Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #40 (9.3)

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Alone at last, whatever will Marshall and Lee do? Find out in this week's episode of Moving Forward. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #40 (9.3)


“Then maybe you should get naked,” Lee suggested. Moving his hand between them, he palmed  Marshall’s swollen cock. “Looks like someone wants a little attention.”

“You know it,” Marshall moaned.

“Then be ready by the time I get out of the bathroom and you may just get your wish.” Lee winked and headed off. Marshall didn’t waste any time stripping out of his clothes. He set everything carefully aside for later. They’d have to do laundry, at some point. He remembered seeing facilities marked on the map of the ship, one on each level. Something to worry about at another time.

Lee hadn’t told him to do anything but strip, so that’s what he did. If Lee’d wanted him on the bed, he’d have said so. This truth was born out by Lee’s approving nod when he came out of the bathroom.

“Good boy,” he murmured.

Marshall watched Lee’s every move as he removed every article of clothing he wore and stacked it with Marshall’s. When he turned toward Marshall, he noticed Lee was just as hard as he was. Always good to know.

“How’d you like to take the reins tonight?” Lee asked.

Marshall’s eyes widened. Lee was offering to let him top? That didn’t happened very often. Not that he was complaining. He sure wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity of being inside Lee for a change. “Hell yeah,” he blurted out, which produced a smile from Lee. Damn, that man had a beautiful smile.

“Then you decide what position you want me in,” Lee said. “Don’t forget the lube. We packed plenty of it for a reason.”

Indeed they had.

There was no question in Marshall’s mind what position he’d choose. He wanted to be able to look into Lee’s handsome face while he fucked him. Some might consider the missionary position old-fashioned, but Marshall loved it. It provided an intimacy that was lacking in other positions, although these had their points as well, at other times.

But not right now.

“I want you underneath me,” Marshall said, once he’d retrieved a tube from their luggage. “But first I’d like to suck you off.”

“You would, would you?” Lee asked, his hand going to his cock. Marshall reached out and arrested his movement.

“That’s mine tonight,” he said softly. “And yes I would.”

Lee instantly withdrew the offending hand. “All yours,” he agreed. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Marshall knew exactly what he wanted first. “Kiss me,” he instructed Lee, taking the lead. “Kiss me like you’ll never let me go.”

“As you wish.” Lee pulled Marshall into his arms and fused their mouths without hesitation. Marshall loved the familiar taste of Lee, loved the way their mouths fit perfectly together, just as their bodies did. He nudged Lee slightly in the direction of the bed. He understood, breaking the kiss long enough for them to situate themselves. They lay facing one another, pressed as close together as they possibly could before beginning their kiss anew.

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Monday, June 20, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Hector and Steele





Author Name: A.C. Katt

Book Name: Hector and Steele
Series: New Mexico Series
Book: Two
Can be read as a standalone

Release Date: June 21, 2016
Blurb:
FBI Special Agent Steele Adams has been living with Sandoval County Sheriff Hector Gomez for six months. They are occasional bed partners. Then one afternoon Hector gets a call for a domestic dispute that leaves a bad feeling in his stomach. He arrives to find a man, obviously high on meth, waving a gun around, kicking, beating and shooting at a ten-year-old boy lying on the rockscape of the front lawn. The father goes to lock up but when Hector tries to take the boy, his younger brother, Felipe, runs out screaming for Matteo not to leave.
Both children are seriously abused by their cruel, drug addicted parents and Matteo has been taking care of his brother for years. Hector is a certified foster parent and he winds up asking for and receiving both boys into his home. In falling in love with the boys, Hector and Steele realize how much they love each other. Everyone is safe and happy until the Penas’ get out on bail.
Pages or Words: 54,033 words

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

Excerpt:

Hector Gomez answered what he thought to be a domestic violence call. The neighbor who called it in sounded hysterical. As the Sheriff of Sandoval County, he took too many calls for domestic abuse. They usually involved alcohol or drugs but something in his cop’s gut told him this was different. He pulled into the driveway, got out of his Explorer, and saw a wild, glassy-eyed man standing on the rock-strewn lawn, waving a gun, and beating a ten-year-old kid about his body. The man wasn’t drunk, he was high. He had the kid on the ground, kicking him in the ribs, groin, and legs with steel-toed boots. The gun waved threateningly in the child’s face, which the kid tried to protect with waif-thin arms.
The man and the youngster appeared to be of Hispanic origin. The boy had rolled up in a ball in the front of the house, clothed in nothing but holey blue jeans and a thin T-shirt. Although only mid-November, New Mexico was experiencing an early cold snap due to the enormous El Nino build-up in the Pacific. He jumped from his Explorer and quickly shouted at the man to step away.
“I’m going to kill you, you little faggot.” He pulled the trigger as the boy tried to roll away. He fired the gun a second time, barely missing the boy.
Gomez’s backup, Deputy Edwards, fired a warning shot. The man turned to Edwards and pointed the gun. Hector shot the weapon out of his hand. The man fell next to the boy and spit in the kid’s face. After Edwards helped him separate the man from the boy, Hector instructed him to call a bus and the Children, Youth, and Families Department
“Take him to UNM Sandoval. After the medics are through with him, book him and hold him for arraignment on attempted murder, child abuse, child endangerment, resisting arrest, and anything else you can think of to throw at him.”
While waiting for the second bus so the EMTs could take the kid to the hospital, he got a blanket from his trunk and draped it around the boy whose chest heaved with sobs.
“What’s your name, son?” Hector knelt and put his arm around the boy’s shoulders.
“Matteo. Matteo Pena.”
A woman at the storm door shouted obscenities in Spanish, prominently featuring the word maricón, a derogatory term for gay.
Suddenly, a small boy of about five came barreling out of the house and threw himself onto the older boy. “What did he do to you? Are you okay? You can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone with them.” He sobbed as he held on tight to his brother.
“I demand that you let me take my younger son back into the house. Felipe, come.” She grabbed the kicking and screaming child, gave him a casual slap, and dragged him back through the door.
“Matteo, Matteo, please. You can’t leave me here.”
The brother, clearly fearful and still sobbing, raised his face to Hector. “What do I do? She’ll take this out on Felipe, and he isn’t strong enough to handle her or him.”
Hector put his arm around the kid’s shoulder again. “Your father, such as he is, will be in the county lockup, at least for the night. We can figure things out in the morning. I won’t let him hurt your brother.”
“But she will. She isn’t as strong as him, but she’ll use the belt to hurt Felipe for coming out of the house.” The boy’s chest heaved as tears ran down his cheeks unchecked. “Why was I so stupid? Now Felipe is going to get punished, and it’s my fault. They weren’t supposed to be home.”
The kid turned his head toward the little boy still crying at the door. “Felipe, don’t get into trouble. I’ll come get you. I won’t leave you alone for long.”Hector Gomez answered what he thought to be a domestic violence call. The neighbor who called it in sounded hysterical. As the Sheriff of Sandoval County, he took too many calls for domestic abuse. They usually involved alcohol or drugs but something in his cop’s gut told him this was different. He pulled into the driveway, got out of his Explorer, and saw a wild, glassy-eyed man standing on the rock-strewn lawn, waving a gun, and beating a ten-year-old kid about his body. The man wasn’t drunk, he was high. He had the kid on the ground, kicking him in the ribs, groin, and legs with steel-toed boots. The gun waved threateningly in the child’s face, which the kid tried to protect with waif-thin arms.
The man and the youngster appeared to be of Hispanic origin. The boy had rolled up in a ball in the front of the house, clothed in nothing but holey blue jeans and a thin T-shirt. Although only mid-November, New Mexico was experiencing an early cold snap due to the enormous El Nino build-up in the Pacific. He jumped from his Explorer and quickly shouted at the man to step away.
“I’m going to kill you, you little faggot.” He pulled the trigger as the boy tried to roll away. He fired the gun a second time, barely missing the boy.
Gomez’s backup, Deputy Edwards, fired a warning shot. The man turned to Edwards and pointed the gun. Hector shot the weapon out of his hand. The man fell next to the boy and spit in the kid’s face. After Edwards helped him separate the man from the boy, Hector instructed him to call a bus and the Children, Youth, and Families Department
“Take him to UNM Sandoval. After the medics are through with him, book him and hold him for arraignment on attempted murder, child abuse, child endangerment, resisting arrest, and anything else you can think of to throw at him.”
While waiting for the second bus so the EMTs could take the kid to the hospital, he got a blanket from his trunk and draped it around the boy whose chest heaved with sobs.
“What’s your name, son?” Hector knelt and put his arm around the boy’s shoulders.
“Matteo. Matteo Pena.”
A woman at the storm door shouted obscenities in Spanish, prominently featuring the word maricón, a derogatory term for gay.
Suddenly, a small boy of about five came barreling out of the house and threw himself onto the older boy. “What did he do to you? Are you okay? You can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone with them.” He sobbed as he held on tight to his brother.
“I demand that you let me take my younger son back into the house. Felipe, come.” She grabbed the kicking and screaming child, gave him a casual slap, and dragged him back through the door.
“Matteo, Matteo, please. You can’t leave me here.”
The brother, clearly fearful and still sobbing, raised his face to Hector. “What do I do? She’ll take this out on Felipe, and he isn’t strong enough to handle her or him.”
Hector put his arm around the kid’s shoulder again. “Your father, such as he is, will be in the county lockup, at least for the night. We can figure things out in the morning. I won’t let him hurt your brother.”
“But she will. She isn’t as strong as him, but she’ll use the belt to hurt Felipe for coming out of the house.” The boy’s chest heaved as tears ran down his cheeks unchecked. “Why was I so stupid? Now Felipe is going to get punished, and it’s my fault. They weren’t supposed to be home.”
The kid turned his head toward the little boy still crying at the door. “Felipe, don’t get into trouble. I’ll come get you. I won’t leave you alone for long.”

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AC Katt was born in New York City’s Greenwich Village. She remembers sitting at the fountain in Washington Square Park listening to folk music while they passed the hat.  At nine, her parents dragged her to New Jersey where she grew up, married and raised four children and became a voracious reader of romantic fiction. At one time she owned over two thousand novels, until she and her husband took themselves and the cat to New Mexico for their health and its great beauty.
Now, most of AC’s books are electronic (although she still keeps six bookcases of hardcovers), so she never has to give away another book. AC is a late bloomer, however, she claims to have found her niche writing LGBT romance.
She hangs out at ACKatt.com and ackattsjournal.com; where she keeps her blog.  To get snippets of new releases and Works in Progress subscribe to AC Katt’s Kattery by sending an e-mail to mlhansel@gmail.com.

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Twitter: @ackatt
Website: www.ackatt.com


Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Cover Artist: Lex Valentine

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Friday, June 17, 2016

Cover Reveal: Cosmic Inception

Please welcome author Alicia Nordwell, here to reveal the cover to her new novel, Cosmic Inception!



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Publisher:
Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Christine Griffin

Pre-order Release Date: 6/17/2016
Official Release Date: 7/18/2016

Genre: MM Science Fiction
Length: 288 Pages/110k
Rating: Adult/Mature
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Blurb:
Their journey will span the universe and back, but there’s no guarantee they’ll make it together.
Though Nick and Fieo are drawn to each other, their relationship has never been easy. Their differences go beyond their races, but they’ve managed to work together to prevent the spread of corruption, growing closer along the way. Nick still battles the effects of years of loneliness, fear, and pain but surprises everyone when he refuses to stay behind when Fieo is sent on a vital mission to find the Collectors. Fieo objects, but there’s no stopping Nick when he sets his mind to something. Over the course of their mission, it becomes clear Nick is more than anyone ever imagined, but the mystery of his past threatens to derail his future.
The search for the truth will take Fieo and Nick far from Caeorleia, to worlds both familiar and completely alien, and put stress on their already tenuous relationship. It’s a journey that will either tear them apart or finally bring them together.


Excerpt:
Chapter One
“Look at you.” The humid warmth of the garden enveloped and welcomed me. I stroked one finger across the fluffy yellow pod of a waist-high flower. The small strands curled in and then opened back into a wider puff, sending out a glowing powder that drifted high into the night sky. I chuckled. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the small flower was ticklish. I rubbed the pollen off against my shorts, glad I hadn’t tried to smell it. “You haven’t told me about these yet, Jirulm.”
The elderly Caeorleian was mumbling as he plucked clusters of hard orange buds off spindly stalks. I’d picked up the habit of talking to the plants from him, and it wasn’t hard to see why. They were so alive.
I had flowers, and fruit, and vegetables. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d get to live on a planet with wild flora. My schooling and job training had focused on creating new strains of food crops that were grown in chemical vats in the midst of a planet covered in metal and concrete.
Not exactly natural. Or very appetizing, if you knew where they got the basic building blocks for the food. No one had ever questioned it—I hadn’t either, until I’d taken the job with the Federal Food Service Corp after I couldn’t find a job anywhere else. Horrified when I learned the truth, I’d spent a few days unable to choke more than few mouthfuls down at a time, and they rarely stayed down. My mistake had been telling a coworker my plans to reveal everything to the public.
Of course when you’re a prisoner and starving, you tend to ignore the fact your food was grown from cells harvested from composted humans, and you ate it anyway. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.
And I’d begged. A lot. At least five years spent on a spaceship as the experiment of scientists had sucked all hope from me. But then the military scientists’ plans had gone wrong. Ryker and Seral had been sent to the planet in a bid for more information. The doctors assumed the Caeorleians would blame Ryker, one of the hated nelho scum they named the human soldiers waging war on their planet. Instead, something completely unexpected happened. Seral joined in besedad with Ryker, bonding them together.
In a daring attack against the human military, using the nanos they filled Ryker with to spy on the Caeorleians, Seral had brought down the scientists’ enormous ship and spread the reengieeered nanos like a plague to the rest of the fleet. Along they way, they also rescued Dade and me, the only other two survivors of the scientists’ experiments.
And once again, I was wide awake in the middle of the night. The memory of the moments right before rescue came, when I was forced to watch as the human scientists cut the alien woman open, and listen as the sadistic doctors planned to cut my belly open to compare organs, disturbed my sleep almost nightly and left me sweating and shuddering in my bed.
I didn’t mind being awake in the early morning hours all that much. Some of the flowers in my garden only bloomed at night. Besides, I didn’t have much to do, so I could nap during the heat of the day. With a planet this tropical, it made sense for Caeorleians to be seminocturnal. Night was the only time I could count on finding Jirulm, the gardener who taught me about the plants in my garden. Ovrumi suggested I would enjoy gardening when he caught me wandering in the corridors, flinching away from the others passing by.
“It’ll be time to prune those soon, Nicklaus,” Jirulm said. The hum of his voice was low, nearly indistinguishable from the light wind rustling through the plants.
“But they’re just barely blooming.” Sure, flowers indoors brightened up the rather plain walls of the Residence, but all the ones in my suite were potted. I didn’t like to snuff out their already brief lives.
“Good thing, too.” He examined the flowers, pulling at one of the fluffy heads. “When agvarali have absorbed enough energy to glow, the heads detach during the final bloom and migrate along the breeze.”
“Oh, I bet that’s beautiful.” I could just imagine the small glowing fluff balls floating along a soft night wind, though I wasn’t sure if I’d get to see it. Fieo, the stubborn ass, refused to believe I’d be going to find the Collectors with his team, so I had no idea when the departure was planned. I’d assumed sooner rather than later, but maybe I’d still get to see the final bloom—some of the heads were already glowing a faint yellow.
Jirulm snorted. “Beautiful… and dangerous.”
I cocked my head sideways. “What do you mean?” Sometimes getting information out of the old alien was like pulling teeth. But when he did speak, he knew basically everything there was to know about plants on Caeorleia.
“They gather energy, like sampanga trees, but so much in such a small sphere means when they touch something—or something touches them, like a careless finger—they explode.”
I snatched my hand back. “Explode?”
His lips twitched at the corners. It was probably the closest I’d come to seeing a smile on his face. “Oh, not enough to kill you, but you could easily lose a finger in the energy jolt that spreads the seeds. Luckily, these blooms are harmless.”
“That doesn’t sound harmless! Why plant these in a garden if they’re so dangerous?” I couldn’t believe they were actually cultivating the damn things.
“They attract insects to pollinate the other plants.” Jirulm tapped one long stem, and one of the creepy flying bugs crawled out of a waving puffball and flew to another vine a few beds over. “See.”
That was one aspect of gardening I could do without. I did not like bugs. I had nightmares of them crawling inside my ears and laying eggs that would hatch into little buggy babies just dying to burrow into my brain. I backed away from the agvarali. “Well, feel free to prune these while I’m gone.”
Thoughts of going into space again on the mission kept crowding into my mind, disturbing the peace I usually found in my garden. I tried pushing them away and succeeded for a while as Jirulm rambled on. After checking the natural spring fountain in the center of the garden that fed the irrigation lines, he left me alone. There was a small carpet of grass around it, the blades a dull gray in the silver light of the moons. Nighttime lent a certain somber feel to the garden, muting the usually vibrant displays; I sighed as I settled on the grass to stare up at the stars twinkling.
There was a lot of beauty in the darkness.

About the Author
Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find something interesting to read one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started ... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out.
Fortunately for readers, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published!She can be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.
Oh yeah, she's a wife, mom of two, and lives in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!    

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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #39 (9.2)

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, from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

This week, as Denver comes to check on Marshall and Lee, they discuss the situation, and speculate on who did it. See what they think in this week's episode of Moving Forward. Then don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #39 (9.2)


“Worried about us? Why?” Marshall asked in surprise.

“We’re both fine,” Lee assured him. “We just heard that one of the guests was badly injured by someone. Were you afraid the guy who got hurt might be either one of us?”

“I was worried about that, yeah,” Denver admitted. He patted Marshall’s leg, as if to reassure himself he was really fine. Marshall couldn’t help but notice the concern in his expression.

Lee frowned. “Do you have any idea who might have done this?” The unspoken name hung in the air between them.

Denver sighed loudly. “No, not really. But I don’t know where Dustin got to, and dammit,  knowing his temper… and knowing he’s probably upset with you guys… Hell, after what you told me, Lee, I just don’t know what he’s capable of, you know?”

“I know.” Lee’s voice was somber.

“Sorry if I overreacted, I was just afraid… Did you have a good day?”

“We did a little sightseeing ,” Marshall said, “took a tour on an excursion boat.”

“I think I read about that in the ship brochure. Was it fun?” Denver asked.

“It was lots of fun. I should tell you, though, Dustin was there too.”

“Damn, he wasn’t harassing you, was he?” Denver sounded anxious.

“Never came near us,” Lee assured him. “Didn’t you say he was with someone, Marshall?”

“Yeah, he was. Some guy with reddish hair. Kind of like mine.” Until he said the words, he hadn’t realized the guy kind of resembled him, and he couldn’t help but wonder if that was the attraction for Denver. If so, that was just wrong, as well as disturbing. From Lee’s frown, the thought had just crossed his mind too.

“Could be just a coincidence,” Denver suggested.

“It better be,” Lee said, but he didn’t really sound convinced.

“Have you tried calling him?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah, more than once, but he doesn’t answer.” He ran a hand anxiously through his hair. “Maybe I should head to the infirmary to make sure that’s not him down there.”

“Wouldn’t they have called you if it was?” Lee pointed out. “I assume they know who the guy is, and if it was Dustin, they’d know you share a cabin.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. He’s probably hanging out with that guy you saw him with, and being the knucklehead he is, he didn’t think to call me. It probably didn’t occur to him that maybe I’d be worried about him.”

“They looked pretty cozy,” Marshall offered. “They’ve probably forgotten all about everyone else.” Granted, that was immature of Dustin, but that wasn’t surprising at all, was it?

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Denver agreed. “He’s old enough to take care of himself. I warned him when he said he wanted to come along on this cruise that I wasn’t going to be his babysitter or his chaperone, and he was okay with that. I guess he took me at my word.”

“He could still practice common courtesy. You want a drink?” Lee offered. He rose from the bed, moving toward the cart with the bottles.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Marshall?”

Marshall shook his head. He wasn’t really in the mood.

Lee poured bourbon into two glasses, handing one to Denver. Denver bolted it in one quick gulp.

“Thanks, I needed that,” he said, wiping his hand across his mouth. “I think I’m going back to the cabin. You guys got plans for tomorrow?”

“They’ve got this tour of Blackbeard’s Castle,” Marshall said. “We’re going on that, since it’s our last day in port.”

“You’re welcome to join us,” Lee said. “Who knows, maybe Dustin will turn up there too?” His tone was light, but Marshall had the feeling that Lee wasn’t exactly pleased at the prospect of Dustin showing up on another outing. Once might be coincidental, twice not so much. Especially in light of the fact he’d found himself a guy who somewhat resembled Marshall. Sounded like someone might still be obsessed, which was a creepy thought.

“You know, I might just do that. Maybe hang out by the pool after. Have you done that yet?”

“No, and that’s something we’ve been meaning to do,” Lee said. “After walking around the island, that might be a good way to relax before dinner.”

“Sounds good to me,” Marshall said. “Especially if it means seeing you in your new swim suit.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Lee.

“Someone has a one-track mind.” Lee laughed.

“You complaining?”

“Not on your life.” He leaned toward Marshall and they lightly kissed.

Denver rose. “I think that’s my cue to go. No offense fellows, but I’m sure you don’t want an audience anyway.”

Lee got to his feet also. “I’m sure we don’t. Why don’t I text you in the morning and let you know what time we’re going on the tour? We can meet up or something, maybe have breakfast together?”

“I’d like that. ‘Night, guys, see you later.” He exited quickly. Lee picked up the empty glasses and set them on the cart. “Did you want to do any more hot tubbing or anything?”

“Anything sounds good to me,” Marshall purred as he rubbed against Lee suggestively.

to be continued

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Virtual Book Tour: A Bodyguard of Lies

Please welcome author Donna del Oro, here to talk about her new release, A Bodyguard of Lies. Donna will be awarding a copy of A Bodyguard of Lies (a print copy for a US winner or an e copy for an international winner) to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the other stops on Donna's tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post.


A Bodyguard of Lies
by Donna Del Oro

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GENRE: Romantic suspense

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BLURB:

The past and present collide as FBI analyst Jake Bernstein is recruited to go undercover and investigate an elderly American grandmother, currently on a tour of England and Ireland with her granddaughter, who is suspected of WWII war crimes. Jake joins them and runs into complications when his growing attraction to the granddaughter challenges his obligation to remain emotionally detached. As the investigation intensifies, a neo-Nazi group tries to prevent him from learning the truth and achieve justice for all concerned. Danger mounts, and Jake struggles to stay alive long enough to either prove the old woman’s guilt or exonerate her.

Despite Meg Larsen’s mounting passion for the stranger who has joined their tour, she suspects he’s not who he claims to be. When she realizes her grandmother is the target of the man’s investigation, her first instinct is to protect the woman who raised her. