Release Day Blitz: Snow and Mistletoe by Alexa Riley

Noelle's voice has captivated Alex, and she's become his greatest obsession. Since he hired her to read audiobooks, listening to her is the only thing that makes his lonely world bearable. Thank God she's never seen him. His scars would only scare her away. 

Alex has starred in every fantasy Noelle's had since she first heard his voice over the phone, and reading erotica samples to him only fuels her desire. Listening to him on the other end of the phone is the best part of her day, and she's willing to do anything to please him. 

On Christmas Eve a storm comes through, sending Noelle in search of her reclusive boss. Once she's at his cabin with no place to go, there's only one way to keep warm. 

Warning: This is the sweetest, cheesiest, most Christmassy book ever! It's filled with late-night confessions, dirty deeds, and a lifetime of love. If you love this time of year, I've got some cheer for you!

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“I…uh…” I say, trying to break the silence between us for the second time today. I’m totally getting fired. Hell, I kinda knew that when I popped on my audiobook and my voice wasn’t even on it. As much as I want to ask, I don’t feel like poking the bear he seems to have turned into.

I knew he was the silent broody type, but I didn’t think he bit. Now I’m not so sure. He could rip my heart to shreds with a few harsh words. Maybe this is why I spend so much time with my head in the clouds and my nose in books, dreaming in my own little world. This real-life romance shit is hard and scary.

“Follow me. I’ll show you where you can put your stuff,” he says without looking at me as he heads towards a hallway. It’s as if he wants to shove me into a room as quickly as possible. He won’t even look at me, and a lump starts to form in my throat. Forget it. I can’t do this.

“Maybe I should just…” I turn to grab the door handle, but I remember I don’t have my shoes on so I can’t make as quick of an escape as I’d like. Before I can turn to grab my shoes, big arms shoot out on either side of me, landing on the door. His warm body presses into mine.

“Don’t go.” His words are soft this time, and they tickle my ear. He doesn’t move, and I can’t seem to form any words with him pressed up against me like this. “Just let me show you to your room. You can take a warm bath if you like.”

“Okay.” The fight leaves my body at his deep, sensual voice. My answer comes out breathy, and it takes every muscle in my body to stop myself from leaning into him. I want to rub against him like a cat in heat. I’ve never done anything wanton in my life, but Alex makes me do a lot of things I’ve never done before. Like drive three hours in a snowstorm, pretending it was all about saving my job, when really I’m being a low-key stalker.

Maybe I can just say I’m cold or something if I rub against him. Oh my God, I’m totally trying to cop a feel! My cheeks burn with embarrassment at my own thoughts, but Alex still makes no move to release me. I can’t move until he drops the big arms that are caging me. God, how I wish I was facing the other way and staring into his dark blue eyes. I was so sure they would be brown when I pictured him, but my thoughts didn’t do those eyes justice.

“Don’t try to leave again.” The firmness in his voice is one I know all too well. I am about to tell him I’ll do whatever I want, but feeling him pressed against me banishes any thoughts I have of leaving this cabin. “It’s dark, the snow is falling thick, and the coyotes will be out.”

With that caution, the warmth of his body leaves mine, and I miss it instantly. Sadly, I think I could have stood like that all night and been utterly content. I turn, following him down the long hallway. The cabin is cute. It’s hard to make out much with so few lights on, but all the walls and floors are wooden. It’s rustic and homely and utterly perfect. The place looks like it was plucked right out of some catalogue. It would be the perfect place to spend Christmas.

The thought reminds me that it’s Christmas Eve. I haven’t heard anyone else, but I feel bad, not only for intruding but for possibly putting someone out of a bedroom. “Are we alone?” I’m prying for information, but I’m wondering if a girlfriend or someone like that is going to pop up.

“I’m always alone.” That makes me happy until the words really sink it.

He takes me upstairs, and we pass one door before we stop outside another. He turns the knob and pushes the door open. He half-turns to me, but the light is off, and I still can’t really make out his face. I can tell he has a strong jaw and nose, but seeing so little only makes me long to see more.

“Get some rest. I’m sure it was a long drive.” With that, he turns and heads down the stairs, his big body disappearing into the shadows of the cabin.

I go into the room he told me to take and flip on the nearby lamp. I ignore everything but the bed as I toss my bag onto it and let myself fall into its softness.I’m always alone.

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I'm Alexa Riley! Mom, wife, and business woman by day and smut writer by night. I specialize in the Dirty Date Night reading. I wrote my first book, Owning Her Innocence, because well, I just couldn't find any daddy books to my liking. So I sat down and just started writing, bringing the fantasies I find myself often dancing to in the dark of night to life, one page at a time.

Alexa Riley is my alter ego. I can't let the other soccer moms know what I'm up to or the guys at work for that matter. Little do they know that they've got nothing on my dirty talk.

I'm here to give you a quick fix of filthy dirty smut. Got a few hours to kill? Then I'm what you're looking for.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Expanding Horizons, Love in Germany #2 by Chris McHart

After a year and a half together, Ryan and his Dom Julian are still happy and finally married.

Shortly before Christmas, though, Julian brings something up he’s dreamt of before. He wants to play in public with Ryan. His partner is totally against it and suggests something else. Before they know what happens, they have the biggest fight on their hands. 

Instead of getting ready for a second Christmas together, they are angry at each other. They both have to step back, make up their minds and apologize before they spend the holidays being miserable.

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I stared at my groom, totally speechless. He was really going to do this with me. Or I was going to do it with him. In either case, this was real. We were going to get married. Like, in ten minutes, we’d be a wedded couple. I swallowed against the lump in my throat. When he’d asked me a few months ago, I was all for doing it immediately. But now, as we were waiting for the last guests to arrive, my nerves were getting the better of me.

Ryan was my everything. My soulmate, partner, and sub, and I loved him more than anything. Spending the rest of my life by his side was my own personal heaven.

He’d moved to Germany for me, leaving behind his life and family in Phoenix, Arizona, as well as the heat. Currently, in the summer, it was okay, but he’d suffer quite a bit when the winter came. It would take a few years until he was used to the cold winters in Nürnberg.

Currently, Ryan was talking to his mother. His parents had flown in from the States to watch their son get married. I’d met them before and really loved them. They were great in-laws, and I knew they were truly happy Ryan had found a partner, even if it was half a world away from them. When we’d planned our wedding, we’d decided against our dads bringing us to the altar, so I was going to meet Ryan in the middle of the rows of chairs, and then we’d walk to the registrar together. This was going to be a simple civil union, since gays were still not allowed to actually marry in Germany, but for me, it was big. To me, it was marriage.

I tried to catch Ryan’s eye. It was time. We had a party scheduled and afterwards, I intended to have my very own celebration with Ryan. He was my sub for a reason, and I wanted to make sure he wouldn’t forget that on this very special day.

I limited our playing to the bedroom, something Ryan was absolutely fine with, but today, upon seeing him in his dark suit, I desired more. It wasn’t the first time I’d closed my eyes and imagined him on his knees, hands bound behind his back, while I showed him off in public. He was so gorgeous, so stunning, in his submission, and the dark suit accentuated it even more. He wore it as well as he wore my marks. I wanted to let the world know this man was mine. He gave his lust, his love to me, and I wanted everyone to see what was between us. This was one of the steps, and wearing a wedding ring highlighted it even more for me, but I wanted the other side, the BDSM side as well. I wasn’t too fond of public play, but with Ryan I found myself entertaining the thought way too often.

I had absolutely no restraint when it came to this man. We’d been together for a year and a half, yet I still wanted him so much. A shiver crawled down my spine. Later, I would put him on his knees and drive him out of his mind. He submitted so beautifully, and seeing him in the suit, and knowing he’d said “yes, I do” would make it even more arousing.

Ryan nodded in my direction. Show time.

He exchanged a few words with his mother, then headed in my direction. I caught his gaze. A smile played around Ryan’s lips. He looked as happy as I was. We’d planned, organized, and scheduled for this day, and now it was finally here. I still couldn’t believe it. In an hour, we’d be married. I resisted the urge to pinch myself, and instead moved forward toward my future husband.

Ryan took my hand, the expression on his face radiant. The simple room in the city hall faded even more against his grin. And I was getting sentimental.

“Ready, my love?” I asked him, even though I knew he was.

“Of course, always.”

We turned to the rows of chairs, where our families sat. Together, we walked to the registrar. Our hands were still joined as we stopped at the podium.

“Can we start?” the man asked kindly.

I couldn’t speak around the lump in my throat, so I only nodded.

“We are here today to celebrate a civil union between Julian Neumann and Ryan Aspen. Ryan Philippe Aspen and Julian Walter Neumann, are you ready and willing to pledge to share your lives with one another, in a committed and binding relationship?”

I gazed over at my partner. “Yes, I am,” Ryan and I said together. 

“Do you, Ryan Philippe Aspen want to commit to Julian Walter Neumann?”

“I do,” Ryan declared in a strong voice. 

The registrar smiled and I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Until this moment, it had somehow been unreal. Picking out the suits, the appointment to get our papers, the fact that our families were here, none of it compared to the fact that he’d really, truly said yes.

The registrar focused on me. “Do you, Julian Walter Neumann want to commit to Ryan Philippe Aspen?”

“I do,” I managed to say. My throat was nearly closed off. We were really doing this. I had no doubt Ryan was the one I would love forever, but it still was so surreal. Again, the urge to pinch myself rode me hard, but it would’ve looked suspicious if I’d done so in front of our witnesses and family.

“Then, by virtue of this office, I declare you lawfully joined in a civil union. You can kiss now.” The man smiled again. We’d talked about it before and told him we very much wanted the kissing part in the ceremony. While the whole affair was nothing big, this was something we absolutely didn’t want to miss out on.

Slowly, I raised my hand and rested it on Ryan’s neck, while he slipped his arm around my waist. Staring into his eyes, I drew him closer to me. With a soft sigh, our lips met for the very first time as a married couple. Holy shit.

His tongue teased my lips, and all too willingly I parted them. Ryan tasted like he always did, yet our kiss sent a shiver down my back. I loved him so very much. Shaking, I kept him in the kiss, our tongues dancing. The registrar probably hadn’t meant we should do this here, but I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers were buried in the short hair of Ryan’s neck, his arms were wound around my waist, and I couldn’t stop kissing him. I wanted to do so much more, but that really had to wait a bit longer.

Although, if we didn’t quit kissing soon, we’d have to leave the party before it even started.

With a last lingering kiss, I pulled back a little and opened my eyes. Ryan seemed as flustered as I was, his lips already shining and dark red like they always were whenever I kissed him thoroughly. He was on the verge of getting on his knees, if I wasn’t mistaken. He wouldn’t, not with his family here, but we needed to stop making out. I’d have enough time to play with him once we were at home alone.And I would play with him. He needed it, and so did I.

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Chris McHart lives in Germany, with her husband, slave, Dom, partner in crime, and muse (all in one person, not even she’s that kinky!). She loves her husband, men in kilts and Scotch Whisky. Her idea of a perfect evening is to curl up with her laptop and write (the other options are not suitable to post in public).

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Review, Excerpt & Giveaway! Status Update, #gaymers #1 by Annabeth Alberts

Adrian Gottlieb is winning at life. He’s a successful video game designer with everything a man could ask for, including a warm comfy ride to Denver and a date for his sister’s wedding. But he finds himself in need of a total reboot when he's left stranded at a snowy campground in Utah. Holiday plans? Epic fail.

That is until Noah Walters offers him shelter for the night and a reluctant cross-country ride. Nothing about the ultraconservative geoarchaeologist should attract Adrian, but once he discovers Noah’s hidden love for video games, the two connect on a new level. Soon, a quiet but undeniable chemistry sparks.

Something doesn’t add up, though. As the miles accumulate and time runs out, Noah must face the most difficult choice of his life. Meanwhile, Adrian must decide whether he’s ready to level up. Is their relationship status worth fighting for, or has this game ended before it's even begun?

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Noah knew the dog was trouble as soon as he and Ulysses entered the campground’s off-leash dog area. The little guy—some sort of Chihuahua/mini-pin mix in a yellow-and-green checked coat—stood in the center of the scrubby grass, barking his fool head off. The only human in the dog area sat at the picnic table on the far side, completely absorbed in his shiny phone, oblivious to his dog strutting around like all eight pounds of him would be enough to keep potential threats out.

Ulysses gave Noah a look, like “you really expect me to ignore that?” Noah tightened his hold on the tennis ball chucker. Ulysses never did well competing with smaller dogs for his toys. He unclipped Ulysses with a stern look.

“Be good.”

Still yapping, the little dog rushed over to inspect his new enemy. Predictably, Ulysses wandered away to do his business. He was too old for these sorts of games.

Noah gave a halfhearted wave in the direction of the owner, but the guy didn’t look up from his phone. The young guy was a typical hipster tourist—thick tortoise-framed glasses, artfully messed-up dark hair, with a thick purple streak, falling over his forehead. Slim build, but his wide shoulders stretched his too-thin jacket, making the shiny fabric ripple with his motions. He wasn’t any more prepared for November in Utah than his designer dog. Still, he was a cute guy, if one was the type to notice things like that, which Noah was not.

