Feb 08

Cover Reveal: PATIENCE by Grace R. Duncan

PatienceFSPatience
Forbes Mates, Book 2
Dreamspinner Press
Cover by Reese Dante
Release date: 3/7/2016
230 pages
Preorder: ebook: http://bit.ly/1mgLZwP paperback: http://bit.ly/1UODapT

Blurb:

Jamie Ryan was almost ready to accept he’d never find his destined mate. They’re uncommon to begin with and same-sex versions downright rare. Since his gay best friend found a destined mate, Jamie figured he was out of luck. Until end of semester stress forces him to go through the full-moon shift early. Stuck in wolf form, he runs into none other than his destined mate. Who’s human.

Chad Sutton has always had good instincts. They served him well as a detective and continued on when he went private. Those instincts tell him there’s something about the dog that comes up to him while running away from animal control that isn’t quite right. He works to put the pieces together, but is unsuccessful until his dog turns into a human before his eyes.

Jamie has no idea what a shifter mate bite will do to a human. He’s terrified to try—and possibly kill his mate. They hunt together for answers while working together on a case for Chad. It’s easy to see they belong together, but Jamie fears the gods gave him someone he can’t keep.

Excerpt:  

Jamie threw back another shot and set the glass on the bar. It was days like this that made him wish to hell his metabolism wasn’t so damned fast. Thanks to his wolf, there wasn’t much he could do. His body processed alcohol almost as fast as he could drink it.

It didn’t help that he’d been feeling out of sorts the whole day. After his last final, he’d loaded the rest of his things from his dorm room into his car. All through it, he’d felt just… off. He couldn’t wait until he got back out to pack lands and Tanner and Finley’s house. They both insisted he take one of the spare rooms when he wasn’t on campus.

He hadn’t wanted to at first. He wasn’t sure he wanted to sit around and watch Tanner and Finley be loving and physical. It wasn’t so much that he still had feelings for Finley. He didn’t, thank the gods. It was more of a different sort of jealousy. Now that he’d seen what it was to have a mate, he wanted one of his own—badly.

Tanner and Finley had tried to set him up with their friend the pack doctor, Miles. While Jamie could admit Miles was most definitely hot, with his long red hair and lean physique, Miles wasn’t his destined mate. And they got along well enough, but he didn’t even feel the interest with Miles he had with Finley. Luckily for both of them, Miles felt the same. They’d been able to occasionally fuck and be good friends, but that’s as far as it had gone.

Thankfully, Tanner and Finley weren’t as bad as he’d expected. They kept most of their physical stuff to their bedroom, with the occasional touch and kiss in front of him. So going back there for holidays and breaks wasn’t as bad as he’d been afraid it would be.

And now he wanted nothing more than to get on the road and make the hour-and-a-half-in-traffic trip back. His wolf had been prodding him for a while, and he needed to shift and run, let him loose.

Jamie tried to think of the last time he’d shifted outside of the full moon. When he realized he wasn’t sure, it made sense that he was so antsy. He was rather surprised he hadn’t started chasing the mailman down the street or chewing on his roommate’s slippers. Their kind had an unfortunate tendency to display horribly doglike behaviors—in human form—when they didn’t shift often enough. The worst of the side effects included full-blown attention deficit issues. Considering he was at the tail end of his junior year in college and squeaking through finals, Jamie counted himself lucky he’d managed to keep from any of that.

The prodding was undoubtedly the reason he was feeling out of sorts. His wolf prowled just under the surface, and he wondered if he shouldn’t just tell his friends good-bye and head home.

Come on, man! You’re being a lightweight tonight,” his roommate, Dwayne, said, shoving another shot at him. “You usually drink all of us under the table.”

I gotta drive home, dude,” Jamie said. He wasn’t about to explain that it didn’t matter how many shots he had, he could sober up in no time and still drive.

You can crash on my couch,” Troy offered.

Jamie turned to his other friend and shook his head. “Naw, it’s okay. I guess I can do a couple more.” He picked up another glass and lifted it to his lips, then stopped when he realized the fine hairs on the back of his hand weren’t quite so fine. He blinked, confused, since his vision was still normal.

Right then, the colors faded to grays. Jamie downed the shot quickly and closed his eyes, pretending to struggle to swallow the liquor, trying to fight his wolf back into its place.

Not yet. Just a little longer.

When he opened his eyes, the color was back, but his wolf was even closer to the surface. He glanced at his watch—a digital with the moon phases on it, just in case—but the full moon was still more than two days away. The date didn’t seem to matter, though. Jamie was losing the fight against his wolf, and he needed to get out of there—fast.

Dude, you okay?” Troy asked, peering at him.

Dwayne was grinning from the other side. “I think he finally had one too many.”

Jamie jumped on the excuse. “Uh, yeah. Something with that last shot. Need some air. Sorry.” With that, he hurried out to the street and took a deep breath. Unfortunately, Forbes Avenue in the heart of Oakland—Pittsburgh’s college district—wasn’t the best place for fresh air. All he got for his trouble was two lungs full of exhaust and a burning nose. He knew better—he’d been fighting the stench of city for most of the last two years—and he cursed himself for doing it anyway.

Shaking his head at himself, he darted past the Dunkin’ Donuts and the door to The O, then around the corner, looking for a quick place to hide. His vision turned gray again, and he struggled to hold his wolf back at least until he could get hidden. He ducked into the alley just beyond the building and let out a breath.

Before he could think of how to handle this, his wolf broke through, and Jamie found himself forced through the shift. His gums itched as his teeth dropped, his claws extended, and fur erupted over his skin. His bones and muscles realigned, and seconds later, he landed on four paws.

He shook himself hard and gave himself just a moment to savor being in his fur again. But this was not the place for him to be in wolf form. He was too far away from Schenley Park, or any other park, for that matter. Never mind the fact that wolves didn’t wander around in city parks. They weren’t even truly native to this region, much less would they be found in a park completely surrounded by city.

He prodded his wolf, trying to nudge him back so he could take his human form again. However, his wolf refused to relinquish control. Jamie struggled, trying to internally reason with his wolf—if he could go back to human, he could get home to the forest and shift for a while. His wolf wouldn’t listen. He was getting truly worried now, when his human side couldn’t pull the lupine side back.

No matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to get control. Huffing, Jamie sat and considered his options, though there were very few. He could keep trying to shift, but he suspected that would be an exercise in futility. He could try to get to his car… except there was no way he could get the door open, even if he could get down the street and through the garage unseen.

He turned to his clothes and nosed through the pile of denim scraps that used to be his jeans. He managed to pull his phone out with his mouth, but the screen wouldn’t recognize the touch of his paw. Not that he knew what he’d do anyway. Call Finley, maybe. But that obviously wasn’t an option.

He looked toward the street but knew that was a bad idea, no matter how much he wanted to get away. Until he was human again, he didn’t dare risk venturing out of the alley. That left the other direction.

Jamie looked down at his clothes, then left them to explore the short distance to the back wall. He found milk crates, a huge trash compactor, the currently raised bottom of a fire escape, a couple of recycling bins, and not much else. A door that presumably led into the kitchen of The O sat in the wall to his right. At the end of the alley, it turned in an L-shape into a tiny parking lot Jamie hadn’t known was there.

It was dark enough no one should be able to see him, so he figured his best bet at this point was find a spot in the corner and wait. Hopefully, after some rest and time in his fur, his wolf would let go and he could get back into his human skin.

He nosed open one of the recycling bins first. It took a couple of trips, but he got his clothes, shoes, watch, phone, and wallet into the bin. Even if they ended up in a dump somewhere, he didn’t want them just lying out on the ground where someone could steal them. Once he was human again, he could fish them out, but until then at least they were out of sight.

He found a quiet spot under the fire escape and behind the door to settle in. With a sigh, he lay down and rested his head on his paws to wait.

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If you haven’t read it yet, now would be a great time to check out Devotion, Forbes Mates #1 and where you get to meet Jamie first. Find out more about Devotion and see how you can get Tanner and Finley’s story here: http://www.grace-duncan.com/devotion .

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grace_nohateGrace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica. A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind. As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Feb 06

#RainbowSnippets: Dreamers’ Destiny – 02/06/2016–02/07/2016

 

My snippet is 6-ish sentences from my upcoming book, Dreamers’ Destiny, due out in April 2016 from Dreamspinner Press. Dreamers’ Destiny is m/m, erotic romance. (I refuse to acknowledge the miscount of this weeks snippet… and that may or may not be after creative punctuation, lol – please ignore and enjoy!)

Oh, and 18+ only please

Hope you enjoy!

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Cameron squirmed, pushing up against Liam. “Lee, please don’t tease.”

He chuckled, loving how ready Cam always was for his touch. “Just taking my time, baby. Can’t get enough of your taste… of you,” he added and nipped Cameron’s side.

“Then taste me lower,” Cam panted, raising his ass as much as possible with Liam still sitting on him. “I know how much you like eating me… please, Lee.”

© 2016 Tempeste O’Riley

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Blurb:

Liam Grady is the owner of the Feathered Quill, a quirky little bookstore in Asheville, and—though he doesn’t realize it yet—a dreamwalker. His last relationship failed almost a year ago, and he’s not had the interest or nerve to pursue anyone he’s met since.

Cameron Danu is a tattoo artist from rural Georgia. Cameron is left without a job after his boss, Jose, is forced to close the shop after a heart attack. When Cameron learns Jose has set up an interview for him at a small tattoo parlor in Asheville, he hopes for a fresh start in a new town.

Fate brings Cameron and Liam together, and they realize they’ve met before—in their dreams. A chance encounter and a winged tattoo might lead them to their destiny—if fear doesn’t turn their dreams into a nightmare.

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Follow along at Rainbow Snippets, founded by Charley Descoteaux for all the great teasers!

Jan 30

#RainbowSnippets: Dreamers’ Destiny – 01/30/16–01/31/16

Follow along at Rainbow Snippets, founded by Charley Descoteaux for all the great teasers!

 

My snippet is 6 sentences from my upcoming book, Dreamers’ Destiny, due out in April 2016 from Dreamspinner Press. Dreamers’ Destiny is m/m, erotic romance. (I was a little creative with my punctuation to make it 6 sentences, lol…)

Oh, and 18+ only please

Hope you enjoy!

