Jeff and Vance.

“’M all right.”

While Vikash wasn’t convinced, he couldn’t go back to check on his partner yet. Seven feet in diameter, the bizarre apparition that had caused a stampede appeared to be a giant ball of horticultural debris. It rolled and bounced toward the river, sticks, dried leaves and vines all tangled and prickling unevenly along its surface like a bad haircut. With his longer legs, Vikash outdistanced his colleagues easily and so was directly in the line of fire when the tumbleweed of madness stopped abruptly, shook itself, and hurled a mass of stick missiles his way. He dove to the side, his jacket taking the brunt of the assault. Behind him, he heard a sharp cry of pain.

The tumbleweed rustled again, apparently readying a second volley. Vikash covered his head and risked a glance back at Jeff, sprawled on the ground with a two-inch diameter stick embedded in his shoulder.

Vance rose from where he had knelt beside his partner, his face scarlet as he bellowed, “Fucking freakazoid!”

Flames shot from his fingers when he flung out one arm then the other, ten-foot gouts of flame that threatened to set the trees on fire as Vance raced toward the tumbleweed. With smoke rising from several fire strikes, the creature fled in erratic bounces across Kelly Drive until it reached the Playing Angels sculpture beside the river. For a moment, Vikash was afraid it would leap into the river, but it cowered behind the three horn-playing angels on their tall plinths, dodging from one to another as Vance kept up his barrage.

“Vance!” Jeff called, struggling to sit up. “Knock it off! Containment!”

But Vance ignored him, muttering a stream of invectives about freaks firing on law enforcement. While sometimes it could be a tough call dealing with nonhuman lawbreakers, their standing orders were to detain unless the creature posed an imminent threat. To Vikash at least, it was clear that the tumbleweed was more frightened than malicious. He slammed into Vance, tackling him into the snow beneath the right-hand angel while Kyle tried to beat out the spreading flames with his jacket.

Even with blood spreading down his blue uniform shirt, Jeff joined the fire suppression effort, though it seemed hopeless. The flames popped and snapped, and a terrible, frightened wailing came from the center of the tumbleweed.

 

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Publisher: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-pill-bugs-of-time 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Pill-Bugs-Time-Offbeat-Crimes-ebook/dp/B01K4WX2MQ

 

 

Author Bio:

The unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, (same husband for almost twenty-four years) gave birth to one amazing son, (now in college) and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.

Published since 2006, Angel’s cynical heart cloaks a desperate romantic. You’ll find drama and humor given equal weight in her writing and don’t expect sad endings. Life is sad enough.

She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes.

 

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Blog Tour Spotlight and Giveaway – Hide and Seek by TM Smith




Dusty Anderson left his hometown in Justin, Texas for the Big Apple not long after graduating high school with dreams of becoming an actor. A year later, no closer to realizing his dream but pretty damn close to being broke, he comes across a flyer in a local gay bar that provides a solution to his dilemma. Six years later, Dusty has all but forgotten his dream to be an actor. The family he gained when he went to work at All Cocks and the job itself are enough for him, for now at least. 

David Thompson is barely twenty-one, high on life and starting his second year at NYU as an Art student. Now that he is old enough to enjoy the city’s night life, David finds his first crush at a local hot spot in the village, The Monster Bar. Young love is laid to rest though, when David comes out to his mother and older brother with disastrous results. 

A tragic incident at the hands of David’s brother changes the course of all of their lives and brings the two together, but is it coincidence or fate? Regardless of unlikely circumstance, Dusty is inexplicably drawn to David, who suddenly finds himself alone in the world. Protective of David from the start, Dusty realizes his extended family at All Cocks and his best friend Kory will not understand this new relationship. Fearing the worst, Dusty plays a dangerous game of hide and seek, risking everything to keep David safe and sheltered. 

But hiding can only last for so long, and David and Dusty aren’t the only ones dealing with uncertainties. The Dimir men find that the one thing they’ve longed for might be within reach and Dusty’s father, Dean, arrives in town unexpectedly with secrets of his own. Truths come out and trust is put to the test. Can the All Cocks family find the happiness they deserve? 

This is the 6th book in the All Cocks stories series, the series would read best if read in order, but each book can be read as a standalone story. 

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“This was a sweet story, aside from the bad things David must overcome, and I was not disappointed with any of it. The All Cocks family continues to grow, and I can’t wait to see what’s coming next.”
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“This series is fabulous. Each set of men have their own trials and tribulations and are connected like a large family. Each time a read a story in this book I say this is my favorite. They just get better and better. I have no idea how T.M. Smith will top this but I can’t wait to see.”
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A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia;
TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now
calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or
ticking away on her next novel.
 
Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and
decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, she is
passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because, seriously people,
Love is Love!
 
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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Say It Right by AM Arthur

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Title: Say It Right
Author: A M Arthur
Series: All Saints #2
Can be read as a standalone
Release Date: September 12th 2016
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

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After his parents kicked him out for being gay, Marc Villegas lived on the streets before getting a second chance. Now he’s giving back by working at a shelter for LGBT teenagers—because helping fight their demons keeps his own at bay. Including his infatuation with the former best friend he’s sure is straight.

Anthony Romano hasn’t seen Marc since Marc left home eight years ago. In his confidant’s absence, Anthony turned to heroin. Now at rock bottom, he has an offer from Marc to help him get clean. Detox is hard and ugly, but not as hard as admitting the truth: he’s in love with Marc. Always has been.

Marc swore he’d never date an addict, but he never dreamed the one in question would be the man he’s always wanted to be with. As the two explore their feelings for each other, Marc faces a difficult choice. Say yes, and it could cost him his sobriety; say no, and it could cost him his heart.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30066494-say-it-right?ac=1&from_search=true

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EXCERPT

As January snow eased into February deep-freeze, Anthony fell into a pretty good routine. He found an NA meeting he could walk to that started at eight in the morning, every weekday. By the time he got back, Marc was home from the shelter. They had breakfast, and then Marc drove him to Frank’s so he could work on the truck, and then picked him up again in time to share dinner before Marc returned to the shelter.

Weekend days he spent at Half-Dozen learning the ins and outs of a coffee shop business, understanding the needs of the food truck based on the product Ezra wanted to sell, and getting to know people. He genuinely liked the staff. The bus boy, Romy, was skittish but super friendly, and their barista Brandy chatted him up like they’d been friends for years. He even got to meet Alessandro’s other half, a gawky bookworm named Jaime, who was probably the smartest person Anthony had ever met.

He didn’t know anyone else who had a college degree, much less was working on a Master’s.

His favorite thing, though, was mealtimes with Marc. He’d never imagined something as simple as sharing plates of scrambled eggs and scrapple in the morning, or heating up canned soup at night, would be so precious to Anthony. Precious because those times were so fucking normal that for a little while, Anthony forgot he was a recovering drug addict. He forgot he was living in someone else’s home under an invitation that could be revoked at any time. He forgot Marc was HIV positive and that Anthony still didn’t have the balls to go get his own stupid self tested.

Common sense told him he should soon, especially working in a garage around sharp objects. But his balls didn’t itch and nothing looked swollen, so he avoided the clinic.

Until the hearts and flowers and candy started appearing all over the place and every other commercial was about diamond jewelry for the woman you loved, and Marc started getting quiet. Wistful, almost. Like he wanted what everyone else around them had—someone to love.

Anthony couldn’t give him that—yet—but he could do something else to show he loved and trusted Marc. And that Anthony could be loved and trusted right back.

 

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About the Author

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No stranger to the writing world, A.M. Arthur has been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long. She credits an early fascination with male friendships and “bromance” (and “The Young Riders”) with her later discovery of and subsequent affair with m/m romance stories. When not writing, she can be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments. You can contact her at AM_Arthur(at)yahoo(dot)com.

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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Good Boys by Keelan Ellis

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Title: Good Boys
Series: The Solomon Series, Book One
Author: Keelan Ellis
Genre: Gay Fiction, Detective, Mystery
Length: Novel
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Synopsis

Paul Solomon is a homicide detective in Baltimore, a city with a high murder rate and a complicated relationship between the police and the citizens they are sworn to protect.

He’s also a gay man who has been out on the job since he first joined. Being out on a tough police force hasn’t always been easy, but living with integrity is important to him.

Paul’s love life becomes as tumultuous as his job with the demise of his relationship of eight years. While dealing with the emotional and physical upheaval in his personal life, a case comes across his desk that hits a little too close to home—the murder of two gay teenagers.

Paul and his partner, Tim Cullen, must solve the double homicide, and Paul has to find a way to move on from his failed relationship.

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Excerpt

Before he even opened his eyes Paul knew something was wrong. He could feel the heat of the morning sun on his face in a way that never happened in his west-facing bedroom, but for a few seconds he couldn’t figure out why it was wrong. The bed felt familiar enough, and smelled familiar too.

Oh, shit.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his face and pressing his heels into his forehead as if that might somehow hold back the monster headache he felt pushing its way into the backs of his eyes. His stomach lurched as he carefully swung his legs onto the floor, and he lowered his head into his hands until it passed. He made his way to the bathroom, at one point losing his balance slightly and bumping into the wall.

