Excerpt & Giveaway! Make Me, Rent Me #3 by Brina Brady

Make Me (Rent Me Series #3)

Russian mobster Dmitri Dubrovsky and ex-rent boy Brennen are hiding out in the German woods with those closest to them, and not everyone is happy. Living in a small cabin took its toll on the married couple. Everyone’s safety is dependent on Dmitri, meaning he and Brennen don't spend enough alone time. 

Brennen with his sneaky self is finding his way back to his old tricks. The struggles that these two men go through bring out the best and the worst of each. Jealousy is still a big issue for both of them, but they manage to squeeze in some kinky and playful sex. There are some difficulties when they balance their Domestic Discipline Relationship in their marriage.

They find danger when a secret meeting in Amsterdam with a trusted source turns out to be a betrayal. A brother goes missing, leaving an additional burden on Dmitri's shoulders.

Complications with a drug lord see them traveling to Mexico to sort the problem out, but when one problem is solved another arises when they return back home. Something that will change their lives forever. Can their marriage handle the change?

Warning: 

This is a Gay adult consensual story focused on themes of corporal discipline punishment and explicit sex with light elements of BDSM between adult men over the age of eighteen.

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Dmitri took Brennen’s hand and they walked to the outside bar, sitting right on the white sand. They each sat down on a stool. Dmitri had ordered them two fun island drinks with the cute umbrellas inside the glasses.

“It’s so nice to be alone with you, Bren. Just us. No one else.”

“Yeah, finally.”

“Do you like your drink?” Dmitri asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Good choice.”

“So what’s wrong then?”

“What do you mean?” Brennen stirred his drink and removed the umbrella.

“I can tell you’re pissed off about something.” Dmitri forked his shrimp and dipped it in the hot red sauce.

“Are you really ready to hear why I’m pissed?” Brennen asked.

The lively twinkle in his blue eyes only incensed Dmitri more. He knew something had been wrong since the night he had returned from Antonio’s. He probably could have taken him with him, but he just didn’t want to taint him with anything illegal.

I am from Huntington Beach, Ca. I taught various subjects at a Continuation High School in Los Angeles, California for 27 years. I obtained a Bachelor’s of Arts Degree in history, Secondary Social Science Credential and a Master’s Degree in Secondary Reading and Secondary Education from California State University, Long Beach. I also enrolled in some creative writing classes at UCLA. I am currently taking classes from Romance Writers of America.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Consent by Nancy Ohlin

Bea has a secret.

Actually, she has more than one. There’s her dream for the future that she can’t tell anyone—not her father and not even her best friend, Plum.

And now there’s Dane Rossi. Dane is hot, he shares Bea’s love of piano, and he believes in her.

He’s also Bea’s teacher.

When their passion for music crosses into passion for each other, Bea finds herself falling completely for Dane. She’s never felt so wanted, so understood, so known to her core. But the risk of discovery carries unexpected surprises that could shake Bea entirely. Bea must piece together what is and isn’t true about Dane, herself, and the most intense relationship she’s ever experienced in this absorbing novel from Nancy Ohlin, the author of Always, Forever and Beauty.

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“May I?”


Without waiting for my answer, Mr. Rossi sits down next to me at the piano and pushes the quilted cover aside. As he does, his tweed jacket grazes my bare arm. My skin tingles from the contact, and I want him to do that again: accidentally-on-purpose touch me. Although it was likely just an accident, and I really need to cut this out already.

He raises and lowers his elbows, then closes his eyes. He smells like his handkerchief, except warmer, sultrier. He launches into the first movement—initially at tempo, then more slowly, then with a series of fits and starts in the form of ritardandos and accelerandos. His interpretation is decidedly more measured and melancholy than mine, and more passionate, too.

He stops just before the shift to the second movement and turns to face me.

“So . . . what do you think?” he asks me.

Our legs are almost touching. Should I inch away? Or stay where I am?

“Beatrice?”

He knows my name. After just the one class. I should correct him and tell him that everyone calls me “Bea.” But I love the way he says “Beatrice”—like a poem, and with that dreamy accent.

Oh, right, I need to respond. “Yes! Sorry! That was wonderful! Really deep and intense and tormented.”

“Schumann was in a great deal of torment when he wrote this part.”

“What was the matter with poor old Schumann?”

“Poor young Schumann. He was twenty-something at the time. He was in love with his piano teacher’s daughter, Clara Wieck. But Mr. Wieck wouldn’t let them be together. Schumann wrote a song for Clara called ‘Ruines’ because he felt that his life was in ruins without her. That song became the beginning of the Fantasy.”

Oh my God, how romantic. But I probably shouldn’t say that to a teacher. “That’s insanely interesting. How do you know this?” I ask instead.

“Conservatory. You’ll see for yourself, next year.” 

Conservatory. I drop my gaze and study my nails.


“At Juilliard or Curtis or wherever you decide to go, you’ll learn everything there is to know about the lives of the composers. Who was in love with whom, who died of syphilis at age thirty-one, who had a morbid fear of the number thirteen . . .” Mr. Rossi hesitates, apparently noticing that I’ve checked out on this conversation. “You are a senior, right? That’s what it said on my class roster: ‘Beatrice Kim, senior.’ ”

I nod.

“Sorry . . . I simply assumed . . . So you’re not applying to conservatory, then?”

“Nope.”

“It’s just that I don’t run across people your age who can play the Schumann Fantasy like that. Or at all. You have ‘piano performance major’ written all over you.”

“Thanks. Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of . . . um . . .” Quick, make something up. “Pre-law.”

“Pre-law?”

My phone buzzes. I glance at the screen. It’s a text from Plum: I’m done. Where are you? Meet me out front.

“I have to go,” I say, rising to my feet.

Mr. Rossi glances at his watch. “Actually, so do I. I’m due at a meeting that starts—started—five minutes ago. It’s probably not good to keep Principal Oberdorfer waiting.”

“See you in class, then.”


“Yes. See you in class,” he replies. “Beatrice?”


“Yes?”


“The rest of the Schumann. Could I hear you play it sometime?” He sounds shy and hesitant, like he’s asking me out. My heart feels hot and fluttery.

“I’m still working on it,” I murmur.

“Good. I can offer you more unwanted advice, then.” He smiles, and I have no idea if he’s joking or not.

I’d better start working extra hard on that last movement.

Nancy Ohlin is the author of CONSENT, ALWAYS, FOREVER, and BEAUTY. She has also collaborated on several celebrity novels, including a New York Times bestselling YA trilogy. She received a BA in English from the University of Chicago. Born in Tokyo, Japan, she lives in Ithaca, New York with her family.

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Book Blitz & Giveaway! #Heart, Hastag #6 by Cambria Hebert

Lovers Gonna Love…

Family isn’t always defined by blood.

Sometimes family is born of love…

Loyalty…

And choice.

Sometimes the bond that comes from someone having your back through the shittiest of times is stronger than anything you get from genetics.

And sometimes you find that piece of your soul you didn’t even know was missing

I’m a lucky guy like that.

I found a love that will never fade. I found a group of people who aren’t just my friends.

They’ve become my family.

There’s only one place to go from here.

I’m gonna bind myself to Rimmel in every possible way.

I’m gonna bring our family even closer together.

The past has taught me it won’t be easy.

Especially when faced with repercussions from a night that ended in death.

But that’s okay.

Family doesn’t quit each other.

Love like ours never dies.

Happily ever after isn’t just for storybooks.

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Cambria Hebert is an award winning, bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. 

Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house). 

Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: The Hashtag Series, Text, Torch, and Tattoo.

Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Something Precious, Something Amazing #2 by M. Clarke

As Jax and Rachel start their lives together, finally engaged and living in Los Angeles, all seems right with the world until Chloe wants to enter their lives again. She wants to be closer to her son, Jace, and in order to keep the peace, Jax agrees. Unfortunately, trouble seems to be swirling in the air when Rachel’s high school crush enters their lives; meanwhile Chloe proclaims to be pregnant. 

Rachel is left questioning whether Jax is the one she wants to live happily ever after with, while they are left pondering who could be the father of Chloe’s baby. Could their relationship be strong enough to surpass these obstacles or will this mean the end of Jax and Rachel's love.

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Jax sat up, rubbing his eyes and trying to process what had happened. My lusting hormones shot up, seeing Jax shirtless with lazy eyes and his taut biceps flexing while he supported himself on his arms. It sent all sorts of pleasurable tingles through me.

When he caught my eyes, he gave me that sexy smirk. “Good morning, babe.” His tone was full of love and mischief. Looking down at the culprit, Jax smiled. “When did Jace get into our bed?”

I snuggled against my pillow, moving closer to Jax. Jax moved Jace’s leg out of his way and got as close to me as possible.

“I suppose in the middle of the night.” I stared into his warm-brown eyes—those eyes I could lose myself in. Extending my arm, I caressed his dimple.

“Did he wake you?” Jax asked, brushing my hair away from my face, and then caressing my arm.

“No.” I closed my eyes to soak in the warmth of his touch. It radiated love, and I didn’t want him to remove his hand. That heat traveled to my very core, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it…to my sex, completely turning me on.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked, running his thumb along my lips, sending electrifying shock waves through me, especially when he gave me that “I want you” look.

Jax moaned when I slipped my hands under the blanket and cupped his dick over his boxers. “I can think of many things, especially when it comes to what I’m touching.”

Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Hidden Impact, Safeguard #1 by Piper J. Drake

He’s not the hero she’s looking for...

As part of the elite Centurion Corporation team, military-veteran-turned-mercenary Gabriel Diaz is a natural defender. He’ll do anything to ensure a mission is successful. Anything but get emotionally invested—he learned the hard way that can be deadly. Easy bodyguard jobs in between the more challenging missions are all he’s interested in now.

Maylin Cheng is desperate and running out of time. Her younger sister has gone missing but no one seems to take her concern seriously. Her last hope lies in asking an aloof bodyguard for help. He dismisses her outright, but all that changes when she is almost killed in a not-so-accidental hit-and-run right before his eyes.