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He caressed Cam’s neck and shoulders before he moved down Cameron’s back again. Liam molded a palm over one bare buttock. With the other hand, he stroked up and down Cam’s back… up and down. His fingers paused on different spots of the tattoo and then started again. Liam bent forward, tracing the intricate design with the tip of his tongue. The hint of sweet skin and musk burst across his taste buds, drawing a groan from deep within him—he never could get enough of this man. 

© 2016 Tempeste O’Riley

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Blurb:

Liam Grady is the owner of the Feathered Quill, a quirky little bookstore in Asheville, and—though he doesn’t realize it yet—a dreamwalker. His last relationship failed almost a year ago, and he’s not had the interest or nerve to pursue anyone he’s met since.

Cameron Danu is a tattoo artist from rural Georgia. Cameron is left without a job after his boss, Jose, is forced to close the shop after a heart attack. When Cameron learns Jose has set up an interview for him at a small tattoo parlor in Asheville, he hopes for a fresh start in a new town.

Fate brings Cameron and Liam together, and they realize they’ve met before—in their dreams. A chance encounter and a winged tattoo might lead them to their destiny—if fear doesn’t turn their dreams into a nightmare.

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Jan 30

Winner Chosen….

Drum roll please as Mr. Random (from http://random.org) picks our lovely winner!

tick tock… tick tock… tick tock…

and the winner is… … … Michele!

Michele, please check your email as I’ve sent you information on collecting your prize!

Jan 26

Paranormal Romance Guild 2015 Awards!

Guess what? Whiskers of a Chance made it to the final round in the PRG Review’s Choice Awards along with some other great reads (seriously, who’s not addicted to the THIRDS series???! and why aren’t you??!???!?!!!!!) But I wanted to share how Whiskers did and who else finished with me Smile

M/M Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy Novel

 

1st place winner: Against the Grain – Charlie Cochet

 

2nd place winner: Ink and Shadows – Rhys Ford

 

Jan 23

#RainbowSnippets: Dreamers’ Destiny – 01/23/16–01/24/16

Follow along at Rainbow Snippets, founded by Charley Descoteaux for all the great teasers!

 

My snippet is 6 sentences from my upcoming book, Dreamers’ Destiny, due out in April 2016 from Dreamspinner Press. Dreamers’ Destiny is m/m, erotic romance. Here  you get to meet our two lovely MCs, well, sorta, lol….

Oh, and 18+ only please Winking smile

Hope you enjoy!

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Liam shifted his weight as he straddled Cameron’s hips and positioned himself so his hard cock settled in the valley of Cam’s tight little butt. He loved how Cam’s ass rounded, how there were those prominent little divots near the top that begged for his tongue to dip into. As he looked down at his lover, his gaze automatically traced the tattoo that covered his back and cheeks. He loved the sensual way the wings arched and curled over his shoulder blades and trailed down the sides of his back, the last bit cupping his firm ass. The Celtic knot in the center framed the slight bumps down his spine in such a way he couldn’t help but trace them on his way down. The gold and silver ink contrasted beautifully against Liam’s creamy, pale skin.

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Blurb:

Liam Grady is the owner of the Feathered Quill, a quirky little bookstore in Asheville, and—though he doesn’t realize it yet—a dreamwalker. His last relationship failed almost a year ago, and he’s not had the interest or nerve to pursue anyone he’s met since.

Cameron Danu is a tattoo artist from rural Georgia. Cameron is left without a job after his boss, Jose, is forced to close the shop after a heart attack. When Cameron learns Jose has set up an interview for him at a small tattoo parlor in Asheville, he hopes for a fresh start in a new town.

Fate brings Cameron and Liam together, and they realize they’ve met before—in their dreams. A chance encounter and a winged tattoo might lead them to their destiny—if fear doesn’t turn their dreams into a nightmare.

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Don’t forget about the #Giveaway going on! Win a free audiobook HERE

Jan 20

#Win an #Audiobook of Designs of Desire or Caged Sanctuary!

Who loves audio?

Well, if you do, stay tuned Winking smile because at the end there’s a chance to win the audio of either Designs of Desire or Caged Sanctuary! So… What’s your favorite type of romance? See, I’m not sure I really have a fave flavor of love. I have styles I don’t really enjoy, per se, but not a kind I think it the best of the best. I love love in all its shapes, forms, and types. As you can see from the two stories I have out in audio so far, I have a thing for MCs with mobility issues. But then, I have mobility issues, lol. I have forearm crutches, have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (James from Designs of Desire) and now use a Quickie GT and have to deal with all the fun that entails—like parking, maneuvering, accessibility, if there are steps, doors that are too heavy, etc. (Kade from Caged Sanctuary).

I’m going to share a little about each and then in the comments I want you to tell me what you think would be harder for you to adjust to, loss of walking or loss of stability in your joints (all over, not just in the legs). Yes, this is hypothetical and there is no right or wrong answer. It’s just interesting to see what others think is harder. I know for me, it depends on the day which I find to be harder to deal with and accept.

