Thursday, May 5, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Bad Boys Club





Author Name: B.H. Rose

Book Name: Bad Boys Club (Episode One)
Series: Bad Boys Club
Book: One
Can be read as a standalone

Release Date: April 12, 2016
Blurb:

A year after moving back to his mom’s hometown, 16-year-old gay video game nerd Oliver Johnson's life is spiraling downhill.  Mostly thanks to the constant bullying by the older and illustrious Rulen.

A motorcycle driving delinquent whose dating his sister.

That is until the tables turn and Oliver catches Rulen in a very inappropriate position with the principal of their high school.

Pages or Words: 34,199 words

Categories: Dark themes, Gay fiction, M/M Romance, New Adult

Excerpt:
“And number three…kiss me.”
 “Kiss you?”  He snorted.
 It was too late now to take it back. 
 “Yes.”
 He chuckled to himself, “I should’ve known.”
 “Known what?”
 He came at me, more willingly than I expected.
 “Is that what it is?”  The nerves returned, being this close to him would forever make me uneasy.  “How’s the ribcage?”  He pretended like he would touch me, I flinched and guarded the sore area.
 “What do you think?”  I groaned, “it hurts like a bitch.”  I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact, he was standing so close.  Any closer and I would’ve felt his body heat.  He snatched up my face and forced me to look him in the eyes.
 “Hey?!”  I panicked.  His fingers went from my chin to around my neck.  I put one shaky hand on his wrist fearing he’d strangle me.  Instead he leaned down until our lips touched.  He didn’t close his eyes and I couldn’t even if I tried.  The silence in the room was deafening.
 Just mouth on mouth, a dry kiss. 




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B.H. Rose is a 23 year old author who'll mainly publish Gay young adult Contemporary and Romance.  She started writing from a young age, becoming inspired by reading tons of graphic novels, comics, and watching too much TV.  B.H. also has a huge love of Japanese culture, watching the Food Network channel, anything horror, and collecting fashion magazines.  When not writing B.H. is either scrolling through Tumblr, playing video games, or listening to music.



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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #33 (8.1)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who offer you our best flash fiction every week, from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

In Moving Forward, Marshall and Lee begin their first actual day on the cruise, having arrived at their first destination - St. Thomas! Wonder what the day will bring? Find out in today's episode! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #33 (8.1)


Marshall stretched languidly in the comfortable bed. Not bothering to open his eyes, he automatically reached for Lee. When he encountered Lee’s warmth, he snuggled up against him, wrapping an arm about him as he pressed his face against Lee’s bare back. Lee covered Marshall’s arm with his, and they lay together in companionable silence.

Sounds began to gradually filter into Marshall’s consciousness, and as his brain began to sort them out, his eyes popped open. They’d arrived! They were actually in the Virgin Islands.

Unable to contain his excitement, he leapt out of bed and raced out onto the balcony. The island of St. Croix stretched before him. The boat had docked sometime in the night, and they were far from the only ship in the harbor, which bustled with activity. He’d never seen such beautiful water in his life, blues and greens in shades he couldn’t even identify. A real paradise.  Marshall raced back to the bed.

 “Lee, we’re here!” he cried excitedly.

Lee rolled over, pushing  back the sheet as he did. His expression was one of loving amusement as he smiled at Marshall. “Does that surprise you?” he teased.

“C’mon out and see,” Marshall beckoned, tugging on Lee’s hand. He’d gotten past being too embarrassed to step out on the balcony without any clothes. He knew they weren’t exactly in anyone’s line of sight.

Lee allowed Marshall to pull him out of the bed and onto the balcony.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Marshall said in an awestruck voice. He’d never seen a place as lovely as this.

Lee wrapped his arms about Marshall. He softly kissed his shoulder. “It’s very beautiful,” he agreed.

“Wow, look at all the fishing boats. And oh, the sail boats,” Marshall said with rising excitement. “I wonder if we can go sailing while we’re here?”

“I’m sure they have tours for that,” Lee said. “You can probably find tours for anything you could possibly want to do.”

Marshall turned within the radius of Lee’s arms. “What are we going to do?”

“I thought we’d see what our options are and take it from there. I think everything’s listed in the ship’s brochure. Maybe order some breakfast and look it over while we decide?”

“Can we eat out here?”

“Absolutely,” Lee said.

They ordered a huge breakfast from room service, including a pot of coffee. By the time the food arrived, they were already dressed in colorful shorts and shirts and sandals and more than ready to eat. They couldn’t have asked for better weather. Warm, but not overly so. A gentle breeze that wafted enticing aromas. Plenty of sun.  While they ate,  they pored over the ship’s brochure, which included a list of things to do in St. Thomas, as well as shipboard activities. It all looked so enticing.

“Well, first question is do you want to stay on the boat or get off?” Lee asked practically.

That was a no-brainer. “I think I’d really like to go on shore and do something,” Marshall said. He figured they’d have plenty of time to be on the ship, but their time ashore was limited.

A knock on the door interrupted their discussion. “Probably the waiter come to get out stuff. I’ll let him in,” Marshall offered. He padded across the suite and opened the door. But it wasn’t the waiter who’d knocked.Iit was Roger who stood there. He too wore tropical looking garb, topped by a Dallas Cowboys baseball cap.

“Hey guys!” he greeted them. He was grinning and looked as excited as Marshall felt. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“No, come on in, we’re just hanging out on the balcony.”

Roger’s eyes lit up at the word balcony.  He followed Marshall outside. Marshall took the chair closest to Lee, and Roger sat across from them.

“Wow, this is awesome,” he said. “Love that hot tub. Is it as nice as it looks?”

“Nicer,” Marshall said.

“We were just deciding what to do today, did you have any plans?” Lee asked.

Roger scratched his head and considered the question. “Not really. I’d like to do something, just don’t know what. What about you? Got plans?”

Lee opened up a brochure that had come along with the one for the ship. “There’s this sighting seeing and beach cruise,” he said. “Takes about three hours, and that includes at least an hour at the beach.”

Marshall quickly scanned the itinerary, then slid the pamphlet toward Roger. “That sounds like fun,” he admitted. “You thinking about us going?”

“I am,” Lee said, “if you’re interested.”

“I’m definitely interested,” Marshall replied. He gave Lee an inquisitive look, one he was sure Lee would understand. And he did.

“Roger, want to come along?”

“Man, that does sound like fun. Sure I won’t be cramping your style?” he asked, looking between them.

“Not at all,” Lee assured him.

Roger broke into a wide grin. “Then I’m in. How soon does it leave?”

Lee consulted the brochure. “There’s a tour leaving in about an hour. That should give us plenty of time to get ready and get there.  In fact, we get  a discount for being on this cruise. Can’t beat that. Did you eat yet?”

“Yeah.” Roger patted his belly with a smile of contentment. “I’m good for a while. Maybe even until lunchtime.” He laughed. “I just gotta get my swimming stuff together and I’m good to go.”

“Us too,” Marshall said.

“Meet you in the hallway in fifteen minutes, how’s that?” Roger suggested.

“See you then.” Lee smiled.

Roger rose and saw himself out, admitting a steward who collected their breakfast dishes. He saw the open brochure and smiled.

“You going on the cruise?” he asked, and they nodded. “Take plenty of sunscreen,” he cautioned them. “Don’t want to burn.”

“Good advice,” Lee said. “Thanks.” He gave the man a tip and turned to Marshall.

“Let’s get it together,” he said. “Big day ahead.”

“Every day with you’s a big day,” Marshall replied and kissed him.

to be continued

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Virtual Book Tour: The Secrets of Flight

Please welcome author Maggie Leffler, who is here to tell us about her new release, The Secrets of Flight. Maggie will be awarding a physical copy of the book and another historical fiction title (US only) to one randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find out the other stops on her tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!


The Secrets of Flight
by Maggie Leffler

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GENRE: Women's Commercial/Historical Fiction

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BLURB:

Estranged from her family since just after World War II, Mary Browning has spent her entire adult life hiding from her Jewish heritage. Now eighty-seven years old and a widow, she is haunted by a lifetime of secrets and fading memories of the family she left behind. Her one outlet is the writing group she’s presided over for a decade, but when a new member walks in--a fifteen year old girl who reminds her so much of her beloved sister Sarah--Mary is certain fate delivered Elyse Strickler to her for a reason.

She hires the serious-eyed teenager to type up her story of a daring female pilot during WWII who gambled everything for her dreams--and both their lives take flight in unexpected ways.

At times laugh-out-loud funny and at others heart-wrenching, this is a story of identity, betrayal, love, hope, and forgiveness.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Maggie Leffler is an American novelist and a family medicine physician. A native of Columbia, Maryland, she graduated from University of Delaware and volunteered with Americorps before attending St. George’s University School of Medicine. She practices medicine in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she lives with her husband and sons. The Secrets of Flight is her third novel.




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Monday, May 2, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Lover on Top





Author Name: Kristine Cayne

Book Name: Lover On Top
Series: Six-Alarm Sexy
Book: Three
This book can be read as a standalone

Release Date: May 2, 2016
Blurb:

A straight firefighter discovers an irresistible attraction for his best friend’s younger brother—one that could lead to complete disaster.
A perpetual bachelor, firefighter lieutenant Hollywood Wright hops from one woman’s bed to another, searching for something he never finds. Has his father’s emotional and physical abuse somehow damaged him? Or is something else going on, something that involves the intense and uncomfortable feelings aroused by his best friend’s little brother?
Sexy-as-sin paramedic Chad Caldwell has always been out and proud. Sure, some gay-bashers are harassing him, but he’s determined to be true to himself. There’s just one problem: He’s hung up on Hollywood, his older brother’s straight best friend. When Hollywood’s apartment is damaged by fire, Chad reluctantly takes him in. Will Chad’s heart survive such close proximity to a man who’s both unattainable and everything Chad wants?
To their mutual surprise, Hollywood finds Chad and his world fascinating—and much hotter than anything he’s ever experienced. But with a rabidly homophobic father, is Hollywood doomed to die in the closet? Chad won’t accept anything less than a public relationship, no matter how amazing the sex is. Can Hollywood ever accept the man he’s always kept buried deep inside?

Pages or Words: 110,000 words

Categories: Bisexual, M/M Romance, Romance


Excerpt:
Hands gripping his head, Hollywood paced back and forth between Chad and the neighboring building, like a caged lion. “I’m confused. It’s your fault. You and your tight ass. Your tattoos. And don’t get me started on your little twink boyfriend.”
“My boyfriend?” There was no way Chad could follow Hollywood’s leaps of logic.
“Fucking cowboy told me about it. You slept with Blondie. It was that same night with Candy, wasn’t it?”
Chad clenched his jaw. “Sandy.”
“Who the fuck cares?” Hollywood shouted.
“Why are you so upset?” Chad asked. “You’re straight.”
“I don’t know what the fuck I am. You’ve got me watching gay porn. Fantasizing about—” Hollywood gritted his teeth together and rubbed his face with both hands. The sound of his stubble scraping against his palms had Chad’s heartrate shooting up. Even when he was a mess, Hollywood was hot.
“What do you fantasize about?” Chad couldn’t help asking any more than he could help the rasp in his voice.
Hollywood stopped his pacing, hesitated, then advanced on Chad. Each step slow and deliberate. Chad sucked a breath into suddenly deflated lungs. Oh God. He was so fucking turned on. And what kind of slut did that make him? He didn’t know if Hollywood was going to kiss him or beat the shit out of him. All he knew was that he needed to find out.
With rough movements, Hollywood gripped the sides of Chad’s head. “I can’t think of anything except kissing you. Your lips, are they soft or hard? How would your stubble feel against my skin? What do you taste like? It’s driving me crazy.” He stared into Chad’s eyes. “You are driving me crazy.”

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Kristine Cayne's books have won numerous awards and acclaim. Her first book, Deadly Obsession, was an RT Book Reviews Top Pick and won Best Romance in the 2012 eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards. Her second book, Deadly Addiction, won two awards at the 2014 eFestival of Words and 1st place in the INDIE Awards, Romantic Suspense Category (a division of Chanticleer Book Reviews Blue Ribbon Writing Contests).
Her book Under His Command won Best BDSM Romance at the 2012 Sizzling Awards and was a finalist in the 2013 eFestival of Words and 2013 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) Awards, and her book Everything Bared was a finalist in the Erotic category of the I Heart Indie awards.
To learn more about Kristine and her stories, visit her website, www.kristinecayne.com.


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Publisher: Kristine Cayne
Cover Artist: Judi Fennell

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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: On the Outside





Author Name: Louise Lyons

Book Name: On The Outside

Release Date: April 30, 2016
Blurb:
When Craig Ferguson is released from prison after a year’s sentence for fighting, he returns home to his father and brother, and the family business. Throwing himself back into the life he left, with family, work, and women, Craig tries to forget his time on the inside, but there’s one thing he just can’t get out of his mind.
Cell mate, Rocky Kirk, still has six months of his sentence to go, and after a year together in a tiny cell, Craig misses him more than he cares to admit. He does his best to forget, but when Rocky is released, and arrives on Craig’s doorstep, homeless and hurt, everything that happened between them comes flooding back.
Craig’s family takes in Rocky, now known as Kirk, and gives him a home and a job, but he’s reluctant to join in with their partying, and never seems entirely comfortable in their home. A few months later Kirk announces he has to leave, and when Craig presses him for an explanation, Kirk blurts out that his unwanted feelings for his friend are hurting him too much to stay. His admission changes everything, but Craig’s uncertainty, and fears of his father discovering their secret, threatens to ruin anything that could develop between them.