In the shower, he leaned up against the slick tiles and angled the showerhead so he could let it run over him. He tried closing his eyes, but little pinpricks of light blossomed behind his lids. He started to feel dizzy, so he opened them again. Bits and pieces of the night before began to creep into his consciousness, and he sincerely wished he could block them out for a little while longer. No such luck. The stack of flattened boxes in the entranceway when he’d gotten home the day before—and the look on Andy’s face as he told him he needed to move out—had started the whole thing. They’d fought. There were tears, followed by wine, and then scotch. Paul was pretty sure that what happened next wouldn’t surprise a single goddamn person in the entire world. The worst part was that it wasn’t the first time it had happened, and he’d been no less regretful either of the other times. One would think he’d learn his lesson eventually.

Paul stayed in the shower until the hot water was gone, swallowed three Advil, and looked at himself in the mirror. At thirty-eight he still had his dark curls, but his beard was starting to come in grey where he used to have some copper strands. Today he felt like he could see the future in his face. He looked ten years older this morning, at a minimum. He picked up his razor and shaved carefully, still managing to nick himself on his jawline with his unsteady hand.

Oh well, maybe I’ll actually look like a real cop today. Too bad I don’t have any short-sleeved dress shirts. Not that his work wardrobe was any great shakes, but Andy had started buying him ties back when he first joined the homicide squad, and he had excellent taste. In their better days he’d sometimes tie them for Paul in the morning before he headed out the door for his commute to the city; but that was years ago.

Ten minutes later he was downstairs in the kitchen hunting for his stainless steel travel mug. He wasn’t late, but he didn’t want to hang around the house. He was hoping to make it out the door without a conversation. He poured himself coffee, dumped in some cream, and was just congratulating himself on his success when he walked right past Andy on the way to the door.

“Good morning,” Andy said, sounding much more like a co-worker than someone who’d been his boyfriend for nearly eight years. Paul couldn’t detect any anger or even regret about the previous evening, but there was no warmth in his voice at all. He looked at the man sitting on the living room sofa, seeing him more clearly than he had in a while. It was impossible to tell that he was hungover, even though he’d had at least as much to drink as Paul had. He was wearing a beautiful wool-silk blend sweater with a pair of slim, dark jeans that had surely cost more than Paul’s entire suit. No tie today, so he must be working from home. His blond hair, just now starting to be touched with silver, shone in the sun coming in through the window. At forty-four he was in amazing shape and still as gorgeous as the day they’d met. Paul wondered, as he often did, why he couldn’t make himself feel the way he once had about him.

“Hey,” Paul said, “I’ve got a lot of shit to catch up on at work, so I should get going.”

Andy rolled his eyes, winced slightly, and touched his temple. “Don’t worry; I’m not looking for a conversation this morning. I wanted to make sure you know that nothing changes just because we fucked, okay? That was goodbye sex. You still have to move out.”

Anger flared in Paul’s chest. As if he didn’t know that already. Despite his desire to get out the door, he found himself warming to an argument. “Yeah? No shit. Did you think I thought we were getting back together or something? Jesus, we broke up six months ago. If that was an option, I think it would have happened before now. Did you think I was hoping the third time would be a charm?”

“Paul,” he said, softening a little, “I can’t do this right now. I know you’re pissed. I know you don’t want to deal with it, but I can’t move on with you in my house. It’s too confusing.”

My house. Andy had bought the house in northwest Baltimore County less than a month after they’d started dating. Paul had been promoted to detective a year earlier. Six months later he’d moved in. Two years after that he’d made it to the homicide division. He’d become a murder police. That had been his goal since he’d joined the department. He liked the job—found it satisfying—but the commute and the crazy hours of a Baltimore City detective were hard on a relationship; you could see the evidence of that all over the place. It had taken its toll on his relationship with Andy, but they both knew it couldn’t all be blamed on the job.

“Yeah,” he said, “you said that last night. I’m on it, okay?”

“That’s what you said three months ago, Paul,” Andy said, sounding more tired than angry. “Please. I really need you to follow through this time.”

“I said I’m on it. Today. I promise.” Paul hesitated before reaching for the doorknob, and said, “Should I say I’m sorry about last night?”

“Are you?” Andy asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Paul gave him a little smile and shook his head. “Not really.”

Andy snorted and made a shooing gesture with his hand. Paul headed out the door, squinting against the bright sunshine and ultra-blue early October sky.

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About the author

KEELAN ELLIS is an east coast girl for life, a progressive, a lover of music and musicians, a mother of two very challenging girls, a loyal though sometimes thoughtless friend, a slacker, a dreamer and a bad influence. She likes true crime podcasts, great television and expensive craft cocktails made by hipsters in silly vests.

KEELAN ELLIS can be found at:

Website: keelanellis.blogspot.com
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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Age is Just a Number Anthology by Wayward Ink Publishing

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Title: Age is Just a Number
Authors: Eric Gober, Layla Dorine, Lily Velden, Dale Cameron Lowry, Eddy LeFey, Asta Idonea, Louise Lyons, Kassandra Lea, Carol Pedroso, Aimee Brissay
Genre: Gay, Romance, May/December Romance, LGBT
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Synopsis

There’s something to be said for life experience, a little gray at the temple…

And then there is the appeal of youth.

When it comes to what the heart wants, Age Is Just A Number.

Excerpt

            As he’d stepped into Twin Peaks Tavern, patrons stopped drinking and smoking to gawk. He surveyed the crowd, and I wasn’t surprised when he walked toward Gary and me. I felt a mix of betrayal and sorrow as Gary shifted into cruising mode. He withdrew his attention from me and focused everything he had on the youth. I knew that, like scores of others, he was about to be seduced by Gary’s good looks, smoldering sexuality, and appealing age. Gary had just turned thirty, not forty like me. They’d hook up and have delirious fun for a month or so, and the poor boy would fall head over heels in love. But unless he could cast a magic spell, Gary would soon tire of him and send him packing with his heart shattered. However, he didn’t gravitate to Gary. Instead, he stopped equidistant between our barstools and introduced himself. Gary turned on the charm and complimented Michael’s haircut and the way he filled out his T-shirt and corduroys. I said nothing and finished my beer.

            When I set down my mug and stood to go, Michael cut Gary off mid-flirtation and gazed at me. “I really wanted to talk to you. I bet you’re old enough to give good advice. The two guys I’ve dated so far think sexual freedom is more important than committed love. Do you believe that’s really true?”

            I looked straight into his trusting green eyes and said, “I only know what’s true for me, and I want committed love.” Gary looked like a prince who’d just seen his throne usurped when Michael grinned and said, “Me too. Do you think you and I could go on a date?”

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Stories Included

TWENTY LIGHT YEARS BETWEEN US

Eric Gober

An alien encounter…
An unfortunate misstep…
A lightning fast journey through space…
The laws of physics are about to wreak havoc on Walt and Michael’s May-December love.

ALL ROADS LEAD WITHIN

Layla Dorine

When James spotted Rogue, a young man for whom wandering is like breathing, half-dozing on the hood of his car, he never expected that warning him about the dangers of sleeping out in the open would lead to a weekly visitor at his door.

NORTH PASTURE

Lily Velden

Upon the death of his grandfather, up and coming Fantasy author, Thomas, returns home.
A place he left four years earlier to get over his unrequited love for Sam Fletcher, his older, straight, and very much married neighbor.
Thomas soon discovers, however, that things are much changed with Sam…

AMERICAN MASTER BAKER

Dale Cameron Lowry

Baking is a way of life for Joey, a young pastry chef vying for first place in the popular reality show American Master Bakers.
But the judges have been showing favoritism to Terence, an aggravatingly attractive older man with more experience under his belt.
When the competition gets hot, so do the two men. Can a relationship that started in hatred end in love?

ALPHA AND OMEGA: THE CLAIMING

Eddy LeFey

A young Omega shifter meets a much older Alpha.
Will Elliot let Issac help him be who he is too afraid to be?

STAND AND DELIVER

Asta Idonea

Necessity has forced former soldier Captain Keen to assume the occupation of gentleman highwayman. His fortunes take a turn, however, the night he stops the Marquis de Beaumont’s coach and gets more than he bargained for when he utters the words “Stand and deliver!”

LOST AND FOUND

Louise Lyons

The loss of his best friend leads Phil to find love.

TRAIL TO LOVE

Kassandra Lea

There’s only one thing Kit Conley likes more than horses and that’s Roman Meadery.
But will the elite rider ever notice him?

CRUISING WITH LOVE

Carol Pedroso

Gus is under the thumb of a controlling father. Can meeting his mate give him a reason to make a break for freedom?
Nelson is twice Gus’ age, and very protective of what is his.
What will happen when Gus’ father tries to split them up? And what surprises does Nelson have up his sleeve?

NEAR MISS

Aimee Brissay

A few seconds, that’s all it takes to make a difference between life and death.
Between killing someone and stopping on time.
But is it enough to turn yourself around when you’ve hit bottom?
Or to make you recognize something good when you have it?

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