Thursday, July 21, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Endings and Beginnings

Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

Book Name: Endings and Beginnings
Series: Collars & Cuffs
Book: Eight
This is the final book in the series, which should be read from Beginning to End. ;) (See what we did there?)

Release Date: July 18, 2016
In all his relationships, Darren Fielding never found the level of intimacy he witnessed between Thomas Williams and his sub, Peter, the day of Peter’s “rebirth.” Not only that, he never realized such intimacy was possible. For two years, Thomas’s business card has been burning a hole in his wallet. When Darren’s lover moves on, maybe it’s finally time to see where that card takes him.
Collars & Cuffs’s new barman, JJ Taylor, is really conflicted right now. He went to the club with a very specific purpose, already convinced of what he’d find there. Except it’s not what he expected at all. He certainly didn’t anticipate finding himself drawn to the new wannabe Dom. Nor could he have guessed the direction that attraction would lead him.
Old love, new love, vows, pain, rage, moving in, moving on…. The members of Collars & Cuffs face an event that touches some of them deeply, but it will only reinforce what they already know: together they are stronger, and some bonds cannot be broken.

Pages or Words: 121,429

Categories: Contemporary, BDSM, Fiction, M/M Romance

“Honey, I’m home.”
Alex laughed and came out of the kitchen to greet his husband. “We’ve talked about this, right? You do not walk into this apartment and talk to me like I’m the little wife.”
Leo kissed him soundly on the cheek. “Aw, but you’d look great in an apron, holding a glass of beer out for your weary, hard-working hubby.” He smirked. “And besides, no one in their right mind would call you little.”
Alex quirked his eyebrows. “One, you don’t drink beer, which is why there’s a glass of chilled chardonnay on the living room table, waiting for you. Two, excuse me—weary? Hard-working? You’ve been standing around in leather chaps and a harness, watching while guys do all manner of things to each other, which probably included a lot of fucking, because, hey, it’s Saturday night, right?”
Leo sighed happily. “What can I say? I love my job.”

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Meet K.C. Wells:

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter…. 
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.  
And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer…. 

Where to find K.C. Wells:
Twitter: @K_C_Wells

Meet Parker Williams (or at least his voices):

Good day! We are the voices that live inside Will’s head. The ones who whisper to him constantly, beckoning him to speak of our adventures, to tell of our love, and perhaps, if we’re in a mood, kill a person or two.

We guide his hand as he tells our tales where love is the most powerful force, but must be worked for, molded, and finally, embraced. There can be no shortcuts or substitutions on the path to a happily ever after.

We hope you will join with us as Will fulfills his obligation to ensure our stories are told and, we hope, enjoyed.

Where to find Parker Williams:

Connect with Parker on: Twitter: @ParkerWAuthor
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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #44 (10.3)

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 bring you our finest flash fiction every Wednesday, from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Marshall runs into Dustin unexpectedly in this week's episode of Moving Forward. Will this end badly for one of them? Find out! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Moving Forward #44 (10.3)

A moment of silence passed as they stood there, staring at each other. Marshall broke the standoff first, but as he attempted to go around Dustin, the other man stepped into his path.

“Marshall, wait a minute…”

“What do you want, Dustin?” Marshall asked warily. It wasn’t in his nature to be deliberately rude—Lee had raised him better than that—but these were extenuating circumstances. He knew Lee would understand.

Actually, if Lee had any inkling Dustin was here with Marshall, he’d come down so fast it would make Dustin’s head spin.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” His gaze raked up and down Marshall, but not in a predatory way. He seemed to be concerned, although why that might be, Marshall had no clue. And he didn’t really care. He just wanted to be left alone.

“Well, you can see I’m just fine. Now if you’ll just get out of my way.” Marshall arched a brow at him when Dustin didn’t move. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble? You looking for more? You’re just lucky Lee doesn’t know you’re here, but if you don’t let me leave, he’ll find out, trust me, and I don’t think you want that, do you?”

“God no.” Dustin groaned. “I already know he hates me, and I figure you do too. I was just worried about you, that’s all. Believe me or not, whatever you like.” He stepped away from Marshall and leaned against the wall, eyes focused on the floor. “Go on, then. Run back to Lee.”

Marshall was more than ready to get away from Dustin, but something about the other man’s tone of voice, the look of despair on his face, drew him back. He hesitated in the doorway, glancing back at Dustin.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. “What’s going on?”

“Did you hear about the passenger who got beat up really bad?” Dustin asked, never looking up as if something on the floor was utterly fascinating.

“Yeah, we did. Did you have something to do with that?” Marshall asked bluntly.

“I guess you could say that.” Dustin sighed, raising his eyes to meet Marshall’s. “I didn’t do it, if that’s what you’re thinking. I never touched the guy. But I know who did, and it was because of me.”

“I don’t understand. Because of you? What do you mean? Did you tell the ship’s security people who did it?”

“No, I haven’t told anyone but you. I’ve been hiding,” Dustin admitted. “I’m afraid he might try to hurt me too.”

Just then Marshall’s phone vibrated with an incoming text. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know who that was from. He opened the phone and read the message.

You still down there?

“That him?” Dustin asked.

Marshall nodded. “Maybe you should go before he decides to come down here,” he suggested.

“I’m tired of hiding,” Dustin said wearily. “Let’s just get it over with. I didn’t do anything, not that you guys will believe me.”

Be right there, Marshall texted back, then put his phone back in his pocket.

“You should probably let Denver know what’s going on—” Marshall began, but he was interrupted by a newcomer. Marshall recognized him as the man he’d seen with Dustin on the excursion boat. The one he’d been playing kissy face with. Guess Dustin was in good hands now.

He started to step into the hallway, but the man blocked his path. He looked back at Dustin. His eyes were wide with fear.  Shit, this couldn’t be good.

“So you finally got your way, you got him to yourself,” the man said in a deceptively soft voice. “Are you happy now, Dustin?” He pushed Marshall back into the laundry area. He fell against Dustin, who braced him before he could hit the floor.

“It’s not what you think, Cody,” Dustin said.

“It’s not? Looks straightforward to me,” Cody sneered. “You wanted him, you got him.” He took a menacing step forward. Dustin quickly pulled Marshall behind him.

“Leave him alone, he has nothing to do with this. Neither did that guy you beat up. This is between us.”

“What us? You used me and told me you weren’t interested any more. I’m not stupid. I saw the way you were looking at pretty boy here when you were out with me. You’re nothing but a two-timing whore.” He lashed out, slapping Dustin on the cheek, hard. Dustin took a step backward, but Marshall returned the favor and kept him from falling.

“Hey, you have no right to hit him. Why don’t you just go the fuck away?” Marshall said belligerently.

“Protecting your sweetie? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, so you can fuck him in private, away from your Sugar Daddy. I bet he’d like to know what you’re up to behind his back. Man old enough to be your father, naturally you have a young guy on the side for extra cock. You’re both whores. And you’re both going to pay for that. Like I made that other guy pay.”

Without warning, he pushed against Dustin, knocking both him and Marshall off their feet.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #43 (10.2)

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 bring you our finest flash fiction every week, from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Another cruise day for Marshall and Lee, and discussions of maybe getting a hot tub when they get home. Can anything spoil such a perfect trip? Read Moving Forward and find out! Don't forget to see what our other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Moving Forward #43 (10.2)

Moments later, Denver texted to say he’d be late getting to the pool, but he’d meet them up there. That settled it, as far as Marshall was concerned.

“I’m going to take out stuff down now and get it out of the way,” he said. “That way, we don’t have to worry about it later, and if we’re having fun, it’s not hanging over our heads. I don’t want to worry about having a few drinks because I need to do the laundry, you know?”

Lee couldn’t argue with that logic, but he didn’t seem happy about it nonetheless. “All right, but just drop it off and come right back,” he said.

“I will,” Marshall promised.

“Got change for soap powder and fabric softener?”

Marshall jingled the coins in his pocket. “Yep, got plenty. Also got my key card and my phone,” he added, to forestall any other questions Lee might have. He knew Lee worried, and with reason, but he was a big boy, and he wasn’t going that far.

Marshall hefted the bag which contained their dirty clothes. “Feel like doing some more hot tubbing tonight?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” Lee replied without hesitation. “You really like that, don’t you?”

“What’s not to like? Hot water and you naked.” Marshall grinned. “Want to take advantage of that while we can, you know.”

“I agree,” Lee said. “Maybe we should look into getting one of our own when we get home?”

That would be something, wouldn’t it? With the weather as nice as it was, they could probably use it most of the year, if they didn’t want to enclose it.

“If they’re not too expensive, hell yeah.” He had a feeling if he really wanted one, Lee’d get it for him. Roy’d probably appreciate it too.

“Be back in a few, assuming there’s any room to do ours,” Marshall said. “For all we know, maybe everyone else had the same idea. I can’t wait to try out the pool. I hope there’s room to actually do some swimming. I’d like to do more than get my toes wet.”

