Friday, July 1, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: A King and a Pawn





Author Name: Liv Olteano

Book Name: A King and a Pawn

Series: Leader Murders

Release Date: June 17, 2016
Blurb:

Bert Cooper’s life used to be great, until his sister turned out to be a traitor. Now Bert feels the whole pack looks on him with doubt and suspicion. To prove his loyalty, he volunteers to be the first ambassador at Fey Court, gathering information to finally solve the Leader Murders and punish those plotting against the Council and community. At least, that was the plan….
When Bert meets Sir William Matthew Sims, Court Interrogator, and one hell of a sexy man, life becomes a balancing act. And when the Fey King is assassinated, things become really messy.
Pack politics, fey politics, treason, suspicions of treason…. Bert has to choose between being ruled by his fears or standing up for what—and who—he believes in. And it might just break his heart.

Pages or Words: 234 pages, 82,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Mystery, Parnormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy, Wolf Shifters

Excerpt from A King and a Pawn by Liv Olteano:

“Would you take me in as a trophy, Bert?” he asked, smiling oddly, a sort of indulgent look in his eyes.
I wasn’t going to outsmart him, that was for sure. Luckily I didn’t think I had to.
“I wouldn’t be taking you in at all. You and your kids would simply accompany me. I’m sure you can find something of value to offer me so I’ll be willing to go that way. And then you’d find something of value to offer Weiss and the Council to give you guys, say, political asylum?”
“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”
I shrugged. “I’m sure you did. I don’t think you’re a fool, Will. I’m sure you’re not, in fact. So I’m giving you the courtesy of not treating you as one. A courtesy I hope you’ll give me too.”
“Implying that I have not so far?” he asked, stepping toward me again.
My pulse spiked. “I wasn’t implying that at all.”
We were face-to-face, a step apart at most. My mind stuttered over the few stray thoughts I managed to recognize. It was unusual someone’s presence would affect me this much, this soon. Was he that special? Was our chemistry that special? Or was he using some sort of spell on me? I didn’t think that was beneath him. Magic wasn’t beneath any magic-wielding fey, just like changing into a wolf wasn’t beneath me as werewolf. It was a natural part of who we were. I just wasn’t that used to his natural part, and the very idea made me smile.
“What could I offer you that you’d like to have?” he asked as his breath touched my face with every word he uttered.
“Oh, I could think of several things,” I replied.
He leaned toward me. His lips brushed against mine now when he spoke. “I could think of several things I’d like to offer you as well.”
I gulped. Shit, I couldn’t think with my dick. Not now at least. I so wanted to. It would be so easy to whisper it sweetly: “Fuck my brains out and I’ll be on your side.” But I wasn’t here for shits and giggles, so I couldn’t. There was no reason I couldn’t hope I’d get a fuck out of the situation somewhere down the line. The more time we spent together, the better chance of that happening. That was pretty solid motivation to spin things in a way that would benefit us all in the end. There. I wasn’t doing this for my selfish fuck-greedy self but for the greater good. I was a fucking humanitarian, feyitarian, whateveritarian.
“I’ll only ask for one small thing for myself,” I whispered softly.
He brushed his lips against mine. The touch sent little fiery thrills down my nerve endings, from the skin of my lips right to the pulsing muscle of my heart. I felt his breath hitch at the contact, and the idea it might affect him almost as much as it was affecting me sent a shiver down my spine. We could have been faking it, both of us. This was a negotiation of sorts, and now was the time to bring on our top game. But I felt it in my gut that this connection was real, that it wasn’t bullshit for either one of us. I just knew it in the pit of my stomach. I wondered if he knew it too, as clearly as I did right in that instant.
His scent didn’t assault my senses since he’d been hanging out in my personal space for a while now. My senses were bathed in his scent already. But I could feel the pounding of his heart as I deepened the kiss; I could feel his muscles clench and unwind with sensual tension while my body sang with it. Fuck me sideways, I wanted him right now. I wanted him so bad it almost gutted me. The feel of him languidly moving his tongue against mine made my blood turn into liquid fire, scalding my insides and bringing up my body temperature to heights I didn’t think I’d felt before after just kissing. Everything in my body screamed, This. This is it. This is what you’ve been waiting for, for so fucking long!
“What do you want?” he asked after he pulled back, his forehead leaning against mine.
Fuck, fuck it, fuck! “I want all the information you can get from the Archives on a certain topic.”





