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Releasing February 1, 2017 from Manifold Press!

Hot Italian Renaissance painters. Do I really need to say more?

 

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What it’s about:

In the village of Torrenta, master painter Morello has created a color that mimics the most expensive pigment of all, the crimson red. Master Zeno, from strife-ridden Medici Florence, tells him the color gives him a competitive advantage – but Morello must be careful. Fraud is ever-present in the dye and pigment markets.
 
As they work together in Torrenta, Morello falls hard for Zeno’s assistant, Benedetto Tagliaferro, a young man of uncommon beauty and intelligence. Benedetto is still fixed on his old lover, the master painter Leo Guisculo, and cannot return Morello’s affections.
 
But when Leo dies in a terrible accident, it’s to Morello that Zeno and Benedetto turn for help. And Morello soon finds that in Florence, every surface hides layers of intrigue.

75,600 words of Historical Romantic Suspense in passionate Renaissance Italy

A Sneak Peek:

The village of Torrenta, Tuscany, June 1475

Morello

The sun thrust warm fingers into the ancient Tuscan earth. The gray-green leaves of the olive trees shimmered, and the woods beyond beckoned Morello to abandon the painters’ workshop for their cool refuge.

In the growing heat the apprentices inside settled into an afternoon nap, curled on benches in dark corners behind him. The harsh fumes of linseed oil and varnish had irritated Morello all morning, and he was unable to sleep in the miasma. Perhaps before their visitors from Florence arrived, he might escape the heat. A long tramp in the woods pulled at his bones.

He reached for the walking stick behind the door, but a horse’s whinny stopped him, and a man’s voice called out. When no one stirred within to answer, he cursed the sleepers and stomped back through the shop, thwarted. In the lane in front of the workshop, two men removed packs from their horses.

“Good day, Master Zeno!” From the doorway, Morello called to the older of the two. “You made good time!”

At the sound of Morello’s voice, the apprentices roused themselves from sleep and peered around him.

The gray-haired master raised his hand and smiled. “Good day, Master Morello.”

Master Zeno’s companion, a tall young man with flowing golden hair, took the older man’s pack for him and shouldered the straps of both.

“Take their horses to the stable and fetch Master Franco,” Morello ordered the apprentices, and they hurried to obey.

Master Zeno’s journeyman brushed dust from the sleeve of his sweat-stained linen shirt, slapped more dust from his long thighs, and ran a forearm across his brow. His smile was uncertain as his glance met Morello’s.

Donato stood at the window yawning and scratching his stomach. He shaded his eyes for a better look into the misty glare of the afternoon. “Who’s the beauty with the master?”

Donato’s fellow journeyman Primo jumped to his feet and crowded against Morello in the doorway. “Can it be? He’s brought Tagliaferro?”

Donato groaned. “The man you’ve been mooning about since you last went to Florence, Primo? You’ve only just finally shut up about him.”

Morello ignored them. His irritation over his interrupted walk had vanished. Primo’s garlic- and onion-laden breath on his neck registered only remotely. He gazed out at the man from Florence, who, in Morello’s memory, had once been a long-legged boy with a head of yellow fluff too big for his skinny body. Morello stepped out into the sunlight that appeared to pour itself over the grown man, and stretched out his hand in greeting. Maintaining frank eye contact, Benedetto Tagliaferro adjusted the packs and took his hand.

When flesh met flesh, Morello stumbled – at least, his heart did. As if the wind from the beating wings of the love-inspiring putti he had painted just that morning pushed them toward each other.

“Do you remember me?” Benedetto asked with the shadow of that boy’s grin.

About Heloise West:

Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mayhem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance of all flavors. She travels and gardens with her partner of thirteen years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine.

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99 Cent deal on ‘Til Death Do Us Part!

Addison is a member of my critique group. As you can tell, she is far more competent with the HTML than I am. 🙂

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Get ’Til Death Do Us Part by Addison Albright in ebook format for only 99¢ at JMS Books, LLC.


99¢ Deal of the Day - ’Til Death Do Us Part 2016-07-31

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Blurb

Henry and Sam Miller-Greene are living the dream. They love their careers — which afford each of them opportunities to travel to exotic locations — they love their home, Sam’s caring family, and each other. They disagree on the subject of adoption, but are fully committed to each other in marriage … ’Til Death Do Us Part.

The dream is shattered when Henry’s plane crashes, and he’s presumed dead. But four people — Henry, two other men, and a child — survive undetected on a remote, small, and insignificant island. Will Sam and Henry’s love be able to survive as well?

Henry fights to endure in harsh conditions, never knowing when disaster will strike. Sam struggles with his loss, but with help moves on with his life. Will Sam be able to put aside his new love when he reunites with Henry?

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What people are saying about this book

’Til Death Do Us Part is a “Top Pick” by Ana at The Rainbow Reviews, where she said: “This is one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read. It was an absolute roller-coaster of emotions, an exceedingly captivating story of love and loss. It was simply amazing.

’Til Death Do Us Part is a “Recommended Read” by Dyllan at Gay Book Reviews, where she said: I really, really, really liked this story.

Camille at Joyfully Jay M/M Romance Reviews and More said: “I haven’t turned pages so damn hard since Stanford shot Griffin and Alec chose Seregil!!” … I recommend this book to everyone!

Freya at Sinfully—Gay Romance Book Reviews said: “I have to say that the emotional trauma is extremely well done. On more than one occasion, I had a lump in my throat.” … “Bravo.

Bethany at Rainbow Gold Reviews said: “I read this book in one sitting, ’cause that is how it captivated me, dragging me in and not letting me go till I found out what would happen next.” … “The writing is fantastic, very descriptive and has great story building.

Belen at Gay Book Reviews said: “…in the end this was filled with humor, emotion and hope and I eagerly turned each page to find out what happened next.”… “Bottom line: I enjoyed it thoroughly and I will definitely be checking out something else by Addison Albright.”

’Til Death Do Us Part is a “Recommended Read” by Dee at Love Bytes Reviews, where she said: “Reading about the plane going down had me on the edge of my seat.” … “It held my attention from start to finish. Would I recommend this story as one of love and survival? Hell yes!”

Meredith at Diverse Reader said: “My heart broke a billion times reading this.” … “I often found myself an emotional mess!” … “If you love angst then you’ll love this book.”

Giles West at Multitaskingmomma said: “It’s never a bad thing when a story can elicit such emotions from a reader.” … “’Til Death Do Us Part is a great read with interesting characters.” … “It’s a book I definitely recommend.

Ida at MM Book Escape said: “I was a goner from the first page and had so much trouble putting this book down.” … “I cannot recommend this book enough. I really enjoyed this author’s writing style.”

At Inked Rainbow Reads, Angie said: “This book was filled with all kinds of emotions and was a beautiful love story.” – Keri said: “The whole story kept me on my toes with tears doming from a happy place and a saddened place. It kept me turning page after page after page without stopping.– and Tosha said: “Great read. I really enjoyed it.”

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About Addison

Addison Albright is a writer/author living in the middle of the USA with three peculiar cats. Her stories are gay (sometimes erotic) romance, and tend to be sweet man-love in contemporary settings. Her education includes a BS in Education with a major in Mathematics and a minor in Chemistry. Addison loves spending time with her family, reading, popcorn, boating, french fries, “open window weather,” cats, math, and anything chocolate. She loves to read pretty much anything and everything, anytime and anywhere.

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Surprise! It’s Just a Week by Jena Wade

Jena stepped into the breach for another author and her new book, Just A Week, has come out a week early! (I could make the obvious pun, but it’s already been done, lol.)

It’s a cute story, kind of an opposites attract/don’t judge a book by its cover/you never know where you’re gonna find love theme. Very simple, but sweet and endearing. It’s on for $2.69 for its debut week. 🙂

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Blurb:
Just a week is not enough time to fall in love, but Fate doesn’t care. Seth’s carefully crafted plan for how his life will go doesn’t include falling in love with a guy in his horrible hometown. He wants to start a new life anywhere but at home. Until Maddox storms in with his multi-colored hair and carefree attitude.
Long distance relationships don’t work and Seth isn’t into gambling with his future. But the more time he spends with Maddox, the more he’s willing to throw caution to the wind. Now his plan for the rest of his life has been turned upside down and seems to include things Seth never thought possible, including a lifetime of happiness in his hometown.

Excerpt:
I headed out the door and grabbed the book I started a few days ago out of my car. In high school I would always go to the park and read when it was nice out. My parents were happy knowing I got fresh air, and I was happy just to get lost in the world of whatever book had captured my attention.
I found my usual bench unoccupied. Thank goodness. It sat underneath a giant oak tree that provided a good amount of shade. About a hundred feet away sat a set of playground equipment for kids. Since it was Sunday evening, there weren’t many kids around.

The screech and clicks of skateboards on metal had me looking around like I’d just entered a parallel universe. What the hell?

Where there used to be old basketball hoops with raggedy nets, there now stood a half-pipe and other random obstacles used for skateboarding tricks. A half dozen teenagers and young adults whizzed around each other. Some on boards, others on rollerblades. All of them moving at high speed.

There was a lot of laughing, and every so often someone shouted, “Check this out,” before trying some stunt on the rail, usually resulting in a fall or stumble.

Squealing kids on a swing set I could drown out. But this, I wasn’t so sure about. It was new. And distracting.

One young man in particular stood out. Mostly because he had bright orange hair that spiked in every direction, possibly looking like it could impale a person if they were to touch it. Like a cactus. He also looked a bit older than the teenagers that surrounded him, which might explain why they all seemed to look up to him like he was a god.

He wore a black zip-up sweatshirt, though it was warm enough to go without, and jeans that were skintight.

Once I started watching him, I noticed that the other skaters watched him too. He had talent. He kept his balance well, and his moves seemed effortless. While the other skaters floundered and wobbled as they zoomed around, he kept calm and collected.

I didn’t understand the appeal of skateboarding, especially on a half-pipe. What was the purpose of putting yourself in harm’s way like that? Might as well throw myself down a flight of stairs if I wanted to break a bone.

Orange-haired Guy stood on the deck of the half-pipe. He stared down the slope below, his face unreadable. He didn’t call the others to gather around and watch, though I had a feeling they would anyway.
He took a deep breath and hopped on his board.

I held my breath, like I was the one up there. I watched in wonder as he gained momentum, back and forth, up and down the half-pipe. Once he had enough speed he began his flips. It looked amazing to me. Him flipping in the air, his feet staying on the board as he spun, then landing perfectly to do it all over again. I guess I had never bothered to watch any skateboarding before. Maybe I would have if they had looked like this skateboarder.

Cover Reveal for A.L. Boyd: Soaring Hearts

A.L. is a member of my critique group. It’s fun to watch a story you’ve seen go through the critique process as it gets ready to head out into the world and meet readers. She’s finalized the cover–which I think is gorgeous–and it’s a lovely story. She hasn’t decided on a release date yet, but it won’t be long!

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Blurb
Will hearts soar when pigs fly?

Alex’s job working for his family-owned radio station once took him all over the city reporting on major events—until the accident. His scars, both physical and emotional, cause him to withdraw into a self-imposed, semi-reclusive lifestyle. When his dad requests that he go to the world’s largest hot air balloon festival, he has to find the courage to break his isolation. Now he needs to find the courage to trust and love again.

Jeff had already been planning a move to Albuquerque when he lost his home, parents, and dog to a wildfire in California. To begin his new life, he agrees to help his sister and brother-in-law with their balloon at the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta. Now he’s seen pigs fly and bees kissing, but will he find the love he’s been searching for?

Author Bio
A cartographer by day, A.L. Boyd spends most of her free time with her horses, gardening, or reading. She never intended to be a writer, but stories like this one sometimes just pop into her head. The writing came about as a way to get the stories out. Her first story for the Goodreads M/M Romance DRitC event Crest Ridge Vacation was expanded to the novella titled Crest Ridge.


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Crest Ridge

The Dawn of Darkness
Free short story for the Goodreads M/M Romance Group

And a short story included in the Kickass Anthology written and donated to help fellow author Eric Arvin with his medical bills.

It’s finally here! The Sequel to Heloise West’s Hitting Black Ice!

HeloiseWest_SendLawyersGunsandRoses_coverlgOn Pre-order at Loose Id right now, but it releases tomorrow, so if you prefer to buy elsewhere, it’s not a long wait.

So, a quick recap: Hunter is a physician’s assistant in an emergency room, still recovering from the suicide of his ex-lover. He’s got a crush on a quiet, introverted young man who also works at the hospital. Like in so many big city ERs, violence is always hovering on the edge of happening, and after one such incident, Hunter and ‘Shawn’ find themselves indulging in some ‘we’re still alive!’ sex in the closet. Which kicks off a relationship that involves the FBI, secret identities, big time criminals, and a race for their lives.

Send Lawyers, Guns, and Roses picks up shortly after Hitting Black Ice, and tells the story of Hunter and Alex as they adjust to life as their real selves, and work through the pain in their pasts. They go on a romantic vacation together, but–true to all thrillers–excitement and danger just aren’t ready to leave them alone.

Blurb:

When Hunter and Alex (formerly Shawn) are given the vacation of a lifetime, it’s a chance for them to pay attention to romance and get out of the path of danger. The tiny Caribbean island of Saba is gorgeous, the first to have marriage equality, and the Sabans are the nicest people on earth.

There’s lots of rum poolside for relaxing and a room with a mirror on the ceiling for passion. Hot karaoke nights, cold beer, and new friends.

Their new friends Orfeo and Max, and Max’s sister Talisha, share a troubling secret. Alex and Hunter want to help. As a hurricane bears down on them, a dead body surfaces, and a purple backpack loaded with stolen jewels leads a pair of dangerous men to the island.

Alex would rather poke his own eyes out with a pointy stick than call on his old enemy Nick Truman for help; he’d also do anything to keep Hunter out of danger. But even his nemesis can’t reach them now.

Once again, they only have each other to depend on as their paradise is about to become hell on earth.

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ER physician’s assistant Hunter guards his heart carefully, but that doesn’t stop him from falling for Shawn, the front desk clerk. He keeps his distance from relationships for a reason, but just can’t help himself when it comes to Shawn.

Shawn is on the run from the law and love to protect himself and anyone else involved. One man is dead because of him, and his life now is simple and easily thrown into a bag at any hint of danger. Until he meets Hunter, and he no longer wants to run.

Forced into a hostage situation, buried passion explodes in the aftermath, and sex in the supply closet brings their hearts back to life. Tentatively, step by step, they begin to explore a relationship together until the past catches up with Shawn.

FBI agent Nick Truman has finally found his man, but when Shawn escapes, he focuses his attention on Hunter. Shawn returns, even though it means sacrificing himself to save Hunter from the man who framed him for murder.

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About Heloise West:
Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mayhem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance of all flavors. She travels and gardens with her partner of 10 years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine.

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Tuesday Guest Tickle: Roping Him In by Jena Wade

1443281628 Find it here:

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It’s already gotten a silver star on All Romance. Go check it out!







Lucas and Jason have been roping partners for five years and this year, together, they are going to win it all. Nothing is going to stop them.

One night of passion puts a road block in Jason’s plans to win the title. A title he desperately needed. Lucas never dreamed Jason would still want to ride with him after their night together. They could compete together, but rules needed to be set to protect his heart.

Then again, rules were meant to be broken.

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Jason Taylor stared down at the bottle of beer in front of him. He should have been drinking it, should have finished it already. That’s what a person did when celebrating a victory, right? That’s what he’d done in the past. After years of hard work, he’d finally made it to the finals. He and his roping partner had completed one hell of a year in the rodeo, finishing second. It wasn’t first place, but there would be time for that next year. For now he wanted to enjoy coming close to winning it all. But he couldn’t.

Something was off. Lucas Dryer, his roping team partner of five years, wasn’t there with him. Without Lucas, Jason wouldn’t still be in the rodeo, and without him, Jason was lost.

Five years ago at a random rodeo in Oklahoma, the two had entered the roping competition as individuals. Jason, a header, and Lucas, a heeler, were paired together based on luck of the draw. It was fate. The rest, as they say, was history. Since that rodeo they’d been a team, building their way to the top with a lot of hard work and determination. Before they’d met each other, Jason had never kept a roping partner for long, and Lucas never talked about his partners before he met Jason. For some reason or another, they worked best together.

Against his parents’ wishes, Jason had started riding in the rodeo to save money for a ranch. Slowly but surely he’d saved almost enough to purchase the land he wanted. One more successful year on the circuit and he would have more than what he needed.

Once he had a place, he could think about settling down, finding someone to share his life with. But as of right now, he didn’t have anything to offer anyone.

Lucas… Jason wasn’t sure why Lucas stayed in the rodeo. Lucas’s family owned their own ranch and were quite successful. Yet Lucas chose to travel with Jason. It wasn’t for the fame and fortune, that was for sure. Jason snorted. Lucas hated dealing with sponsors and going to their events.

Earlier in the evening, when they were at the hotel, taking turns showering off the dust from the rodeo arena and preparing to get drunk and celebrate, Lucas had told him he was going off by himself tonight. Without Jason.

“C’mon, man, that beer isn’t going to drink itself.” Cory Matthews clapped Jason on the back as he pulled up a bar stool and sat.

Jason picked up his beer and took a sip. It was already warm. “Says the guy who isn’t even drinking.”

“Can’t. I have to be on the road tonight if I want to make it home by morning.” Cory glanced around the bar and then shot Jason a confused look. “How come Lucas isn’t here? I assumed you two were attached at the hip.”

Now there’s an idea. Jason shook off that thought and smashed it down deep. He didn’t have time for any of that foolishness. Though it had been tempting, especially lately. Sometimes he found himself daydreaming about Lucas and him in bed together. He chalked it up to being celibate for too damn long, but deep down he knew differently. He just didn’t, couldn’t do anything about it right now.

Jason shrugged. “Who knows? He said he wanted to go off alone tonight. I have no idea where he went.”

“He’s at the Purple Hat. Saw his truck in the parking lot on my way here.”

“What the hell is the Purple Hat?”

Cory shrugged. “A Dr. Seuss book? Go find out. You look like you’re about to lose your mind here.”

Jason had enough alcohol in him that the suggestion sounded like a good idea. “Can you drive me?”

Cory nodded.

That was all the confirmation Jason needed. He threw down a few bills to cover his tab. “I’m going to find my partner.” He ignored the rise of Cory’s eyebrows, and he stormed toward the door.

* * * *

The strobe lights flashed bright red and blue directly in Jason’s eyes. A hammer pounded in his head with each blink of the lights. He could barely see through the mess of bodies dancing around.

What in the fuck is Lucas doing here?

All around him, men dressed in leather pants, tight shirts, or no shirts at all danced and rubbed against each other. The reality of what he was seeing hit Jason, and he stopped in his tracks.

This was a gay bar.

He couldn’t keep the shock from his face; he was sure he must look like a moron standing there with his jaw on the floor, surrounded by men bumping and grinding to the beat of the music.

“Hey, cowboy, you wanna dance?” A short, skinny blond who looked way too young to even be in a club snaked his arm around Jason’s broad shoulders and tried to pull him onto the dance floor.

The little twink was strong, but Jason planted his feet. “No thanks, I’m looking for a friend.”

“I’ll be your friend,” the blond purred in his ear.

Jason chuckled but then caught himself. The kid should learn a thing or two about picking up strangers in a club. The way he was going about it now, he could easily get hurt.

“Do you have any friends here? I think you might have had too much to drink.” Jason wound his arm around the blond’s waist and held him upright so he didn’t tip over.

“You’re my friend.” He swayed as he spoke, reaching out to touch Jason’s face, but his hand didn’t make it that far. The twink’s eyes glazed over with an alcohol-induced haze.

Jason bit back a groan. Who let this kid out like this?

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Jason whirled around, almost dropping the twink to the floor in the process. He came face-to-face with Lucas. His best friend for the past five years. In a gay bar. “Looking for you.” His voice came out calm and even, but that wasn’t close to how he felt.

After he spoke, he got a chance to look Lucas up and down. The man wore his best pair of tight jeans, with his brand-new second-place roping belt buckle gleaming under the strobe lights. The jeans were familiar—that was how Jason was used to seeing him—but then his gaze landed on the shirt. The bright red tank top stretched tightly across Lucas’s muscular chest. It was made of…mesh? There were tiny holes all over the…could you even call it a shirt? “What the hell kind of getup is that?” This time Jason did release the twink, carefully, and he reached out to touch Lucas’s shirt.

Lucas backed away as if he had expected Jason to punch him. “Don’t worry about it. What are you doing here? And who is he?” Lucas’s dark eyes narrowed in on the blond. Was that jealousy in his voice?

The twink must’ve decided he wasn’t going to be “friends” with Jason, and he trotted off toward the dance floor.

“I came here looking for you. I was curious where the hell you wanted to go without me tonight. We’re supposed to be celebrating together.” And now he was curious whether or not he really knew Lucas at all.

Lucas rubbed his face with his hands and shook his head. “You followed me?”

“Sort of. Cory recognized your truck and told me where you were. Can we talk?” He wasn’t sure what he was going to ask, but he did need some answers. And one hell of an explanation for why Lucas was wearing a shirt with holes in it.

“Sure. Let’s go outside.” Without waiting for a response, Lucas turned toward the door and shouldered his way through the crowd.

Jason followed and couldn’t help the way his eyes were drawn to Lucas’s ass in those tight jeans. How could he even walk with the denim practically glued to his ass? Jason had to admit that they made him look great. He could chalk it up to being in a gay club, but in reality, he’d been looking at Lucas like that a lot lately.

Outside, the cool night air held a bit of a chill, which was expected since it was mid-December in Nevada. There were a few club goers waiting in line to get inside, but for the most part, they were alone in the parking lot.

Lucas leaned against his truck and folded his arms over his chest.

Jason couldn’t tear his gaze from Lucas’s broad shoulders and muscular chest. “So. Whatcha doing at a gay bar?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Jason laughed and rubbed his chin. The five-o’clock shadow covering his face was rough against his calloused hands. “I already told you, I was looking for you.”

After a long silence, during which Lucas wouldn’t meet Jason’s eyes, Jason took a step forward. “Dude, are you gay?”

Lucas let out a long sigh and stared hard at the ground. He nodded slightly and then slowly lifted his head until he was staring directly at Jason.

“All right. Well, I guess that makes sense then.” A few things were beginning to add up. Like why Lucas never seemed interested in any of the women who threw themselves at him. Like the time that barrel racer planted herself in Lucas’s lap at the bar after the rodeo. Lucas calmly but firmly told her he wasn’t interested. At the time Jason had been happy, since that meant he and Lucas would be sharing a hotel room, staying up late, watching corny movies. But clearly there was more to it than that.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

Jason shrugged. “I’ve known you for five years, never seen you with a woman before. It’s not surprising that you’re gay.”

“You’re not going to go find some friends and chase me down with torches and pitchforks, are you?” Lucas’s lips twisted into a smile, and he laughed nervously, as if that was a genuine fear of his.

“Fuck you, Lucas. I may be country, but I’m not some homophobic asshole.”

Lucas ran his hand through his dark hair. “I know. I’m sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood here.”

Jason squared his shoulders and met Lucas’s eyes. Time for his confession. “Besides, I’ve had my fair share of gay experiences, so…” He trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. In high school, when I was on the football team, the quarterback and I used to fool around in the showers all the time. Nothing serious, just a few handjobs and blowjobs. The best blowjobs actually.” Jason remembered the time fondly. It was some of the most fun he’d ever had, up until he met Lucas.

“I don’t believe you.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “What the fuck? Why would I lie about that shit?”

“I don’t know. I find it hard to believe you’re bi.”

Jason held his hands in the air. “Whoa. I’m not. I just fooled around with a guy once upon a time when I was a teenager. And every once in a while I find a man attractive. It’s not a big deal.” It was totally something he could ignore, and had for the past ten years. Never mind the fact that it had gotten harder since he started riding with Lucas.

“Whatever. Prove it.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to prove it?”

“Kiss me.” Lucas took a step closer, his chest just a few inches from Jason’s.

Goose bumps prickled at Jason’s skin at the thought of what Lucas proposed. Could he do that? Oh, yeah. Kissing Lucas would be easy. Too easy. The aftermath…he wasn’t too sure about that.

If I Were Fire by Heloise West

IfIWereFireFSComing from Dreamspinner Press September 16, 2015

I’m not a huge reader of historicals, but read that excerpt and tell me that you don’t want to rush right out and hit that pre-order button. 🙂

What’s it about?
In 18th century Siena, Count Salvesto Masello has returned home to find the family villa and his father’s estate steeped deeply in debt. In order to save it, he has been selling off valuable family heirlooms, but he is running out of silverware. Somewhere in the villa his deceased father had hidden the art treasures that will pay the debt, but Salvesto can’t find them anywhere.

Amadeo Neruccio has been on the run from the vicious pimp, thief, and pawnbroker Guelfetto, but his toughs finally catch him and bring him to the cellar where Count Masello is selling off his silver. When the count learns what fate Guelfetto has in store for Amadeo, he intervenes and trades the last of his mother’s dowry for the young man’s freedom.

Salvesto had left home over ten years ago to live the life of adventure he craved. He had also hoped to leave his broken heart behind. When he rescues young Amadeo, he does not expect to find love again, or that his adventures had yet to end.

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Excerpt:

Seated in the shade of the loggia attached to the surgeon’s house, Amadeo waited for the conte, barely able to think for the pain in his body. Bone-deep pain, like a bad tooth. He sighed, but his breath hitched like an uneven stitch.

“Nerrucio.”

He jumped at the sound of his former lover’s voice. Glancing around, he espied Barone Malavolti standing in the narrow street beneath a chestnut tree a few arm lengths away; his expression was a mask of boredom, though he stood there without his hat, a little breathless and pink-cheeked. Leaning on a silver-tipped cane he did not need, he had dressed today in a beautiful dark gray velvet jacket and the long pale blue waistcoat beneath it embroidered with bright flowers, all held together with small ebony buttons. His creamy white linen shirt and cravat were spotless. All that fine cloth hid a mercurial character and a whippet-lean body that contained a fierce strength. Glossy black hair, brown eyes, and a slightly round, handsome face, the dark circles under his tired eyes spoke of a long night of debauchery. Amadeo turned quickly away, angry and embarrassed all at once.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“No, Barone.” Amadeo stood.

“I wanted to make sure you were—not dead, as someone said, murdered in Guelfetto’s cellar or sent off to Florence to pay your debt.” His clipped tone made Amadeo wince.

“It was never my debt!” He lowered his voice. “I came to you for help, but you did not believe me. He told everyone that I agreed to lose the race for payment. You believed that bandit over me.” Amadeo swallowed back his disappointment. “Me. Your bad habit.” It was terribly rude, but he had to sit in the shade and close his eyes, as the hot, bright sun pierced his skull and made his head pound even harder. To his surprise, Malavolti followed to stand beneath the loggia with him. Encouraged by that, Amadeo whispered, “You said you loved me, but you lied. How is what you think I have done worse than that?”

Malavolti said, “I am not a liar. And only a poet would see that as a crime.”