Noah looked away, studying the sheer cliffs that surrounded the Capitol Reef National Park. Didn’t matter how much time he spent in Southern Utah, he never got tired of the view. Phone guy was missing the light shifting into one of those perfect late fall sunsets that made the early dusk worth the loss of daylight. Pink streaks mingled with gray sky to cast a rosy glow over the scrubby grass and low fence of the dog area.

Rowwwr. Ulysses flopped at Noah’s feet, a deep beseeching whine rattling out of his barrel chest. He was eighty pounds of unhappy. He’d waited patiently all afternoon while Noah worked, and now he was missing out on his ball time thanks to the teacup gatekeeper.

“Okay, but play nice.” Noah threw the ball hard with the chucker toy, going for enough distance to outstrip the tiny dog’s ability to keep up with Ulysses. Not surprisingly, the little guy was tenacious, cutting off Ulysses’s path to the ball. Ulysses gave a warning woof, and Noah broke into a run, heading after the dogs.

“Down,” he called out. Ulysses wouldn’t attack the smaller dog, but he wasn’t above a major tantrum. And despite the smaller dog acting as instigator, people would see the huge black dog and toss out the “aggressor” label. Noah preferred to exercise him late in the day—Ulysses simply didn’t enjoy playing with other dogs, and Noah wasn’t one to force his dog into uncomfortable situations.

The little dog stood over the ball, yapping up a storm while Ulysses barked and growled, ignoring Noah’s command to sit.

Finally, the owner hefted himself off the picnic bench.

“Pixel, baby, what are you doing?” the owner called in a melodic voice that didn’t inspire Noah’s confidence in the man’s ability to control his dog. “Did the big doggie scare you?”

Hah. Typical. Noah snorted. “Can you grab the ball?” He didn’t trust those little dog breeds—too quick to snap. He’d nearly been bitten trying to retrieve a ball more than once.

“Oh sure.” The guy reached under Pixel—typical cutesy name for an annoying dog—and delicately plucked the ball free, but instead of handing it to Noah, he gave it a toss, sending both dogs running.

Oh great. Noah let out a slow breath, little puffs of vapor in the crisp evening air that did nothing to defuse his tension.

“It’ll be okay.” The way-too-handsy guy patted the sleeve of Noah’s parka. “They just need to work it out. Pixel loves to play.”

Noah took a step to the side. Who did that? Touched complete strangers? But the guy kept up his friendly grin, not unlike his dog, who kept gamely chasing Ulysses. Ulysses won the race to the ball this time and hightailed it back to Noah. Not releasing his prize, he whined softly.

“Hey, boy. You got a toy?” The guy knelt to dog level and extended a hand, but instead of sniffing, Ulysses shook his head.

“Sorry. He’s not much on new people.” Neither am I. Noah’s voice sounded rough to his own ears—too many days with only Ulysses to talk to.

“It’s okay.” The guy straightened, then extended a hand to Noah. “I’m Adrian Gottlieb. You been at Capitol Reef long?”

“Couple of weeks.” He returned Adrian’s handshake, hating it when a little buzz shot up his arm. Unlike his own gloved hand, Adrian’s hand was bare, a hint of a tattoo playing peekaboo with his cuff, his grip strong and firm. And Noah had absolutely no business noticing anything more than the guy’s relentless friendliness.

Adrian smiled expectantly as he released Noah’s hand.

“Oh, I’m Noah. And that’s Ulysses,” he added, because dog people always wanted to know all about the dog. No doubt the guy was bursting to tell Pixel’s life story.

“Add-dreeee-an,” a heavily accented voice called from the gate. A beefy guy close to Noah’s age leaned on the fence, bald head gleaming in the setting sun. “I’m lonely. When are you coming back?”

“Coming,” Adrian shouted, then gave Noah a shrug with a “what can you do?” expression on his face. He grabbed Pixel and jogged across the field.

Noah nodded like he knew anything about handling demanding friends. Adrian greeted the mammoth dude with a quick peck. Okay then. Not a friend. He should have guessed, but he was a bit slow about relationship stuff. The country was changing, even way out here, but no one would dare try even that much PDA in his tiny West Texas college town. His stomach gave a weird flip—not quite discomfort, but something else he refused to name. Time to return his attention to Ulysses. He hurled the tennis ball as hard as he could.

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Abandoned by his boyfriend far from home and with nothing but the clothes he’s wearing and his dog, Adrian has to accept the help of a total stranger or freeze to death.

Noah is working hard on finishing his book and doesn’t have time to play good Samaritan to the stranger he’s met in a parc.

Adrian represents everything he’ll never have and he’s reluctant to get close to him and open the gate to hope because he knows there’s no hope at all. 

When circumstances push them together, though, he’ll discover they have a lot in common and maybe he underestimated the charismatic stranger. 

What should have been one night of hospitality turns into a trip that will change both Noah and Adrian’s lives.

Annabeth, indeed, gets better and better with every new release. Her books are always an easy pick because they’re well written, funny, light and the stories are very captivating.

Follow Adrian and Noah’s journey as they finally let go of past insecurities and learn that, taking chances when you love someone, doesn’t necessarily means heading straight for heartbreak. Sometimes, it’s all that it takes to find the love of a lifetime. 

Can’t wait to read the second volume in this new series. 

Happy Reading!

Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.

Represented by Saritza Hernandez of the Corvisiero Literary Agency

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Remembering Home by J.M. Adele

How do you forget your first love? 

The girl that haunts your dreams.

The one that no other woman could ever live up to.

The one you left behind...

It takes a tragedy to wake Aiden Thomas from his stupor, prompting him to return to his home town. Nothing could've prepared him for what he finds when he gets there. His life, as he knows it, is about to change. It was time to stop hiding behind his lens.

Angel Murphy had her heart ripped away when she was a teenager. She survived the toughest times of her life, with the help of her family. Fifteen years later, after another cruel blow, she is again scrambling to adjust. Angel doesn't know how much more she can take, when the man she never thought she’d see again returns.

Can she trust him to stay this time, especially when he discovers the secrets he left behind?

*Recommended for readers 18+ due to mature content.*

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Aiden’s face was a picture of desire, his lids heavy, beautiful lips parted. The muscles of his chest heaved with each breath. He stood still. One hand grasped the towel and the other hung limply at his side. 

At that moment, she waivered. She didn’t come for this. If he left tomorrow without the chance of return, she’d always wonder what it would be like to be with this man. What they could have together. After an awful few weeks, she needed something life affirming. Something to make her feel alive and connected with someone she loved. Sitting here seeing Aiden, the man, and realizing her feelings had never faded, she just wanted to be reckless. To have just one night with him before everything changed. Before he leaves again. She promised herself she would be truthful with him in the morning, but for now, she needed him. Only him.

Her gaze raked up his body to his eyes. Angel unfurled her arms and stood. 

“Don’t say a word.” Her voice quivered from lust and fear. Fear that he might not want her as she wanted him. 

He didn’t speak, only stalked towards her, reaching to cup her face in his hands. His eyes searing as he lowered his lips to hers. She closed her eyes and reached her hands up to grasp his wrists. The feathery brush of his lips against hers sent divine tingles shooting through her body. It was always like this when they kissed. He set her heart alight, and branded her as his with every stroke of his touch. 

His hands moved to the nape of her neck and travelled down her shoulders and arms. She grabbed onto his waist, knocking the towel loose. His kiss became bruising. He reached down grabbing her thighs, urging her to wrap them around him so he could carry her to the sofa. She was way ahead of him, jumping at the suggestion. 

Their tongues were tasting, licking, remembering each other, while her hands learned the matured contours of his back and shoulders.

He knelt down on the mattress and dropped forward, bracing himself on one hand. The springs squeaked as Angel bounced, dropping her legs from his body. She looked down his exceptional body to see his erection jutting out proudly. He was magnificent. She wanted him now. Skin on skin.Angel wrenched off her top and started fumbling with the button of her jeans. Aiden’s hands covered hers “Let me,” he growled. She flopped back on the pillow and grabbed onto the edge of the mattress above her head, lifting her hips when he slid her jeans down.

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J.M. Adele is the author of the contemporary romance novella, Remembering Home, and paranormal romance, Sensing You—coming soon. She lives in Queensland, Australia with her husband, three boisterous boys and two geriatric Labradors.