Meet the author:

Liv Olteano is a voracious reader, music lover, and coffee addict extraordinaire. And occasional geek. Okay, more than occasional.

She believes stories are the best kind of magic there is. And life would be horrible without magic. Her hobbies include losing herself in the minds and souls of characters, giving up countless nights of sleep to get to know said characters, and trying to introduce them to the world. Sometimes they appreciate her efforts. The process would probably go quicker if they’d bring her a cup of coffee now and then when stopping by. Characters—what can you do, right?

Liv has a penchant for quirky stories and is a reverent lover of diversity. She can be found loitering around the Internet at odd hours and being generally awkward and goofy at all times.


Where to find the author:


Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG

Tour Dates & Stops:
30-Jun

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Thursday, June 30, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Daniel & Erik's Super Fab Ultimate Wedding Checklist





Author Name: K.E. Belledonne

Book Name: Daniel & Erik’s Super Fab Ultimate Wedding Checklist

Release Date: June 23, 2016
Blurb:

When Daniel gets caught up in the demands of a cheeky wedding planning app, his fiancĂ© Erik grows frustrated with his preoccupation with adhering to heterosexual traditions. Will Daniel’s groomzilla ways give them the wedding of their dreams, or ultimately lead to their relationship’s demise?

Pages or Words: 53,000 words, 188 pages

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance, Rom Com

Excerpt:
“I think Aurora is disappointed in me.”
“What?” Erik rubbed at his eye. It wasn’t even early morning, judging by the weak light coming through the blinds from the streetlights. “Who?”
“Aurora. The wedding planning app.” Daniel lay on his back, wide awake and staring up at the ceiling.
“The wedding planning app is not a sentient being. It has no feelings or opinions.”
“I feel like she's judging me. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
“Oh my god, go to sleep.”
“I can't. I'm never going to sleep ever again.” Daniel tugged the blanket higher up his chest, folding his arms over it and exhaling heavily.
“You're being dramatic.”
“I've got too many things buzzing in my head. There's too many things I'm going to forget to do.”
“I thought that's why you had that damn app, so you don't have to remember anything; it's all right there saved on your tablet.”
“Yes, but I have to remember to put everything in it. Daniel rolled over. She doesn't just know everything—”
“A: She is not a she. It is an it. B: What are we doing tomorrow?”
“Oh my god, what is the point of sharing the app calendar if you're never going to look at it?” Daniel wailed.
“I look at it. It's just crammed so full of everything that I have no idea what's going on when.”
Daniel blew out his breath. ”Look, I know you don’t like the calendar. We’ve been over that, but I don’t know how else to keep track of all of these appointments and deadlines.”
“I told you, we could color-code them, or something,” Erik rolled to his side and punched at his pillow.
“Aurora doesn’t give you that option.”
“Well, it should.”
“I agree, but there’s nothing I can do about that.” Daniel bunched his pillow up under his head. “Tomorrow, we have four appointments to meet with caterers: two in the morning, two in the afternoon.”
“Why so many in one day?”
“It's the only day we both have available this week, and I am not going to make any decisions about the food at our reception without you there to discuss it.”
“Seriously, you could just make a choice, and I'll live with it.” Erik rolled over.
“I don't want you to just 'live with it,' Erik. Daniel tried to keep his voice neutral, but failed. This is our wedding. I don't want you to just 'live with it.’”
“Why are you getting so worked up about it?”
“We only get one chance at this. Everything needs to be perfect.”
“You're going to drive us both crazy, you know that, right?” Erik tugged the blankets back up over his shoulder.
“Well, then, we'll both be crazy.” Daniel squinted up at the ceiling. He was so tired of making these decisions. Why were there so many options? Why were there so many decisions? The planning was getting on Erik's nerves; he was getting on Erik's nerves. Erik was getting on his nerves. They were both just a pile of irritated nerves because the to-do list didn’t seem to be getting any smaller.
Daniel’s phone chimed with another notification from Aurora.
New Private Message from: MommyMargie.
His mother probably had another ludicrous suggestion for the reception, or a passive-aggressive reminder of the hymn that she and his father had had played at their wedding, that their grandparents had had played at their wedding and that she expected to hear at his wedding. Or maybe his parents had decided to paint the living room green. Who knew?


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Meet the author:

K. E. Belledonne is a writer, editor and translator. A native New Englander, Kat spends her spare time listening to Glenn Miller records, reading history books and cheering on her beloved Red Sox. Her first novel, Right Here Waiting, was published by Interlude Press in 2015.

Where to find the author:



Publisher: Interlude Press
Cover Artist: C.B. Messer

Tour Dates & Stops:
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Virtual Book Tour: 26 Hours in Paris

Please welcome author Demi Alex, who is here to tell us aout her new release, 26 Hours in Paris. Demi will be awarding a digital copy of 26 Hours in Paris to a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the other stops on her tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!



26 Hours in Paris
by Demi Alex

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GENRE:  Erotic Romance

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BLURB:

One day to see the sights.

One night to change your life. .
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Magazine writer Kathryn Taylor is traveling from New York to Paris for work. But the flirtatious Frenchman she left long ago is waiting at the airport--and he wants to play. . .

No one can guide Kat through the sensual city's delights like Marko Renard. He let her get away once, and now he's determined to make her stay--even if he has to tie her down. He will wrap her in cashmere, tease her tongue with chocolate, and take her to the peak of the Eiffel Tower . . . But can he convince the bohemian beauty she belongs with him, in his luxuriously decadent world? In business, he's the master--but it's Kat's body and soul he truly longs to rule. He has just enough time to show her the pleasures of the boulevards, the boulangeries--and the bedroom. To finally get her to just say oui, he'll have to seize the day--and the night. . .


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EXCERPT:




“You calling him?” Justin stepped out of his office and sidled up behind her. A woman couldn’t have a moment with her own thoughts in her own office when she worked with three of her best friends. Paul’s Justin, her Justin, with all his mathematical genius, was City Wing’s accounting department.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” she replied, pretending she was too absorbed in the printouts about the Eiffel Tower to give the question more merit, “this is about work. I need to prove that people find love in Paris, not recapture a lost possibility. I’ve worked my ass off to get to where I am. I’m not screwing it up by spinning my wheels over something, someone, that’s never going to happen.”

“Right. If that’s how you really feel, you need to get laid by a real man and let the overseas god go. Your man from the past is the reason nobody else is enough for you. You know you’re measuring these poor guys against a dream guy. Let him go, or invite him back.”

“Past,” Kathryn said, regret swelling in her chest. “It didn’t work then. It’s not going to work now.”

“He emailed you—”

“Stop, Justin. This isn’t about me and Marko. It really isn’t. Plus, we’re just friends.” It didn’t matter how she felt, because she knew she loved him, had always loved him, and would probably always love him. What mattered was that there was an ocean between them. “We’ve always been friends and will always be friends.”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Demi Alex writes steamy romances, blending emotional fulfillments of the heart and carnal desires in her work. Born in Athens, Greece, and raised in her own version of a big fat Greek life in New York, Demi was infected with book and travel bugs early, and currently admits the only therapy for this condition is to combine the two in fictional stories that allow her characters to let loose and experience all they crave. She attended SUNY at Stony Brook, and after changing her major numerous times, graduated with a degree in Public Policy and International Studies. Her characters are loosely based on people she encounters while she travels or during the time she spends matching homes to owners as a Realtor. She simply has a passion for matchmaking that can’t be put to rest.




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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #41 (9.4)

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

This week, more lovemaking from Marshall and Lee, as the cruise continues. See what they're up to in Moving Forward! Then don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Moving Forward #41 (9.4)


Kissing was more than a preamble—it was something special in itself. They’d spent three long years doing nothing else, when Marshall was too young for lovemaking. So kissing had become the expression of their love, and even now, Marshall savored the feel of Lee’s mouth on his.

As they kissed, they pressed their bodies together, rubbing against one another, bringing each other from a slow simmer just until they reached the boiling point, then starting all over again.  Marshall rolled Lee onto his back, straddling him without breaking their kiss.

He continued to rub against Lee suggestively, Lee’s moans vibrating through their joined lips. Seeing Lee like this—spread out beneath him, and obviously turned on by what they were doing—only served to heighten Marshall’s own pleasure.

Coming up for air, he reached for the tube of lube as he caught his breath. He wanted to stretch Lee before he entered him. Lee had never bottomed before Marshall, so he was still new to this and damn tight. Marshall would never take a chance on hurting him. They’d found a tropical scented lube online, which seemed fitting considering where they were. Marshall flicked the cap open and squeezed some on the fingers of his right hand.

He slid back a little, into the space between Lee’s legs. Lee gently stroked Marshall’s cheek.
“You know you’re goddamn sexy?” he said.

Marshall warmed at his words. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you. Spread your legs a little more, willya?” Lee obeyed without question and Marshall inserted one finger cautiously. Damn, Lee was even tighter than he remembered, and he felt like warm velvet around Marshall’s finger as he slid it inside.

“More,” Lee said. “I can take it.”

Marshall added a second finger, scissoring both fingers to relax Lee’s guardian muscle. Lee gave no indication of discomfort, so Marshall pressed farther until he found what he was looking for, touching the small bundle of nerves.

“Goddamn,” Lee moaned. “That’s it. Right there.”

Marshall continued to touch Lee’s prostate, producing more and louder moans, as Lee’s swollen cock began to leak pre-cum. He loved the expression on Lee’s face, the pure enjoyment he displayed, and he loved knowing he was responsible for that look.

Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and poured out more lube, readying his own cock, flush with desire, to enter Lee.

“You want me to move or stay right here?” Lee asked.

“I want you right there,” Marshall said, “so I can look at your face while I make love to you.” He locked his eyes onto Lee’s beautiful blue eyes, dark with lust. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, and Lee gave no argument, doing everything he was told, as Marshall entered him in one smooth thrust. Lee gasped and Marshall stilled.

“No, don’t stop,” Lee insisted. “It’s good.”

Marshall continued, taking it slow, until he was fully sheathed inside of Lee. This was perfection. This was complete and utter bliss. And judging by the look on Lee’s face, he thought so too. He never felt as close to Lee as moments such as this, when they were physically united. Marshall wished this moment could last forever.

He leaned in and kissed Lee softly. “I love you,” he whispered, “so much.”

“Love you too,” Lee responded, “very much.”  His breath was warm on Marshall’s lips. He nipped at Marshall’s lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Marshall fisted his hands in Lee’s hands and held him tightly. Lee’s tongue licked  the spot where he’d nipped, and then he meshed their mouths together with a growing urgency, fanning the flames of desire once more.

Marshall pulled out then pushed back in again, hard, knowing that was just how Lee liked it. Belatedly, he remembered he’d intended to suck Lee off. He’d gotten too excited at the idea of being inside of Lee to remember.  Next time, he vowed. He wrapped his hand around Lee’s cock, and began to pump it. He didn’t hear Lee complaining that he’d forgotten anything.

Lee’s moans became deeper, more urgent, and Marshall knew he was close. He fisted him harder, even as he allowed Lee’s tongue entrance into his mouth, the two tongues tangling slickly. He felt’s Lee’s release, felt his cock spasm inside his fist, as he came long and hard. Marshall continued to thrust inside of him, knowing he couldn’t last much longer. Sure enough, a few more pushes and he fell over the edge, filling Lee until he had nothing left to give.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, breathing hard, arms wrapped about one another as they rode their mutual high.

“That… was… incredible,” Marshall said.

“It was,” Lee agreed. “You’re getting pretty damn good at that. You should do that more often.’

Marshall basked in Lee’s praise. He liked the sound of that, liked the way it made him feel as Lee’s partner—his equal.

“Want to take a quick shower and hit the hay?” Lee asked. “Got a big day again tomorrow. Then on to the next island.”

“Sounds perfect.”

They didn’t move right away, content to hold each other. The shower would be there when they got there.

to be continued

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