Pages or Words: 34,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance

Excerpt:
I turned away from him, barged past Dad, and took the stairs two at a time. The bathroom door shook in its frame when I kicked it shut behind me. My temper rapidly subsided, and I risked a peek at myself in the mirror above the sink. The color in my face faded, leaving me pale and wild-eyed, breathing hard. What the hell just happened?

I replayed the scene in my head, starting with the almost-kiss between Stuart and Catherine. Was there something between them? Was it really nothing? Was I pissed off because she was supposed to be dating me, or was I actually hurt? I didn't feel hurt. It didn't seem that important anymore. She probably wouldn't want to see me again after my outburst and I wasn't convinced I minded all that much. What the fuck did that say about us? The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was only angry with myself, mostly because when I’d finally got what I wanted, I didn’t want it that much anymore.

"Craig?" A gentle tap came on the door. Kirk.

My rapid heartrate escalated, and I scowled at my reflection. "Leave me alone."

"Come on, that hand needs looking at."

Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bath. "Come in."

Kirk slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just fucking brilliant."

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything."

"You know what I mean. Do you think there's anything going on with her and Stuart?"

"How the fuck should I know? It looked like it, didn't it?" I shrugged and blew my breath out hard. "I don't fucking care anyway."

"I thought you liked her."

"Yeah, well. Maybe I should have stuck with the one-nighters."

"You don't mean that. I thought you wanted a relationship."

"I don't wanna talk about it." I didn’t want to think about it anymore either. My hand stung like a bastard, and I noticed for the first time that blood was dripping all over the tiles under my feet. Before I could move, Kirk grabbed a folded towel, placed it on my knee and laid my hand on it, palm down.

"There's a lot of glass in there."

"You reckon you can get it out?"

"I'll try." He found tweezers and tissues in the bathroom cabinet, and dropped to his knees at my feet. Some of the droplets of blood soaked into his jeans and I grimaced.

"You're getting blood on you."

"It'll wash." He dabbed carefully at the back of my hand, and the tissues turned red. "This looks bad. You might need stitches."

"I'll be all right." I clenched my teeth as he plucked out the first glass splinter and looked around for somewhere to put it. I reached for Dad's can of shaving foam and flipped off the lid. "Put them in there."

Kirk dropped each tiny piece of glass into the lid, and I counted eighteen pieces before Dad spoke from outside the door.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No. Thanks. Kirk's fixing it."

"Right. Good." His feet thudded on the stairs as he returned to the football match.

"I'm missing the match."

Kirk looked up at me and grinned, his brown eyes twinkling. "You'd rather bleed to death than miss the football?"

"Yeah, probably."

"I think I got it all."

"What?"

"The glass. I think I got it all out." I dropped my gaze as he dabbed at the myriad tiny wounds with the wad of tissue. "Does it feel like there's anything still in there?"

"No."

"I think I saw some bandages in the cabinet." Kirk got up and rifled through the cupboard. I stayed where I was until he kneeled down again and placed a dressing on the back of my hand. "Hold that there a minute."

"Were you a paramedic in a previous life?"

"I did a first aid course a few years ago. I can remember most of it." He wrapped a bandage around my hand, binding the dressing in place and making a surprisingly neat job of it. When it was done he stayed where he was, and I realized he was holding my bandaged hand in both of his and stroking my palm with one thumb. A few strands of hair had escaped the knot on the back of his head, and I had a sudden urge to tuck them behind his ear. I held my breath, staring at the top of his bent head. The only sound in the room was his breathing, and the intermittent drip from the bath tap that had needed fixing for a while.

"Thanks." The word came out croaky, my mouth so dry I could barely speak at all.

"No problem." Kirk jerked away, dropping my hand as if it had burnt him. Snatching up the wad of tissues, he tossed them into the toilet, and used the bloody towel to mop the floor. I stayed where I was until he opened the door and left me alone. His bedroom door opened and closed, and I made my way downstairs. I felt less concerned about my likely imminent break-up with Catherine, than I was about the moment in the bathroom.

What the hell happened? Maybe nothing. Maybe something. Did he still think about what happened between us and try not to? Jerk off and try not to remember me fucking him? Did he feel anything when he held my hand and stroked my palm, then jumped away? Jesus Christ. My heart hammered, and this time when I told myself it didn’t mean anything, and that I just kept remembering the person I’d been close to on the inside, it didn’t work.


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Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered FanFiction in her late twenties.

Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.

Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long-distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.


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Publisher: Louise Lyons
Cover Artist: Simon Searle

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