Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Seeking Davi by Megan Slayer

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Now let’s check out Megan Slayer’s Seeking Davi…
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GENRE: M/M, Paranormal, Contemporary, Erotic, LGBT
A place to belong and strong arms to hold him—but will this shifter get what he needs?
 
After being rescued and taken to the Sanctuary, a refuge for lion shifters, Talisman knows he’s safe. But he’s restless. All the other shifters have paired up, except Talisman and one other shifter. The guy is fine, but he doesn’t make Talisman’s heart beat or his lion roar. Talisman refuses to give up looking for what he wants, but he never expected love to come running, stark naked, through a hole in the fence.
 
Davi doesn’t understand what’s happened to him. One minute, he’s a happy lion at the petting zoo. The next, he’s being hunted and humans want to use his head as a trophy. When his hope is almost gone, two lions appear to show him an escape route. At the Sanctuary, he realizes his power to shift and the desires of a human male. He doesn’t trust humans, but there’s one shifter he wants to know better.
 
Talisman and Davi must decide whether to give in to their animal urges or let the ghosts of the past tear their world apart for good. No matter what they choose, there’s one person who doesn’t want anyone, especially the shifters, to get their happy ending. As Talisman and Davi seek forever, it just might be ripped right out of their hands.
Excerpt:
©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
The guy waited for the longer haired man to walk away then he sat in the grass. He didn’t say anything, remaining quiet.
Davi watched him, unsure what to do. His cat wanted to sniff out the stranger and scope out the situation. Did Davi trust his cat? Yes, but not that man.
Neither Davi or the guy sitting in the grass moved for what seemed like forever. Finally, the man spoke. “Davi? My name is Talisman. I don’t know if you remember me from the petting zoo, but I was there with you.” He didn’t look at Davi or even in Davi’s direction. “I think I’m a few months older than you. I remember being in the pens, having the kids pet us and feeling wonderful. Then the good feelings stopped. I know you’re scared. I was scared, too. Unlike the humans at the petting zoo, we won’t hurt you here.”
Davi debated sitting up but remained hunched down. Maybe, he could trust Talisman, but he didn’t remember him.
“It’s scary. You’ve shifted, and you don’t understand why. I know. I’ve been there. I didn’t shift until I was safe, but when it happened, I didn’t understand what was going on. It’s okay.” He glanced over to where Davi hid. “If you don’t come out, I can’t help you. I promise. I won’t hurt you, and I’ll help you get used switching between your cat and human forms.”
“No.” Davi kept hiding, but decided to at least try to talk to Talisman.
“Can you come out?” Talisman crawled across the grass, closer to Davi. “Would it help if I shifted?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he yanked his shirt up over his head then stood and shoved his pants down his legs. He kicked out of the boots and stood nude before Davi.
Davi watched Talisman move. Wow. He’d never seen a naked man before, but if that’s what they looked like, he liked what he saw. His cat wasn’t upset, either.
Talisman dropped to his knees and placed his hands in the grass. He lowered his head then wriggled. Fur sprouted on Talisman’s shoulders and back. His teeth elongated and a growl ripped from his throat. The fur spread down his chest to his belly and covered his legs. His hands and feet shifted into paws. When he shook his head, thick fur sprouted behind his ears and beneath his chin. Before Davi’s eyes, the man shifted into the lion.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
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When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Javier, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always needs them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.
She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Loose ID Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, Totally Bound Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press and Decadent Publishing.
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Book Spotlight & Giveaway for Enticing Hart

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Check out Enticing Hart by Mae Hancock and remember to enter the contest for a $10 Amazon gift card at the end of the post. This book blast is sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions and you can find the whole blast schedule HERE

Now how about a look into Enticing Hart

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Hart Emile is tired of cruising for guys, living a soulless existence. He needs a change; so when an acquaintance gives him the number of the gay friendly Red Fox Ranch that’s hiring for staff, he heads south.

Oak Redman is eighteen years old and desperate to explore his awakening sexuality. The moment Hart lays eyes on the handsome young rancher he’s smitten. Not only is Oak hot, spirited and very persistent, he is also the ranch boss’s son and strictly off limits. Hart tries to fight his feelings and to respect his boss and the family who quickly become dear to him, but after Oak’s Grandma suggests he gets with Oak he can’t deny himself the most exciting and enticing man he has ever met.

Hart’s not the only man to have noticed how sweet and charming Oak Redman is. A family friend, Steve, is also anxious to have the affections of the young rancher. Can Hart work out Steve’s dark secrets before it’s too late and keep his job, his lover and his life?

Teaser:

The high-pitched choir of songbirds echoed through the forest as Oak and Hart settled on a rug, late in the afternoon. The two of them had found a clearing at the side of the forest that was near enough to the tress to offer shade, but also close to the water where they’d been fishing. They’d no sooner sat down than Hart spotted something on the other side of the riverbank moving in the grass.

“Shh…I just saw something. I think it’s an otter.” Hart absentmindedly put a hand on Oak’s lap to still him. He didn’t know which was more exciting, seeing the otters, or the burning hot palm that touched his thigh. Oak sat rigidly, glancing between the handsome cowboy’s hand and the otter family bounding along through the grass bank.

“Aren’t you going to get your camera?” Hart chivvied him along.

“Oh…yes.” Oak moved slowly, reaching for the black bag and pulling the camera out. He attached the lens calmly and crawled down the small decline toward the stony bank. He beckoned Hart to join him then focused the lens on the otters. He could hear his companion creeping through the grass behind him. Belly down on the mud, Oak steadied the camera as Hart came alongside him, and let out a sigh as he sank down next to Oak to watch.

The female had two pups with her. As their svelte bodies wound through the rocks to the water’s edge, the mother otter glided into the river without so much as a splash, and the two pups followed. Oak lost count of the photos he took, possibly hundreds of shots as they paddled through the murky depths cautiously. Their fur shiny and dark from absorbing water, making their frames sleeker as they gracefully bathed against the flow.

“Can you hear them?” Hart said with a smile that sprang from his lips right through to his big gray eyes.

“Yeah…” Oak whispered.

The otters called to one another with endearing high-pitched squeaks.

“You ever seen them hold hands?” Hart asked, his lips so close to Oak’s ear that he could feel Hart’s breath tickling the skin.

“No, but I’d love to get a picture of it.”

After about fifteen minutes of lying in the grass like a predator, Oak’s pointed his lens to follow the family towards some big flat stones that were warm from the sun. The otters rested on the smooth surface, shaking their fur, and squeaking to each other until eventually all three disappeared through the long grasses.

“Hart.” Oak turned to face his companion on the ground.

“Yes?”

“I just realized I’m getting damp down here,” Oak said, letting out a snort.

“Me too…” A wicked smile came to his dark pink lips that spread out with luscious fullness as he broke into a chuckle.

At that moment elation filled Oak Watching the beautiful man was always a pleasure. The river tickled over rocks, murmuring quietly, and Hart’s lips were so close to Oak’s that he could feel each breath on his skin. Moving closer, Hart’s mouth brushed Oak’s so slightly, that Oak wasn’t even sure they’d actually touched.

With closed eyes, Oak parted his mouth willing the man’s tongue inside. Soft, plump lips pressed against his sending a shudder through his spine. His breath hitched with anticipation. A chaste kiss ended with Hart pulling away and shaking his head.

“You and your wildlife photography are leading me astray, young Mr. Redman.”

“Sorry…” Heat rushed up to Oak’s neck and face. He couldn’t understand why he was blushing. The soft, innocent kiss had been simple enough, but the highly-strung emotions behind it made him hot with every need possible. All of his senses were raw, responsive to the man’s presence. What would Hart’s muscles feel like under the man’s touch? Warm, golden skin would rub easily against his, and the comforting, arousing scent of pine would enhance each sensation further.

Hart stood; the blue T-shirt had ridden upward, exposing his flat stomach and hard abs. He tugged the material down, covering the dark treasure trail leading to his cargo pants, and dusted himself off, shedding grass from his top. Oak stared, then realized he should roll his tongue back in and get to his feet. He followed Hart back to the blanket, and flicked through some of the shots he’d taken of the otters.

“You want a look?”

“Sure.” Hart put hand out and took the camera instead of coming close to Oak but being three feet away still made his skin tingle with expectation. An expectation that would go unfulfilled.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links: 

I enjoy writing both academic and fiction material. My research interests include focus on people who experience marginalization, both in historical societies and modern. Themes include disability, neurosis, homosexuality, addiction, mental illness, slavery and prostitution. The most important part of my work is creating multi-dimensional, believable characters that are able to build lasting romantic relationships against the odds. I want all my readers to laugh, cry and enjoy the erotic journey towards a happy ending.

Link to my web site: http://www.maehancock.com/

Link to my blog: http://maehancockfiction.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: @Hancockfiction

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Teaser into Moonlight Masquerade

Here is a little taste of my upcoming free read, Moonlight Masquerade, a contemporary M/M Short story that was formally in the On Valentine’s Day Anthology. This will be available at the end of June/first part of July at Amazon, ARe & Smashwords.

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*Please note this is an erotic story*
 
It’s Valentine’s weekend and for Skylar Everclear, it’s a holiday he wishes he could forget. Mysterious roses keep popping up on his doorstep. No idea what is going, a little disturbed by this secret admirer, he tries to forget it all since he just got rid of the latest line of loser boyfriends and just wants to do his job at the local bakery. But when he meets his new neighbor, Marc Douglas, he finds himself drawn to the quiet young man even as he tries to not let his libido take over. But on Valentine’s Day, a mysterious rose again pops up with a note to meet his admirer that night. Will Skylar take a chance that love is right there waiting for him?
Quick teaser:

Skylar opened his door and groaned. Another damn rose was lying on his doormat. It made him wary that he had no idea who was doing this but every freaking night this week he either came home to a rose on his porch or opened the door to one. It was enough to feel creeped out now. He looked around, seeing no one, shut the door with a soft click and leaned against the door in despair. It has been three months since he threw out his lover, Saul, after catching him fucking some other guy after one of the numerous block parties the neighborhood held in the summer and autumn months and frankly he didn’t know what to do anymore. All he did was work, sleep and work some more. He always seemed to pick those guys who are bound to break his heart.

“I must have ‘Loser’ tattooed on my forehead the last few years.” Skylar muttered to himself. “Why can’t I find a nice guy for once? One who won’t lie, cheat or steal and break my heart by telling me I wasn’t good enough for them.” Sighing, Skylar grabbed his backpack, keys and cell phone as he hurried to get ready for work. As a baker in the local bakery, his day started earlier than many others. With Valentine’s around the corner, he was working longer than normal hours. He was in the bakery at four in the morning and not coming home till almost five at night some days. It made for hellish days but he enjoyed what he did. Plus he enjoyed seeing people enjoy his desserts and hey, the paycheck after days like this made a nice chunk of change in his bank account. His mind on what items he needed to get done for the next few days, he opened then shut his door, locked it and made sure to pick up the rose before he stepped all over it, crushing the fragile blooms. As he turned and walked to his car, he wondered who his mysterious admirer was.

25 Days of Holiday Fun~ Karenna Colcroft

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If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why?

I would ask Santa for an all-expenses-paid trip to Florida for hubby and me so we can have a nice couple’s vacation.

What is your favorite holiday candy?

Ribbon candy. When I was little, eating ribbon candy was one of the Christmas highlights.

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff?

I have a severe allergy to alcohol, so definitely without!

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year?

The only annual Christmas tradition we have is that we each get to open one present on Christmas Eve, and then we do the rest Christmas morning.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be?

Tobias Rogan from my Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat series.

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year?

I am horrid at baking, so I don’t make any holiday cookies. My mother used to make freezer cookies with chunks of dried fruit in them, and I always loved those, but I’ve never made them myself.

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Whatever He Wants

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Genre: Male/male contemporary

Tagline: Randall is the king of one-night stands, but when he meets Isaiah, the player might get played.

Blurb:
Grad student Randall has a reputation to uphold. He’s too busy to fall in love and is known among his friends as the king of one-night stands. He prefers it that way until he meets Isaiah at a party.
Against all Randall’s expectations, Isaiah turns out to be exactly what he’s looking for and for the first time Randall’s heart gets involved. He’ll do whatever Isaiah wants even if he fears Isaiah is just playing the player.

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Excerpt:
“What are you thinking?” Isaiah stood in front of him, the front of his boxer-briefs mere inches from Randall’s face.
“I want to suck you.” Randall blurted it out without intending to say it out loud. He was a much bigger fan of receiving oral than giving but he would suck Isaiah’s dick without hesitation if it was what Isaiah wanted.
“Not this time.” Isaiah toyed with the waistband of his briefs but didn’t push them down. “I suck, I fuck. You enjoy. Maybe some other time I’ll let you suck me off.” He paused. “Will there be some other time, baby? You aren’t the repeat partner type, are you?”
“I can be.” He wasn’t. He’d had a few regular fuck-buddies in the decade or so since he’d started having sex but they hadn’t lasted. He didn’t mind fucking the same person more than once except when they started seeing regular sex as some kind of commitment.
“We don’t have to figure it out right yet.” Isaiah stroked Randall’s hair. “Soft. I want to feel your hair against my chest while I fuck you. Think you can sit on my dick, baby? That’s how I want you but we can find another way if you can’t handle it.”
“I can.” The idea of looking down into those gorgeous eyes while they fucked sent hot chills through him. He would fucking drown in Isaiah’s eyes and he wouldn’t even care.
“Good.” Isaiah stroked himself through his briefs and Randall ached to touch him. To grab the interfering item of clothing and yank it out of the way.
But he kept his hands to himself, knowing without being told that if he pushed his luck he would leave the room unsatisfied and unfucked.
“Do you want me to take these off?” Isaiah asked in a teasing tone. “Do you want to see what you’re getting?”
“Yes.” Randall hissed out the word on a long breath. He was even more turned-on than he’d been before the blowjob and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait.

Book Spotlight~ Ride-Off

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Ride-Off by Mickie B. Ashling

Polo: Book Two

Sequel to Fire Horse

Dreamspinner Press

Finally reunited, Preston Fawkes and Konrad Schnell put family and obligations aside, preferring to remain in seclusion on Ned’s estate to get reacquainted. Unfortunately, reality can only be held off for so long, and they return to Texas to reclaim the life they put on pause. Trying to strike the right balance between business, family, and romance requires ongoing effort, and the challenges begin shortly after they arrive.

At the top of the list is Bandi, Konrad’s son, and his desire to play polo. A close second is Conrad “Sasha” Fawkes, Preston’s actor son who’s struggling to succeed on Broadway. And last, but certainly not least, is Paloma, the fiery Argentinean beauty Preston sired after a passionate tango.

Blending the interests and needs of three grown children is difficult at best and almost impossible when agendas collide and old secrets are unearthed. The situation comes to a head when the family gathers in San Antonio for Thanksgiving, throwing Preston and Konrad into a maelstrom they must weather as best they can, or they’ll face a major ride-off that could throw the game before it even starts.

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Excerpt 

A man dressed in a safari outfit, complete with pith helmet and goatee, held court over a group huddled in a tight circle near the buffet tables. “He’s outclassed and has no business in this league,” he opined in a ponderous voice, with a British accent quite similar to Ned’s.

Bandi hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help but overhear the derisive comment after he’d wandered away from his lover, who was on the other side of the large terrace, catching up with old friends he hadn’t seen since Preston’s accident almost two years ago. Bored to distraction while the group discussed the latest friend who’d been diagnosed with prostate cancer, high blood pressure, or death from a Viagra-induced heart attack, he’d muttered an excuse and headed toward the bar. He was far more interested in hearing some honest critique about his performance today, minus the usual buffering by the three men protecting him with such diligence.

Guessing that he was the topic of the conversation, Bandi ducked behind a white wooden trellis covered in fresh green vines and pink and red amaryllis. He grabbed a frosty drink from one of the passing waiters and took a long sip. The St. Regis  in Greenwich, Connecticut, hosted a world-class polo tournament every September, and Preston had jumped at the opportunity to ease his protégé into the competitive world of East Coast high goal players. Patrons of the sport, along with their spouses, girlfriends, and requisite hangers-on, were attired in afternoon garden chic, rubbing elbows and gossiping about the events of the day. They all had tall drinks in their hands, enjoying one of the signature rituals of this particular site, the Bloody Mary cocktail. Bandi continued to sip his drink while eavesdropping.