Lee grinned. “Depends on how many guys are up there to swim, and how many just want to show off what they have in a swim suit and see who they can pick up.”

“I’m glad I don’t have that problem.” Marshall leaned in to Lee and kissed him. “I have everything I need right here.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Lee lightly swatted Marshall’s ass. “Go on now, I’ll feel better about this when you get back here.”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Marshall assured him. One more kiss and he was out the door. He heard it lock securely behind him. He stopped to remember where he’d seen the laundry area, then remembered it was marked on the wall. When in doubt, read. Duh.

It was a little farther than he thought, but still not too far. It was a brightly lit room, not too claustrophic, and it held seven washers and seven dryers, plus tables for folding, and a few chairs. A few of the washers were in use, but he only needed one between the two of them, so that was perfect.

Marshall looked around the room and found the dispenser. He pushed a few coins in and got a small package of detergent in return.  He carried his laundry bag to the nearest empty washer and studied the instructions. Not exactly brain surgery. He added the detergent, then the clothes, than started it. According to the digital timer, it would take 27 minutes. He made a mental note to return then.

No sense in hanging around here. He could go back to the cabin and wait down there a lot more comfortably then sitting here. Besides which, if he stayed more than a few minutes, Lee’d be down here looking for him and he knew it.

He heard someone enter the room. Time for him to get going. He started to move past the newcomer, but was dismayed by the sight of a familiar face.


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Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #42 (10.1)

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.

In Moving Forward, the boys head back to the island for a little sightseeing, along with Denver and Roger and Kenny. Lee is uneasy that they haven't caught the guy who beat up one of the passengers, so he's being a little cautious. See what happens in this week's episode. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Moving Forward #42 (10.1)

While Marshall thought the house tour was pretty interesting, it was the exploration of Blackbeard’s castle that was the highlight of their trip to the island. Originally, Skytsbord Tower had been a Danish military tower in the 17th century.  Blackbeard had used it to keep an eye out for authorities who might try to sneak up on him and his crew and capture them, as well as other pirates who sought to steal the treasure he’d worked to amass.

Denver had joined them for the tour—there was no sign of Dustin, and no one brought up his name. The three of them stood at the top of the tower, looking out over the parapet and enjoying the spectacular view of the harbor and all the vessels anchored there.  Marshall imagined what it must have been like to be a pirate back in the day—traveling around the world, seeing the most amazing sights and meetings unusual people,  matching wits with the navy, free to do as he pleased. Sounded like a great life to him. He’d read somewhere that the pirates were more understanding of men who enjoyed the company of other men—long sea voyages far from the company of women made for interesting bedfellows, and sexuality became as much a matter of convenience as anything.

What happened on the ship stayed on the ship. Nobody needed to know.

After they finished with the tower itself, they caught up with Roger and Kenny, and the five men toured the historical manors together. The houses were beautiful, and filled with some amazing things, including a number of sculptures of pirates done in copper and bronze.  A lot of the furniture was hand-made from West Indian mahogany. The people in the area seemed to have a fondness for fountains, as well as cobbled terraces and lush tropical gardens. What a beautiful place to live. At the end of the trip, they passed through the shopping district on the main street. There they picked up some souvenirs, including a few things for Roy, then had lunch at one of the local restaurants before heading back to the ship.

Separating at the elevator, Denver said he’d meet them at the pool in a half hour or so. Roger and Kenny said they’d be up a little later than that, exchanging knowing looks. Marshall had to keep himself from laughing. He understood exactly what would be holding them up, and he could relate to their desire to be alone.

He and Lee carried everything into their suite and put it up, before getting out clean swim suits.

“Still need to do the laundry,” Marshall said. “At least there’s one on our floor. I can do that after we go swimming. Should be plenty of time before dinner.”

“I’ll come with you,” Lee began, but Marshall laughed and shook his head.

“I can manage. I’ll probably just see if I can drop it off and come back for it. No need for us both to sit there, probably.”

“Maybe.” Lee didn’t sound as sure as Marshall did. “But if you think you’re going to have to sit down there, call me and I’ll come down. I don’t want you to be alone, even that close, any longer than I can help.”

Marshall nodded. He knew what Lee meant. Whoever had beaten up one of the passengers was still at large, as far as they knew. They couldn’t afford to be anything but cautious. Not to mention, they had no idea where Dustin was. Marshall wasn’t sure he thought Dustin guilty of what happened, but he couldn’t absolutely swear he’d had nothing to do with it, either.

to be continued

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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

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.

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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG

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