 

Caged Sanctuary
a male/male erotic BDSM romance
Dreamspinner Press
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Kaden Thorn, a dental surgeon who lives a quiet life, has no hope of finding the love he craves. A vicious gay bashing cost him the use of his legs and confined him to a wheelchair. He has given up hope of finding a Dom or even a non-kink partner to love him. When his best friend practically forces him to attend a dinner party, the last thing he expects is a strong Dom who can see beyond his wheels.

Deacon James is an architect and a demanding Dom, but he has spent the last couple of years without a sub or partner. When an employee invites him to a dinner party to meet his girlfriend, Deacon smells a setup but agrees anyway. He prides himself on being an excellent judge of character, and when he meets the younger dentist, he sees past the chair and finds a sweet submissive man who more than piques his interest.

Kade’s fears and demons continue to haunt him, challenging Deacon to use everything he’s learned as a Dom to earn Kade’s trust and submission. Deacon’s determined, though, willing to battle all of it to have Kade by his side and at his feet.

Want a little taste? Well, OK….

Deacon chuckled at how eager his boy was to see himself all trussed up. Smiling, he excused himself and returned shortly with his laptop. He had downloaded the images from his digital camera and had the shots ready for Kade in the photo viewer.

“I took three. One before we began but after you were decorated and bound with the ropes, the other two are later.”

“Why two later?” Kade stared at the computer, not taking his eyes off it, though Deacon hadn’t turned it so he could see the images.

“Let me show you. I think it will be obvious why when you see them.” Deacon settled on the bed next to Kade and turned the screen so Kade could see. The first was as he’d stated, of Kade tied to the bamboo pole, taken at an angle to see how open Kade was in that position, the intricate latticework of the silk ropes, and how he was blindfolded with his arms bound above him.

The next drew a gasp from Kade. He was in the same position, but the hand prints from the initial spanking and the flogging of his back were clear in the shot, as was how he strained his arms and back up as if seeking another strike. “That’s….”

“Gorgeous? Sexy as hell?”

Kade nodded as he reached out to trace one finger down the spine and along the legs of his image. “I don’t look broken like this.”

Deacon knew he was frowning, but didn’t care. “You’re not broken, Kaden. I would happily throttle the asshats that convinced you otherwise.”

“And the last one?” Kade asked, showing no sign of having heard Deacon.

“The last one is my favorite of the lot.” Deacon tapped the pad on the laptop again and the image changed.

Again, Kade hadn’t really moved much, but now the cane striping was clear on. His back was also streaked with Deacon’s spend. He had promised himself he wouldn’t enter Kade that way the first time in scene, but he’d been so hard he hurt and couldn’t resist adding his come to the beautiful marks on his boy. In Deacon’s personal opinion, Kade was the most beautiful sub he had had or seen.

“Oh, my…. You can see that I’m flying, my tears,” Kade whispered, voice reverent.

The odd watery tone made Deacon look at Kade again. When he did, he realized tears streaked Kade’s cheeks. “Oh, my sweet boy, why are you crying?”

“Never thought I’d fly again, much less be able to serve like this.” Kade quickly wiped at his eyes, turning away from Deacon. “Sorry.”

Deacon took a firm hold of Kade’s chin, pulling gently until Kade faced him. “Do not ever, and I do mean ever, apologize for being you. For serving me so perfectly. For feeling joy. Tears are not a sign of weakness,” he added when Kade seemed confused. “Your joy, your pain, your pleasure, all belong to me whether I’m right there with you or not. You’re my boy now.” Deacon dipped his head to take Kade’s lips in a soft kiss, hoping to show his boy how much he was wanted and how much he pleased Deacon both in and out of scene.

Designs of Desire
by Tempeste O’Riley

Series: Desires Entwined, Book #1
Genre: M/M, BDSM/Kink (lite), Contemporary Romance
Length: Novel / 200 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: July 29th 2013

Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.

As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.

James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?

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Excerpt

James gestured to the chair across the conference table and hoped Seth would sit. He hated to be stood over. Seth smiled and settled into the chair indicated. “Now, what can I do for you, sir?”

“We, Carrington Enterprises, are beginning a new venture and hope you can help with designs. Companies I can manage; design and draw, not so much.”

James nodded at Seth’s pause.

“Let me start by explaining the project you will brand. We’re opening a new hotel chain. This will be a little different than your usual hotel, though. Each site will be more like a large bed and breakfast, but they will cater to the GLBT community. It’s often an issue when a couple wants to vacation. They have to consider the area, the hotel, the other patrons even if they want to do something as simple as hold hands. That is, if they don’t want to be met with hate or possible violence.”

James wasn’t sure which impressed him more, the wonderful idea behind the hotel or the deep, commanding voice that instilled confidence in everything he said.

Obviously unaware of James’s internal dialog, Seth continued his spiel. “With our liberal policies and views, we have decided to make a place where judgment doesn’t exist. At least, that’s the theory.”

God, that voice! He shivered.

“Also, each site will have a club, bar, or restaurant attached. So, this will be an ongoing project, not a one-shot deal.” When finished with his little speech, Seth seemed inordinately pleased with the idea.

No wonder Brian gave me the account. He didn’t realize he had spoken aloud until Seth glowered at him.

“Excuse me?” Seth snapped. “I was assured you have no personal issues or biases that might hinder your ability to provide the needed work. Was I incorrectly informed?”

“No. No, sir. I apologize for my comment. It was out of line,” James said in a rush, trying to smooth over the obvious irritation his thoughtless words had caused.

“Are you able to do the branding or should I continue elsewhere?” Seth demanded.

“You misunderstand, Mr. Burns. I had wondered why I was given your account, considering I’m not one of the senior designers and your account would normally be reserved for one of them. Now that I hear what the project is, I understand why I was chosen.” He knew he was babbling but he couldn’t help it. “You see, I’m the only openly gay designer here and my family runs a small bed and breakfast. This project is perfect. In fact, once we have the branding set up, I’m sure I can point you in the right direction for some specialized marketing. Magazines, newspapers, websites, etcetera. We will help you with all of that, as well.” James tried to restrain the extent of his excitement over the project, but was unsure how successful he was. He didn’t want to seem flippant or inexperienced after admitting he was a junior designer with Skye Designs.

Seth raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Excited, are we? Carl said you were the man for the job. I guess he was right if enthusiasm counts. I have a full write-up of what we need and what we do and do not want to incorporate into the brand.” His smile fell and he became all business again. “This is an upscale getaway, not a high-priced bathhouse.”

“Understood, sir. I think the idea will work in areas with a large enough population of GLBT and open-minded people.” His hands itched to begin sketching and planning.

“Good. Once you’ve read over everything and start your designing, I want you to visit the site we chose for the first hotel. It’s here in Milwaukee, so it shouldn’t be too far for you. Would you be ready by Friday?” At James’s accord, Seth opened his briefcase and began pulling out folders and large manila envelopes and setting them in front of James. He paused, peered up at James, and blinked hard. “I should call someone to carry these things for you,” he mumbled, glancing at the items and toward James’s crutches. “You can’t fit all this in your bag.”

James pinched the bridge of his nose while counting to ten in his head. Why do they always see the sticks instead of me? “Mr. Burns.”

“Seth, please,” he interrupted, giving James a soft smile.

“Seth, Chase acts as my assistant when needed. He will tend to anything I can’t transfer up to my office personally. There is no need to be concerned.”

A strange look flashed across Seth’s face, but his expression quickly returned to his previous in-command smile. “Very good then.”

They chatted a bit about ideas and plans before Seth shifted his coat sleeve back to check his watch. With a slight frown, he said, “Well, I need to head back to the office. I will leave this all in your fine hands, James. Please call me here.” He pulled out his business card and wrote something on the back. “I look forward to our next meeting.”

Seth held out his hand. James flexed his fingers and clasped the offering. He knew this was for work, but somehow it felt different this time. Warm and strong, the grip shot tingles up his arm. Seth seemed to hold on a little longer than necessary for business needs. It had been so long since a man touched him, at least without violence or pain. James shook off the thought he might be interested. Beautiful men like Seth didn’t waste their time on guys like him. Besides, he wasn’t certain he wanted to go down such a painful road again.

James stood in the doorway, watching Seth saunter out the main doors, wishing for something, though not really sure what.

I’ll pick the winner on Jan 30th!

Dec 21

#Interview w/ Antonia Aquilante, #Author of The Prince’s Consort

The Prince’s Consort
by Antonia Aquilante
M/M Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Release Date: October 16, 2015
Length: Novel (290 pages)
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Legends tell of large cats defending the principality of Tournai, but such creatures have been lost to time.

Or have they?

Prince Philip inherited the throne at a young age, and since then, his life has centered around ruling his country and resisting those pressuring him to take a wife and conceive an heir—forcing him to hide his attraction to men. When kind-hearted Amory is offered to the prince in exchange for more time for Amory’s father to complete a commission, both Philip and Amory are horrified. But Philip agrees to keep Amory at the palace, where they gradually become friends, then lovers. For the first time in his life, Philip is free to share not only his heart, but the magical shape-shifting ability that runs in the royal bloodline.

Neither Amory nor Philip imagined falling in love, and they certainly don’t expect the lengths those who oppose their relationship will go to keep them apart—maybe even resorting to murder.

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Interview

What makes your stories different from other authors out there?

The Prince’s Consort is my first published novel. I’m new as a published author, though not as a reader, to the genre, so this question is a little tough. There are so many amazing stories out there. I just try to write stories that people can get swept up in – fantasy worlds they want to explore, characters that seem real despite the fantasy setting, and love stories they can believe in.

When did you first consider yourself an author?

I’ve written for most of my life and wanted to be an author since I was twelve years old, but the first time I called myself a writer was when I made the decision to seriously pursue publication after putting it off for a number of reasons for far too long. I didn’t actually call myself an author until I signed my first contract.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?

I’ve had days (plenty of days!) when the words don’t want to come or nothing in the story seems to be working, but I hate to call it writer’s block and I try not to let it stop me. I try to just write through it. If one scene isn’t working, I’ll write another that I see more clearly. I do my best to get words on the page. I can always go back and fix them later if they’re not the best words, but I need something there to fix.