Working as a nurse in a former life allowed her to meet all sorts of wonderful people and gain many different perspectives on life. Her love of, and addiction to stories prompted characters of her own to take up residence in her daydreams. When they became more insistent, she finally took pencil to paper.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Freefall, Santa Cruz Skydivers #1 by Joanne Efendi

Twenty-five year old professional skydiver Levi James has a troubled past that he just can't seem to leave behind. The main cause of his problems—his father. The billionaire Australian publishing magnate, who after being MIA for most of Levi's life, has decided Levi needs to start playing a role in the family business, whether Levi wants to or not.

Andi LaRosa, a twenty-one year old Costco cashier, comes from a loving, if somewhat suffocating, traditional Italian American family. With no direction and in a deep depression, she often seeks solace in Valium and the bottom of a Vodka bottle. That is until see meets Levi and instantly falls for his Aussie charm. The daredevil skydiver makes her feel alive and gives her a sense of direction that she so desperately craves. But can their fledging relationship survive Andi’s personal demons and Levi’s meddling father, who refuses to his son go?

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He shrugged and took another drink, emptying his beer. “Everyone has been hurt at some point. Haven’t you ever been in love so hard it hurt?”

I shook my head. “Never.” But I was starting to feel that way.

He looked shocked. “Never? Not even first love? I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true. I’ve had loads of crushes, but no one has ever returned the feelings. Unwanted, poor old me.” I felt like palming my forehead. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this stuff.”

What was I doing? It must be the alcohol talking. I needed to shut my mouth before I told him something I regretted. After all, it wasn’t like me to reveal my inner insecurities to just anyone, and I didn’t want to make a habit of it now.

“So, are you looking?” He gave me the once-over, his eyes scrutinizing my face for a clue.I couldn’t tell him the truth. That since I had met him, he was all I could think about. That before him, I hadn’t thought it possible to feel the way I felt. I thought love and romance was only written for fiction and never happened to people like me. That since I’d met him, my anxiety had eased, and my depression lifted. Instead, I laughed like he had just said the funniest joke I had ever heard. Covering up my emotions was something I was really practiced at.

Joanne is a lover of books and the written word. It had been a life long dream of Joanne’s to write and publish a novel. A dream that she finally fulfilled in early 2014 after writing YA Paranormal Romance Illuminated Darkness for close to three years. In 2015, her NA Romance ‘Freefall’ was signed by Evernight Publishing. Joanne grew up in sunny Queensland in Australia and currently resides on the Sunshine Coast with her husband and two sons. She has always had a passion for writing and is a former radio announcer and journalist. Currently she works in her other passion- teaching children the vital life saving skill of learning to swim. In her spare time she likes to drink coffee with her friends and train and compete in triathlons (very badly). Joanne is currently writing a sequel to Freefall, and a YA Contemporary novel that may or may not take another three years to write. She also has plans to write a sequel to Illuminated Darkness, that will be titled Darkness Enveloped.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Jinxed, The Rock #2 by Sandrine Gasq Dion

Jinx Jett is a rock superstar. As such, the hunky Skull Blasters drummer thoroughly enjoys the many perks of willing groupies, earning him a reputation as the band slut. Making it big and scoring hot women is something Jinx never expected. There's a little voice in the back of his mind constantly reminding him of how he used to be -- shy, overweight and acne prone. One night in a gay bar turns life upside down when Jinx runs into Jayden Dempsey, a kid he's been fantasizing about since giving him his autograph at a mall. Long-held insecurities keep Jinx from fully committing to anyone, and he may lose Jayden if he can't put his past behind him. Jayden Dempsey always wanted out of his life in small-town Alabama. When his parents kicked him out after he told them he was gay, Jayden decided the time was right to move on. He crosses the country to try out for 'Singers!', a show that propels unknowns to stardom. In a twist, producers choose him and three others as winners and form a boy band called London Boys.This season, the show brings Jayden and the guys back for the finale. Surprise! The contest's heavy metal finalist will be singing with Skull Blasters. Jinx and Jayden's initial meeting doesn't go so well, and Jayden's stunned when the guy he's crushed on for years turns out to be a total jerk. It doesn't stop him from falling into Jinx's arms every time they're alone, but Jayden didn't sign on for one nighters. He wants Jinx Jett, baggage and all. Can a former teen outcast put rejection behind him and embrace the acceptance standing right in front of him? How much will one boy bander put up with from his rock idol before enough is enough? Can they make it work? Or are they jinxed in love?

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The stall next to the one I was in opened and a man walked out. His eyes met mine and widened. “Oh, fuck me,” he whispered. In two seconds flat, I was back at the mall with that golden-haired hottie with the bubbled ass of fantasies. His clear, blue eyes were still fixated on me as I moved forward. “I know you,” I said stupidly. “Oh my God! I thought … the door closed, so I thought … holy shit! I just sucked Jinx Jett’s cock?” “Could you not yell that?” I snapped. “I’m not … well, you know …” “Gay?” he drawled. “Here’s a tip — don’t come to a gay club and stuff your cock into a glory hole!” “It’s Jayden, right? You’re the guy from the mall?” “You remember my name? Wait, okay, back up here for just a minute. Why are you here?” “I was, um, curious?” “Well, that’s just great. Another guy ‘curious’ about gay men.” Jayden lifted his fingers to indicate air quotes. “I didn’t know if I should stay or what. I mean, how does this work? Do I thank you for a fabulous blowjob? Tipping seems to cross a legal line …” “You liked it?” Jayden gaped in astonishment. “Like it?” I laughed. “Fuck yeah, I fucking loved it.”

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“Can I get some clothes?” “I like you in a robe.” Jinx waggled his brows. I started for the door and Jinx jumped up and grabbed my hand. He pushed me into the wall and gently pinned my hands above my head. “Jinx …” I gasped as his thigh insinuated itself between my legs, rubbing my balls. “Yeah?” his breath caressed my lips. “I … fuck … stop doing that,” I panted. “This?” Jinx raised his knee higher and rubbed my dick. My God, my mouth actually started watering as Jinx leaned in closer to me, letting his tongue trail my bottom lip. I wanted to taste him so fucking bad my whole body hurt. I wanted him. I couldn’t deny it. “Fuck, you are sexy as sin,” Jinx rumbled against my lips. “Love your lips, your eyes, even your fucking hair turns me on.” I clenched my eyes shut and tried to stay in control. “Yeah? Even if I’m a talentless pretty boy?” Jinx stiffened. He pulled back slowly and searched my eyes. “I’m sorry I said that.” “Yeah? Why did you say it? What’s your problem with me being in a boy band?” Jinx sighed and let my hands go. He rubbed his hands down his face and exhaled slowly. I continued to speak because by that time, my word vomit had begun. “I don’t even like boy bands, but you know what? This is where I am and fuck it! I’m successful. Do you know I auditioned with one of your band’s songs?” Jinx’s gasp was very audible in the room. His eyes widened. “Yep, that’s right. I sang Manwhore; the song fits you.” “I deserve that.” “Are you going to tell me what your problem is?” I placed my hands on my hips, glaring at him.

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Best selling author, Sandrine (Sandy) was born in Inglewood, California. Raised by "Old School" French parents, she later moved to Tucson, AZ. It was there that writing became a hobby. Always told she had a great imagination, Sandy wrote short stories for her friends in High School. In college, she took more writing classes while working on her Criminal Justice degree, but it wasn't until a soap opera caught her eye that she got involved in male on male romances. On the advice of a friend, Sandy dipped her toes into the world of M/M Romance. Sandy takes the writing seriously and has had countless conversations with gay men as well as hours of research. She's been involved with the military in one way or another for over twenty years, and has a great deal of respect for our men in uniform. She's traveled the world, but has finally returned to Arizona.

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Two best friends take a year off to find themselves… and end up finding each other.

Joshua Simpson has just finished four years at Purdue University, but that’s not why he’s buzzing with excitement. Once they’ve said goodbye to their families, Josh and his best friend Alex are taking off to discover America in an old but reliable VW van, planning on not seeing snow for an entire year.

Josh has always considered himself straight—except for that one time in college—so when he and Alex are living in such close proximity on the road, he’s unsure what these new feelings mean. Is it because they’re spending 24/7 together, or is it something deeper? And does it really matter since Josh has only ever seen Alex with women?

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Alex and I climbed into the van and soaked it all in. Our parents were standing arm in arm outside watching us, big proud smiles on their faces. Some of our party guests were mingling around, talking about their own graduations and wishing they had done what Alex and I were about to do, while others went back to their beers and food and watched from a distance.

We closed the doors to shut out the noise and suddenly it was just Alex and me.

“I can’t believe they did this,” came Alex’s shocked whisper.

“I’m still trying to figure out if I’m hallucinating. How many beers have you had?”

“Not nearly enough to hallucinate this.”

“Are you sober?” I asked.

“If I wasn’t before, I am now.”

“Good, pinch me.”

The bastard punched me in the arm.

“Ow, fucker. I told you to pinch me.”