The gossipy clutch he’d stumbled upon was comprised of strangers. It wasn’t unreasonable to expect an honest and fair evaluation of today’s performance, but what he hadn’t anticipated was the mean-spirited nature of the critique. He cringed when a second speaker voiced his own observations.

“The boy has raw talent but it needs to be honed with more playing time.”

“Indeed,” the Brit agreed. “Preston is thinking with his cock again.”

“Harry, the boy isn’t his lover.”

“Then who is he?”

“Some gypsy who wandered onto Ned Temple’s estate.”

“He’s Konrad Schnell’s son,” another man clarified.

“Who’s that?”

“I believe he’s Preston’s new partner. He used to play polo years ago and then dropped off the face of the earth. From what I gathered, he was stuck in eastern Europe for years.”

“I’ve never heard of him.”

“He’s somewhat of a mystery, and must have an interesting past judging from those horrible scars,” Harry said cruelly. “I’d love to hear that story someday.”

“I never thought I’d live to see Preston Fawkes take a back seat to anyone, let alone somebody unknown.”

“Perhaps he’s finally come to his senses. I was there when he was thrown a couple of years ago,” the Brit recounted. “Everyone thought he was at death’s door or worse when he was carried off the field on a stretcher. Thank heavens he survived with minor injuries, but it must have been quite the wake-up call.” He pulled out the decorative stalk of celery hanging over his glass and took a crunchy bite. His left to right chewing motion brought back memories of his mother’s goats, and Bandi couldn’t help but be amused at the sudden vision of a helmeted billy goat.

“Back to the gypsy,” critic number two remarked. “He’s a decent player but unseasoned. He reminds me of a young Nacho Figueras.”

“Very young,” Harry replied.

“Gentlemen, give him time,” the fourth member of the group finally spoke up. His jeweled turban and gold-embroidered sherwani made him stand out, as did his melodic Indian accent. “I see a lot of potential in that player,” he observed kindly.

“Halim, this isn’t a training academy,” the pompous goat pointed out, following up the comment with a loud snort. The others joined in and guffawed at Bandi’s expense.

Hearing enough, Bandi abandoned his drink and headed toward the stables. The familiar sounds of ponies, mixed in with the odor of hay and manure, helped to lessen the sting of the conversation. He admitted he was totally out of his element, but when he’d voiced his desire to play polo, he didn’t know that vicious gossip was a part of the game. Having never been involved in professional sports, he was unaware that rumors and envy were right up there with talent and sheer luck. It bothered him tremendously that people assumed he was only around because of his connections. Granted, there was much to learn, and a lot of what he’d heard tonight was true, but it would have been easier to swallow if they hadn’t associated him with Preston Fawkes. He wanted to make it on his own merit.

Someone nuzzled him on the neck and he turned abruptly, heaving a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Ned. “What are you doing here?”

“I followed you,” Ned said honestly. “You looked upset.”

“I’m fine,” Bandi lied, attempting to move away.

Ned held him in place. “Don’t prevaricate.”

“Pre… what?”

“Stop avoiding the issue. Talk to me, darling.”

Reluctantly, Bandi recounted the conversation he’d overheard.

“What bothers you the most?” Ned asked gently.

“Honestly?”

“Don’t sugarcoat for my benefit.”

“I’m tired of being associated with the Holy Trinity.”

“Pardon me?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve heard that I’m only here because of you and Preston. Add Papa to the mix, and it’s a bloody triumvirate of guardian angels.”

“Most people don’t even have one,” Ned replied, looking hurt and confused. “Pardon us for loving you.”

Bandi turned his back on him and leaned against one of the wooden pillars. “I know I sound like an ungrateful bastard,” he said gruffly, “but you asked for the truth.”

“We’re only trying to help,” Ned pointed out.

Something in Ned’s voice made Bandi turn, and he could see his lover’s warm brown eyes sparkling with emotion. It made him feel like a world-class asshole, but he had to make Ned understand what it felt like to be the new kid on the block. “It’s hard enough being the oldest rookie around, but I feel like such a loser when I’m treated like Preston’s boy toy. You should have heard those guys,” Bandi said bitterly. “They immediately assumed I was his lover and that’s the only reason I’m here.”

“People gossip all the time,” Ned explained patiently. “Preston has been the favorite topic of conversation for years. It was worse when he was younger; men and women were throwing themselves at his feet. Don’t let a few snide comments ruin this experience. Any other hopeful would jump at the chance to be mentored by a 10 goal player.”

“I’d like a chance to be judged on my own merit,” Bandi continued stubbornly. “I spent all of last year learning the ins and outs of the game. I’m grateful for everything Pres and Papa have done up to now, but it’s time I showed the world what I’m capable of doing without this cloud of doubt lingering in their minds. I don’t want the public to think I’m just some hot stud hanging onto Fawkes’ coattails.”

“Or mine,” Ned said softly.

 About the Author

Mickie B. Ashling is the alter-ego of a multifaceted woman raised by a single mother who preferred reading over other forms of entertainment. She found a kindred spirit in her oldest child and encouraged her with a steady supply of dog-eared paperbacks. Romance was the preferred genre, and historical romances topped her favorites list.

By the time Mickie discovered her own talent for writing, real life had intruded, and the business of earning a living and raising four sons took priority. With the advent of e-publishing and the inevitable emptying nest, dreams were resurrected, and the storyteller was reborn.

She stumbled into the world of men who love men in 2002 and continues to draw inspiration from their ongoing struggle to find equality and happiness in this oftentimes skewed and intolerant world. Her award-winning novels have been called “gut wrenching, daring, and thought provoking.” She admits to being an angst queen and making her men work damn hard for their happy endings.

Mickie loves to travel and has lived in the Philippines, Spain, and the Middle East but currently resides in a suburb outside Chicago.

You can contact her at mickie.ashling@gmail.com or leave a comment on her website at http://mickieashling.com or her blog at http://mickiebashling.blogspot.com.

Discover Daisy Harris’s From the Ashes/Giveaway

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From The Ashes by Daisy Harris

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When an accident burns down Jesse’s apartment, he’s left broke and homeless, with a giant dog and a college schedule he can’t afford to maintain. And no family who’s willing to take him in.

Lucky for him, a sexy fireman offers him a place to stay. The drawback? The fireman’s big Latino family lives next door, and they don’t know their son is gay.

Tomas’s parents made their way in America with hard work and by accepting help when it was offered, so he won’t let Jesse drop out of school just so he can afford a place to live. Besides, Jesse’s the perfect roommate—funny, sweet and breathtakingly cute. He climbs into Tomas’s bed and tugs at his heart. Until Jesse starts pushing for more.

Their passion enflames their bodies but threatens to crush Tomas’s family. Tomas is willing to fight for Jesse, but after losing everything, Jesse isn’t sure he can bear to risk his one remaining possession—his heart.

Warning: Contains an angry older brother, judgmental best friends, a slobbering bull mastiff, and enough red-hot gay loving to make a porn star blush.

Teaser Excerpts:

Whimpering, Char tugged on the leash. She backed up and barked to shoo the other dogs away. But then Sushi went around to sniff her ass, and Char took the opportunity to return the favor. Suddenly, something was decided between them, and they were sniffing all over each other, play fighting.

It wasn’t much different than the couple clubs Jesse had been to, except that men tended to wait until they were in private to lick one another’s butts.

Only Chester hung back, batting with his paws. He seemed to want to get in a couple sniffs but was thwarted by the more aggressive Sushi. With his gray muzzle, he had the air of an old dog, one not up to wrestling with a hundred- pound mastiff.

“I think I can let her go.” Tomas struggled to get the collar off Chardonnay’s neck and set her free.

Fur flew everywhere as the two dogs wrestled and grabbed and yelped and growled, with Chester barking his loudest in the background. Jesse stepped forward to stop them from hurting one another, but Tomas pushed him out of the way.

“They’ll figure it out,” he said, close to Jesse’s ear. The way he crowded him toward the door was exactly what Jesse liked. Jesse didn’t have much experience—just that month and a half with Bobby, and a few hookups since he’d moved to Seattle—but a guy advancing on him, pushing him into a wall or onto a bed… Man, the rough-and-ready types really turned his knob.

“Um, yeah.” He’d forgotten what he and Tomas were discussing.

A loud yelp sounded from the yard. “Aren’t you worried one of them’ll get hurt?”

Tomas gave Jesse a smile so hot it could have melted paint off the walls. “Nah. Sushi and Chester were strays. They’ve toughed it out before.”

AuthorpicAbout the Author

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she’s never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

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VBT Stop~ DRAMA QUEENS WITH LOVE SCENES

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Trailer – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhHlCK9J-jM

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Close friends Allan and Warwick are dead. They’re not crazy about the idea so to help them deal with this dilemma are Samantha, a blond bombshell from the 1950s, and Guy, an insecure angel.

They are soon drawn into the world of theatre – Afterlife style, with all the bitchiness, back-stabbing and ego usually associated with the mortal world.

Allan also has a secret. He has a romantic crush on his friend, Warwick, but shortly after confiding in his new angel pal, his love interest falls for the cock-sure playwright, Pedro.

Not only does Allan have to win the heart of his companion, he also has to grapple with the faded memory of how he actually died.

Teaser Excerpt:

“Warwick!” I yelled. “Are you there?”

There was no answer. A couple adorned in bohemian black, stopped in their tracks the moment I shouted to my ex-lover.

“Broken heart,” whispered Guy to the interested onlookers.

“I understand,” replied the woman. She looked up to her man. “Poor thing.”

“Go on, Allan, call out again.”

“Warwick! Warwick! I love you.” My voice echoed from the building as I looked to my angel friend. He nodded and caressed my shoulder. The couple nodded as well. “Warwick, are you home? I need to talk to you. Will you come down, please?”

“Keep going, Allan.”

“I really need to talk to you. I have so much more to say to you. I should never have let you walk out of my door the other night. I’ve wanted to talk to you so many times during the last few days, but there’s nowhere private at the theater. Plus I’d probably break down which is not a good look when you’re wearing white grease paint.”

A few onlookers came out from their balconies. I glanced at Guy who was joined by a small audience. Some parents had let their kids stay up well after bedtime, and their freckled little girl was giggling at me. Her mother shushed her so she sat on the ground, sulking.

“Don’t worry about it, Allan. Just go on.”

“Yes, we’re right behind you,” said an elderly lady with bad teeth. “You make him listen.”

“Warwick, I love you and I know you love me. You told me so. You said you’ve been waiting all year for me to make a move, and as you know I’ve been waiting for you to make that move too.”

“You tell him, love!” interrupted the old woman.

My support team began to chant Warwick’s name. I was empowered. I encouraged them to clap their hands in time. They did. There was about ten of them now, and their support gave me a warm glow in that frosty breeze. However, Guy looked worried.

 

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Kevin will be giving away a $30 Amazon gift card to one randomly chosen commenter. So make sure to follow the tour and leave comments at each stop. The more you comment the more entries you get for the contest prize above. Follow the tour at http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/02/blurb-blitz-tour-drama-queens-with-love.html

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About the Author:

Kevin lives with his long-term partner in their humble apartment (affectionately named Sabrina), in Australia’s own ‘EmeraldCity,’ Sydney.

From an early age Kevin had a passion for writing, jotting down stories and plays until it came time to confront puberty. After dealing with pimple creams and facial hair, Kevin didn’t pick up a pen again until he was in his thirties. His handwritten manuscript was being committed to paper when his social circumstances changed, giving him no time to write. Concerned, his partner, Warren, snuck the notebook out to a friend who in turn came back and demanded Kevin finish his novel. It wasn’t long before Kevin’s active imagination was let loose again.

His longest running passion is a weekly radio program he produces with Warren for local Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander station, Koori Radio. Since 2004 they have been discovering music, both new and old, and interviewing local artists and community leaders. Every Friday night, The Rhythm Divine is heard across Sydney and via the world wide web.

Kevin is currently at work on the sequel to Drama Queens with Love Scenes.

Author Page – www.kevinklehr.com

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