If your writing was translated, which would be your preference:  TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

Movie or TV. I think fantasy worlds translate well on screen.

Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?

Everyone knows by now that I write romance. Some know more about the stories than others and only a few have read anything I’ve written so far, but everyone has been supportive. My mom especially. She has always believed in me and my writing, and she reads everything I write.

Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?

Not completely, but I’ve certainly taken traits or characteristics from people I’ve seen or met along the way. I think most writers probably do – inspiration can be found anywhere! My cousin’s husband, who has been really supportive of my writing, wants me to name a character after him, but he may get more than he bargained for if I do!

Who is your favorite author and why?

I can never choose one favorite author. There are so many whose books I love for various reasons – because their writing is amazing, because I love the worlds and the characters, because I can escape into their stories, because I learned from them, because they got me through a tough time. It makes it impossible for me to choose one.

Boxers, briefs, commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?

Depends on the man.

Do you as an author concentrate on one genre?  Or do you feel like you should try to find your voice amongst the genres?

I’ve been writing fantasy romance lately, but I have written in other genres in the past (though none of it’s published) and I have some ideas for stories outside fantasy romance. I’ll go where the characters take me.

And just because I love to tease 😉 what are you working on now, and what is coming up from you next?

Coming up next is the second Tournai book, The Artist’s Masquerade, which will be out from Dreamspinner in December or January. Right now, I’m finishing up revisions to the third Tournai book so I can submit it to Dreamspinner. Then I’ll start writing the fourth Tournai book. And I have a lot of ideas for after that!

*Note: The Artist’s Masquerade actually just released today! I’m a bad host as I’m late posting this interview so she wasn’t sure of the exact date when I interviewed her. But I can tell you both books are wonderful reads! Loved them (yes, read them already, lol).

Excerpt

Once they finished dessert, he stood and held out a hand to Amory. They took their refilled wineglasses and went back to the sitting room, fingers twined together. A fire crackled in the hearth, banishing the evening’s slight chill. Without speaking, they settled close together on the couch in front of the fire, the amber cushions soft around them. They were quiet for a while, the first silence between them since dinner began, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, though that tension was still there. They had talked and would talk more, but Philip didn’t feel the need to fill the quiet. So they sipped wine out of goblets made by Amory’s family business and watched the flames dance in the hearth.

He looked at Amory often. He liked looking at him, liked that each time he did, he discovered something else. The glow of Amory’s skin in firelight. The thick sweep of Amory’s lashes as he blinked. Amory’s gaze met his and held, as a faint blush colored Amory’s cheeks. Slowly, he reached out, took Amory’s glass, and set it down on the table with his own. Then he turned back to Amory and gently cupped his face. Amory’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and Philip had to bite back a groan. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Amory’s.

At the first touch of their lips, Amory moaned and pushed forward, hands coming up to clutch at Philip’s shoulders. Philip gave in to temptation and deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue into Amory’s mouth to explore and taste. Amory tasted sweet, of red wine and the cream from dessert and something that had to be Amory himself and was utterly delicious.

Philip couldn’t get enough of the taste, of that sweet mouth under his, so responsive and giving. He gathered Amory close. Philip told himself they would only kiss, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t touch a little, couldn’t see what Amory’s body felt like against his own. Amory came to him eagerly, pressing so close he was almost in Philip’s lap, wine and kisses overcoming any reticence Amory might have had. That eagerness was thrilling, heady.

He moaned, feeling Amory’s lithe body pressed up against his. Even through their clothes the sensation was incredible. He wanted skin on skin, but they couldn’t that night. He pulled back for a breath, to slow them down, to keep himself from devouring Amory. One look at Amory’s passion-glazed eyes and swollen lips, and his resolve was tested to the limit. Drawn back to Amory, he brushed light kisses along the line of Amory’s jaw, down his neck. Amory gasped when he reached one spot, so he lingered, kissing, licking.

Amory’s hands cupped Philip’s face and pulled him up into another kiss. Amory took control, and oh, could he kiss. Philip felt a bolt of jealousy for whoever had been kissing Amory for him to be so skilled, even as he pressed closer to Amory.

Didn’t matter. Amory was kissing him.

About the Author

Antonia Aquilante has been making up stories for as long as she can remember, and at the age of twelve, decided she would be a writer when she grew up. After many years and a few career detours, she has returned to that original plan. Her stories have changed over the years, but one thing has remained consistent – they all end in happily ever after.

She has a fondness for travel (and a long list of places she wants to visit and revisit), taking photos, family history, fabulous shoes, baking treats which she shares with friends and family, and of course reading. She usually has at least two books started at once and never goes anywhere without her Kindle. Though she is a convert to ebooks, she still loves paper books the best, and there are a couple thousand of them residing in her home with her.

Born and raised in New Jersey, she is living there again after years in Washington, DC, and North Carolina for school and work. She enjoys being back in the Garden State but admits to being tempted every so often to run away from home and live in Italy.

She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the New Jersey Romance Writers.

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Dec 18

#NewRelease NICHOLAS by Dianne Hartsock: #GuestPost & #Giveaway!