“Still think you’re hallucinating?”

“No. Thanks.”

We spent the rest of the night looking at the van, which was tricked out spectacularly, only stopping to say goodbye to our guests. By the time the night was over, I was sober and lying on my back in the rear, my best friend next to me.

“Dad apologized for the color,” I told Alex after staring at the ceiling for what felt like ages.

“What’s wrong with the color?” he asked.

“It’s purple.”

“Indigo.”

“What?”

“It’s indigo,” Alex said very matter-of-factly. “You know, the second-to-last color of the rainbow, not blue but not purple either.”

“What’s the last color?” I think I was still drunk after all.

“Violet.”

“There’s two purples in the rainbow?”

Alex reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight before releasing it.

“Yep.”The wonder in Alex’s voice had my chest tightening, and I turned to look at him, only to see a large smile matching my own.

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R.J. Jones started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn’t until two men popped into her thoughts, insisting on telling her their story that she started to write.

It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower…

R.J.’s initial thought was if she could write their scene then they’d shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of her day. Not so. That shower scene ended up being 3000 words long and three hours of work. And still, they didn’t shut up. They told her their entire story and she didn’t sleep for days. Sometimes she couldn’t keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by her bed.

Whilst she was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.

You see the problem? If she ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.

R.J. is a wife and a mother to two boys. She is surrounded by males. Even her dog is a boy.

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Abducted by a band of renegade Scots, Highland gypsy Tasara Faas doesn’t hesitate to blacken the eye of her rescuer when the charming duke attempts to steal a kiss. Afterward, Tasara learns she’s the long-lost heiress Alexandra Atterberry and is expected to take her place among the elite society she’s always disdained.

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A click announced the lock giving way.

Creaking on unoiled hinges, the door edged open, inch-by-cautious-inch, and as it did, the brutal sounds from below filtered into the chamber. Light from the corridor’s brackets illumined a sinister, black-clad form.

A disheveled man paused at the threshold, his coat unbuttoned and a pistol protruding from his waistband. In one hand, he held a sword at the ready, and in the other, he brandished a dirk. Legs braced, he stood at the entrance like a buccaneer balancing atop a ship’s deck. 

A pirate in the Scottish Highlands? 

She blinked, slapping aside the ridiculous notion. Lack of food and sleep made her imagination run amuck.

For a tormenting instant, Tasara feared the ethereal body Satan himself, except she doubted the devil possessed pale blond hair and required blades to inflict mortal damage.

Fallen angel seemed more apt for the apparition illumined within the doorway.

She strained to see the man’s face. The dim interior hid his features except for a well-defined profile and a strong jawline. Evil men weren’t supposed to be attractive.

Stance wide, and her hand lifted to bury her knife, she waited for the intruder to move away from the door’s protection.

She must defend the children, no matter the cost. 

“Tathara?” Lala’s plaintive cry filled the chamber. “Piuthar, where be ye?”

The man’s head whipped toward the bed.

The bedding rustled, and a tear-logged voice whimpered, “Me be ascared. I hearded screaming.” 

Advancing farther into the room, the intruder looked this way and that. Light from the passageway spilled across the threshold but failed to reach the bed or the room’s outer edges. 

“A child? Might have told me,” he muttered in a clipped British accent while sheathing his weapons. “No matter, I suppose. A female’s a female.”

My God, what did the debauched knave intend?

The same loathsome things the Scots threatened?

Not as long as Tasara’s heart pumped, he wouldn’t. She shifted, ready to spring. A wee bit farther and she’d have a clear target. He would taste her blade before he laid one finger upon Lala.

The man faced the bed and extended his arms. “Come, sweeting, let’s be about it then. I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

How dare he, the loathsome degenerate? Tasara made an inarticulate noise.

He whirled, his body tense and alert. 

“Tathara!” Terror resonated in Lala’s high-pitched cry.

Tasara lunged, swinging the blade in an arc intended for his neck. “Depraved sot.”

Ducking, he leaped away, her dagger slicing air instead of flesh. Half-crouched and keenly alert, he regarded her.“Ah, the gypsy wench I expected.” Straightening, and apparently unperturbed at practically being skewered, he pointed at her dagger. “I do believe you tried to impale me. Most ungrateful of you, I must say.”

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Award winning, Amazon best-selling, and multi-published historical romance author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master's in Teaching. A Pacific Northwest Native, Collette’s been married for thirty years, has three amazing adult children, and five dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You'll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.

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