Amadeo truly wanted to shake the barone until his teeth rattled, but restrained himself. “Guelfetto had sold me to a bathhouse in Florence to whore for those stinking pig-dogs until I die. Conte Masello has rescued me. I do not need you anymore.”

Malavolti flinched. “What has Conte Masello to do with all this, Neruccio?”

“He was there….” Amadeo stopped and considered his words. Malavolti need not know the conte was there selling his mother’s silver plates. “He took pity on me when I said I would give myself to the Arno and paid my debt to Guelfetto.”

“Paid your price, you mean.”

Stubborn, prideful man! To think he wept at the lines I wrote for him and him alone. He believed me then, at least. Perhaps the new one in his bed has left him, and left him bitter.

“We have a bond agreement,” Amadeo said wearily. “I’m to be the new groom for the stables. At least I’ll be with the horses.”

“Ah, my poor poet,” Malavolti mocked. “Poor Cecco. ‘But to show wisdom’s what I never could. So where I itch, I scratch now.’”

A pet name for the famed Sienese poet of a long dead age, Cecco Angiolieri, and the old lines fell upon Amadeo’s ears like a slap. Malavolti had encouraged and supported his own poetic lines at one time, but no more. “If you do not believe me still, be gone, Gianni. No one torments me as much as I do myself, so you waste your time.” His grieving heart forced him to continue the lines: “‘I’m down, and cannot rise in any way; For not a creature of my nearest kin/Would hold out a hand that I could reach….’”

Except for one man.

The door to the house creaked open, and Malavolti turned away, continuing on his path up the street as if they had never spoken.

About Heloise:

Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mahem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance of all flavors. She travels and gardens with her partner of 10 years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine.

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Cover Reveal: Circling Back by Amanda Young

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I’d like to welcome Amanda to the blog for her big cover reveal. Amanda also writes for Loose Id. I’m really looking forward to the MM scenes between those two boys.  Don’t you just want to lick them?

   

Genre: M/M/F Erotic Romance

Book Release Date:  August 10th

What it’s about:

A second chance is only the beginning…

Stella fled home at seventeen with a broken heart, an unplanned pregnancy, and a vow never to look back. Twenty years later, she has a career she enjoys and a solid relationship with the child she placed for open adoption. When that child goes in search of her birth father and calls for assistance, Stella is forced to return to her hometown and face the men who broke her heart, one of whom fathered her child.

Gavin and Holden raised a lot of hell as teenagers. They broke the law, broke their mother’s hearts, and almost broke each other before they finally got their act together. Through all the ups and downs, they stuck by each other and managed to build a happy life together. The one thing they couldn’t do was forget the woman they’d loved and lost.

Forced to face the past and each other after so many years is no small feat. The trio does their best to make amends and put the past behind them while forging new bonds. Old feelings are rekindled and new emotions emerge from the ashes of their youthful indiscretions. Something remarkable could be on the horizon if they’re strong enough to navigate the pitfalls of a triad relationship and stand strong against the outside forces conspiring to bring them to their knees.

To celebrate the new artwork for Circling Back, Amanda is offering a $10 Amazon gift card to one lucky reader. Just enter using the Rafflecopter below and the winner will be notified by email on August 5th.

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Thanks so much for having me on the blog and sharing my hot new cover with your readers! Have a great day!

About the author:

Amanda Young lives in Virginia with her husband, daughter, and two pampered pooches. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found chasing after a mischievous toddler or daydreaming about the characters in her next book. She loves to hear from her readers, and can be found on Facebook and Twitter. Her website, www.amandayoung.org, is where you can find up-to-date information on all of Amanda’s current and upcoming releases.

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Guest Release: Claimed by Love by Skye Jones

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Hi, Kate,

Thanks for hosting me today.

     

  

New Release news!
Claimed by Desire is now out.
Broken by the loss of his mate, wolf shifter Dylan returns to his birthplace in Wales with only one thing on his mind…revenge. When Aeron enters his life, their intense attraction is too powerful to ignore, and budding attraction soon becomes something deeper.

Steamy passion fills the pages of Claimed By Desire, Book 2 of my hot and sexy romance series, Wild Hunters.
*Although part of a series it can be read as a standalone*

Early reviews are already coming in and they say:
–“5* Claimed by Desire was an awesome, paranormal, sexy and very HOT story”
–“Oh boy do I love a good shapeshifter story, but that is an understatement, in regards to Claimed by Desire, because this was an amazingly fantastic read.”
–“Skye Jones wowed me with Claimed by Desire…not to be missed. Skye Jones has created a winner.”

What’s it about?
Dylan Roberts returns to the Wales of his birth a changed man after the violent death of his mate. Having turned his back on being a bounty hunter and sworn off love for life, all he wants now is revenge.

When he meets Aeron Lombardo, his new farmhand, Dylan resents the intense attraction that blossoms between them. But Aeron won’t stop pushing and soon things take a hot and sexy turn.

As passions rise, danger rears its ugly head. Now Dylan and Aeron must choose whether to separate or commit to one another totally. Will Dylan take the final step and claim his new mate?
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Guest Post: Disappear With Me by Dean Pace-Frech

med_DisappearWithMeDean is happy to announce that the Second Edition of Disappear With Me is available from Amber Quill Press!

 

What it’s about:

Love is greater than hope or faith, but can Reverend Leander Norris convince a jury that the love he shares with another man is natural?

In 1910, the United Kingdom was in turmoil. King Edward died after only nine years on the throne. The social class system that upheld British society for centuries was being chipped away by social, political, and economic unrest across the Commonwealth. Amidst this backdrop, Reverend Leander Norris is accused of sodomy. After discovering his own self-worth and unconditional love, Leander finds the courage to stand up for what he believes is right and pleads not guilty to the charges. Throughout the trial, Leander’s past is revealed, including the temptations that bring the accusations against him. By the end of the trail, Leander is once again reunited with a romantic interest from the past, but it may be too late to rekindle any love that might remain, given the circumstances of the era and Leander’s likely sentence.

Excerpt:

“Are you not a scholar?” Weeks asked. “Do you not know the Bible that you preach from each Sunday?”

“I know it very well,” Leander answered. “But the Bible has many interpretations. I think you can guess that mine might be a little less than conventional.”

Weeks reclined back in his chair. He made a steeple with his fingers and rested them on his pursed lips. “You’re actually sitting here telling me that, as a man of God, you’re all right with buggery and feel you’ve done nothing wrong?”

“Mr. Weeks, do you realize you keep asking me the same question over again, using different words?”

“As your counsel, I need to be sure that I understand your position, the one you expect me to defend.”

“You sound shocked that I would suggest such a thing. I can’t have you defending me if you don’t believe it yourself.”

“Reverend, my beliefs about the situation are irrelevant; it doesn’t matter what I believe. I need to be able to defend our position in court and hope our defense can refute what the prosecution will present.”

“I have to have conviction in my sermons each Sunday morning. I think you also know you need to have conviction when defending your clients.”

“And I can assure you that I have that same conviction to make sure that you receive a fair trial. I will do my best—”

“Do your best to what? Go through the motions and make sure that the I’s are dotted and the T’s are crossed so it looks like I’ve been given a good defense?”

Weeks didn’t answer and that was all the answer that Leander needed. After a moment, Weeks tried to start again. “Look, Reverend, I am your assigned counsel for this trial. I am on your side. I want to see you get a fair trial, but you must understand what we’re up against is quite overwhelming.”

“I know; I’ve never done anything the simple way.”

“Sir, you must understand that we are going up against laws that are rooted in two thousand years of Christian tradition and about as many years of British attitude.”

“Mr. Weeks, do you love your wife?”

Weeks let out an impatient sigh. “Of course, but here you go asking intimate questions about me that have no bearing on my defending your case.”

“Humor me, sir. Do you love your wife?”

“Yes, I very much love my wife and family.”

“What if you woke up tomorrow and a constable showed up on your doorstep and arrested you because they said the love you share with your wife was illegal?”

Weeks didn’t answer him. Instead, in a quiet voice, he said, “You know you and I are just two people. We’re not going to change these laws overnight.”

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About Dean Pace-Frech

New bw headshotWith inspiration from historical tourism sites, the love of reading, and a desire to write a novel, Dean started crafting his debut novel, A Place to Call Their Own, in 2008. After four years of writing and polishing the manuscript, it was accepted and originally published 2013. His second novel, Disappear With Me, set in Edwardian England was published later that same year. Both novels were re-released in May 2015.

Dean lives in Kansas City, Missouri with his husband, Thomas (legally as of February 14, 2015), and our two cats. They are involved in their church and enjoy watching movies, outdoor activities in the warmer weather and spending time together with friends and family. In addition to writing, Dean’s hobbies include reading and patio gardening.

Dean is currently working a standalone title, Need Your Love, set in 1966, and The Higher Law, a continuation of the story of Frank and Gregory’s family set in the 1930s.

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A_Place_to_Call_Their_Own_400x600In celebration of History Week Part II, I will be giving away an Ecopy of my first novel, A Place to Call Their Own, which is available from JMS Books.  Comment and follow me and the other folks on Twitter to enter to win! Click here to go to the Rafflecopter!