Hello everyone! So glad you could stop by. If you can’t tell, I’m super excited that my story NICOLAS releases today. Thank you so much Tempe for sharing your blog with me to celebrate. Hugs!

Can you believe it’s going to be Christmas in a few days? I was surprised when the Christmas lights started going up in the neighborhood, and in the blink of an eye, it’s going to be Christmas Eve. I’d better get the presents wrapped soon. We always do gifts Christmas Eve, then our stockings from Santa on Christmas morning.

I’ve always loved the idea of Santa Claus, the spirit of Christmas, spreading his message of peace and goodwill. I made sure to include that in my story, as well as some of the legend of St. Nicolas, how he helped the poor, and in one miracle, raised three children from the dead.

But there is a darker side to the Nicolas legend in Germany. The Krampus, a goblin who follows Santa and punishes the naughty children. He is also part of my book, a terrible creature pursuing Nicolas through the centuries, trying to undo all his good work on earth.

In my story, I tried to keep a balance between these two characters, good and evil, if you will. Though the Krampus is dark and treacherous, he’s not all powerful. And when he takes the form of a beautiful, sensual man, he may be hard to resist, but there is a sense of danger that surrounds him, as a warning to everyone he comes in contact with.

And even if Nico is a good man, he admits he’s no saint, taking sweet Jamie as his lover, though he knows he’s putting him in harm’s way. Krampus is a jealous soul, wanting Nico for his own, to torment or pleasure as he sees fit.

In the middle of this conflict I put Jamie, my gentle artist, loving and caring, a little more femme than his past lovers could appreciate. Hurt and alone, Jamie is quickly swept up in the drama between Nico and Piter, the Krampus, quickly proving he has a core of steel under his soft skin. He comes to love his passionate Italian, but will love be enough to save them?

Thank you all again for dropping in! The holidays are full of traditions, from Christmas decorations to trees to music. For a chance to win a $5 ARe Gift Card, please comment below telling me what your favorite holiday song is.

Happy Holidays!

by Dianne Hartsock
Genre: Spirits, Mythology, Paranormal, Fantasy, M/M, Romance
Release Date: December 18th, 2015
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Pages: 200

Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone. Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.

As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man’s malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?

When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie’s life is put in danger. And Jamie isn’t sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he’s merely a pawn in the Krampus’s game.

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Jamie startled awake. “What?”

He had trouble breathing, the crushing weight on his chest seeming to have followed him up from his dreams. But that couldn’t be right. He’d rented the cabin for its isolation. No one should be there. Did he still dream?

A warm breath brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver of dread and strange anticipation through him. “Easy, baby,” a silky voice whispered in the darkness. Sharp teeth nipped his earlobe and pleasure and pain sparked along his nerves. His eyes adjusted to the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, and he stared in amazement at the man gazing at him with wild green eyes, long pale hair, high cheekbones and a slender neck he craved to run his tongue along.

The stranger laid his weight on him, driving the air from his lungs and making Jamie struggle for every breath. Shifting position, the man sealed his full lips over Jamie’s, drawing a long groan from Jamie when an impossibly large cock slid against his. In sudden panic he reached to shove his unknown visitor away and touched hot skin and lean muscles. Of their own volition his hands roamed lower, following the curve of the stranger’s back to the rounded swell of his ass. He drew a quick breath and the man laughed into his mouth, pushed his tongue deep, thrusting inside to match the movement of his hips as he ground against Jamie’s aching dick.

Heat pooled in Jamie’s stomach. God, what was happening? The thing in his bed looked like a man, but his every instinct shouted otherwise. His skin was warm when it should have been cold from being outside. And how had he gotten in? All the windows and doors were locked tight against the winter storm. It was as if he’d just materialized in Jamie’s bed. “Who—”

He cried out when a hand pushed between them and grabbed their cocks, stroking them together until he lost the ability to think. So close! He grabbed onto the man’s firm ass and yanked him tighter against him, rising up to shove into his strong grip.

The triumphant hiss in his ear shot ice through his veins. “So naughty.”

“No!” Jamie struggled to sit up, scrambling back against the headboard. He blinked, finding himself alone in the room, only his ragged breaths disturbing the silence of the cabin. A forgotten anxiety knotted his stomach. Naughty. He hated that word, tossed about by the boys he once knew in school. The ones he’d suck off behind the gym, desperate for a gentle hand in his hair, balm against his loneliness. He’d been terrified his parents would find out he was different, that he liked girl things and found boys much more exciting than he should. They would know he was gay and there would be hell to pay for their freak of a son.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. God, that had been ages ago. The last shreds of the dream dissipated, and he reached for the bedside light, fumbling in the darkness for the switch. Low light stung his eyes and he blinked at the empty bedroom, unable to believe the attack hadn’t been real.

He flung off the heavy quilts and slid to his feet, clinging to the post at the foot of the bed as a wave of dizziness struck him. Laughter from the other room jolted him. Heart pounding, he bolted for the door and it crashed into the wall as he flung it open. The reddish glow from the banked fire on the hearth lit the main room of the cabin, though the kitchen area remained in shadows.

Jamie’s gaze swept the rooms, focusing on the dark corners. No one jumped out at him. Nobody sat on the couch. His coffee cup remained undisturbed where he’d left it on the hearth. Of course. The cabin was isolated, miles from the nearest neighbor. Who would bother to come way out there, especially with the threat of another snowstorm on the way?

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, pushing the sweat-drenched bangs from his forehead. Christ, the dream had seemed so real. The cold of the great room finally registered, creeping up from the hardwood flooring. Shaking, he crossed to the fireplace and stirred up the coals, adding another log.

 

Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.

Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.

Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

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Dec 02

The Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm Series in Review

Series: The Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm
Author: Vicktor Alexander
Genre: M/M Historical Romance, Alternate Universe, Trans*, Mystery, Military, Interracial, Fantasy
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

The Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm Series

Groom of Convenience
Cover by Shobana Appavu
Pages: 290

In an alternate universe, in the country of Angland, 1814, the gentry live lives of culture and class. It is a time of courtships, marriages of convenience, and titles, where scandal can ruin an entire family. Gender lines are blurred, and making a good match is of utmost importance. Children are born to men and women, which has led to the acceptance of same-sex marriages.

Lady Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is shocked and angry when he is betrothed against his will to Lord Heathcliff Eddington, III, the Duke of Pompinshire. While drowning his frustration at a popular gentleman’s club, he meets “Robert,” a gorgeous older man whom he sleeps with as “Timmy,” regardless of the potential damage to his reputation.

After their liaison, Lucien corresponds with Robert via letters left at Remmington, and they decide to elope. Before they can get away, Lucien meets his betrothed, Heathcliff, who he is surprised to discover is also his beloved, Robert. Both men desire a marriage of the heart, but they find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love under the right circumstances. But Lucien has a secret, and Tlondon isn’t as safe as they once thought.

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The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb
Cover by Anne Cain
Pages: 304

Orley Garrick is known throughout Angland not only as the man with two dukedoms but also as the hero who survived a brutal kidnapping at the hands of Nafoleon’s army, never once betraying the secrets of His Majesty. Still haunted by his memories, Orley pushes his crippled body to dangerous limits, all in an attempt to run from the demons of his past.

Until he meets Chester Boland, a maid in his friend’s household. Orley is besieged by desire for this gorgeous male woman, and by a connection he cannot ignore. But there are those within the Remmington Realm who take issue with the Duke’s choice—especially given Chester’s Tafrican lineage.

Having stared death in the face and won, Orley proposes they steal away and elope. However, before they can begin their new life, they uncover dangerous secrets that go deeper than they could ever imagine—involving those they trust the most.

Orley and Chester must discover exactly how deep these secrets run before their enemies make sure Chester is removed from Orley’s arms… forever.

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Series Review

So far there are only two books, but I am sure there will be more (Vicktor, please say you’re working on that!). I absolutely love the slightly bizarre world that is the basis for Scandalous Whispers. This is a world where the basics are the same, but gender and identity isn’t quite the same. The wrapper isn’t what makes you a lord or a lady, but whether you have a womb (and yes, boys can have wombs and girls can have longer than “norm” clitorises that can impregnate). It’s a unique twist on what is trans* and what is cis—and it’s fun!

With Groom of Convenience we have two people that have no interest in being betrothed to someone they have never even met! Can’t say as I blame them, personally. When they set out to forget, just for one night, before having to deal with what their families have done to them, they find so much more than they thought possible. But, can their hearts withstand the fallout?

It’s a true historical romance, in the richest manner. I loved Lady Lucien, how true to the feel and flow of a historical this story was, all while keeping the gender and boy bits in mind as the Lord and Lady issues issued forth. A truly fun and educational journey!

In The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb we have not only the wonderful and rich world Vicktor has created for us, but a mystery, a love connection between classes and races, and someone trying to kill Chester, or is it Orley they’re trying to do in?

Again the story flows wonderfully and the characters are rich and alive on the page. Until this series I wasn’t sure how one would write sure a thing and was insanely curious… but now that I’ve read them, all I can do is eagerly await (demand) Vicktor Alexander hurry up and write faster Open-mouthed smile

Overall, this series touches on many things for historical and current that makes you think and will have your mind spinning for days over. It’s not a light, fluffy ready, it’s not a bodice ripper, it’s a meaty, fun, wonderful series set in the historical past, just with a few twists Winking smile… Vic style.

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About the Author

Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to BDSM to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other, long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot, male nurses.

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Tour Dates & Stops:

27-Nov: Havan Fellows, Louise Lyons, Prism Book Alliance

30-Nov: Onwards, Upwards, House Millar

1-Dec: Jessie G. Books, Divine Magazine

2-Dec: Tempeste O’Riley

3-Dec: MM Good Book Reviews, Fantastical Worlds, Fiery Love

4-Dec: Mikky’s World of Books, Brightly Books

6-Dec: Love Bytes

7-Dec: Inked Rainbow Reads, BFD Book Blog

8-Dec: A.M. Leibowitz, Antonia Aquilante

9-Dec: Grace R. Duncan’s Blog

10-Dec: Bending The Bookshelf, Book Lovers 4Ever

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