As Maylin leans on Gabriel, she begins to rely on him for more than just her safety. But as their attraction grows, so does the danger surrounding them. When the elaborate web they're trapped in unravels, Gabriel will do anything to protect them. Even if that means putting his heart in the crosshairs.

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Breathe.

She gasped and cool air rushed in, clearing away some of the fog.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take another breath nice and slow. Slow.” Strong hands patted her down, touched her with gentle purpose. “Does anything hurt? Your neck, your head?”

“The way you took her down, it’s amazing her skull isn’t splattered all over the sidewalk.” Another man’s voice floated over from some distance away. Or was it a shock thing?

Maybe she was in shock.

Did people’s feet get cold at times like this? Only her left one.

“Your left foot is colder because you lost a shoe when I shoved you out of the way.” A thread of amusement ran through the original speaker’s voice. She liked the sound of it. Kind humor, like what she heard in his words, was the sign of a good man. “I’m going to help you to a sitting position, but if anything hurts at all, you let me know right away and we’re laying you back down. Understood?”

“Yes.” She said it out loud on purpose, because she was pretty sure she’d been talking out loud anyway so it’d be good to know if she could do it when she actually meant to.

The same big hands she’d taken note of before took hold of her, one sliding under her neck to give her support as she came up to a sitting position.

“Slow,” her caretaker admonished.

His choice of speeds was frustrating.

Piper J. Drake (or “PJ”) began her writing career as “PJ Schnyder” writing sci-fi & paranormal romance and steampunk. She has recently received the FF&P PRISM award for her work as well as the NJRW Golden Leaf award and Parsec award. 

Now, PJ is exploring the complexity of romantic suspense, incorporating her interests in mixed martial arts and the military into her writing.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Burn For You, The Protector #3 by Stephanie Reid

Vic Russo is just one of the guys. Except she’s not a guy. A paramedic, affectionately known as Vic within her firehouse, Victoria is a permanent fixture in the friend zone. But when her childhood crush, firefighter Graham McAndrew, becomes single once again, she decides enough is enough. It’s time for Graham to see her as the woman she’s become. There’s only one problem. A photo of her in the arms of another man has captured the nation’s attention.

Jason Meadows is not thrilled to have his police work interrupted by a small media craze. In fact, he’d be content never to see Victoria or that photo-gone-viral again. But a series of fires in town, paired with a growing attraction to the quirky paramedic, make staying away impossible.

Determined to ferret out a potential killer, Jason enlists Victoria’s help as his eyes and ears inside the firehouse. And while threats rise from within, Victoria is forced to choose between the love of her past and the man who’s ignited her fire within.

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She had this. She was in control. Just like she’d practiced with her therapist all those months ago, she focused on calming herself physically by breathing slowly. Then she could focus on calming herself mentally.

She needed a distraction. The human brain couldn’t think about two things at once, and Dr. Haryana had made her practice bringing a serene memory to the forefront of her mind. She’d literally taught Victoria to find her happy place.

Happy place. Happy place. What the fuck was her happy place again?

“Hey.” Jason squeezed her shoulder gently and she pounced on the distraction, concentrating on the warmth of his hand, the solid pressure of his grip. “I’m sure you did enough. I’m sure you did all you could.”

She closed her eyes and kept her focus on his hand and the way he moved his thumb back and forth in a gentle massaging motion.

“Hey, look at me, Victoria.”

She lifted her head, noticing for the first time that his eyes were blue. And not just one shade of blue. The middles were light, like a cloudless summer sky, but the further away from the pupil, the darker they got. Until they were as dark blue as Lake Michigan. His eyes reminded her of running on the beach, her feet sinking into the sand while she devoured the scenery—a horizon of dark blue water, meeting light blue skies.

Well, what do you know? Hello, happy place.

“You did everything you could,” he said.

She inhaled deeply and nodded. “I know.”

He moved closer, closing the distance between them then paused to clear his throat. It was awkward, the way he drew her to him with stiff arms, and she held herself rigid. Mainly because she didn’t want to press any buttons on the radio clipped to his chest. Funny, that she was suddenly capable of noticing details like that.

He shifted slightly, tucking her into his side so the radio wasn’t in the way, and patted her back. She almost laughed—that’s how silly and uncomfortable it felt. But after a moment, she relaxed against him. And the second the tension left her, it left him as well. He held her a little tighter and she brought her arms around him, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt between his shoulder blades.

“Thank you,” she whispered over his shoulder, suddenly overcome with gratitude for this man who’d helped her regain balance when the world had been spinning away from her. She closed her eyes and a single tear fell from each one. One tear for the men she’d lost in a country far away and another for the firefighter she’d come close to losing today.

Stephanie Reid writes contemporary romances with heart, humor, and a happily ever after. She holds a master's degree in Human Development Counseling and enjoys using counseling theories on her fictional characters (and from time to time her husband).

She draws inspiration for her stories from life experience, and when writing, she frequently asks her police officer husband for his input on all things law enforcement. They've agreed not to discuss the bits of advice she doesn't take when it doesn't serve her plots well, and this makes for a very harmonious marriage.

Born and raised in the Chicago suburbs, Stephanie now resides with her husband and three children in central Illinois.

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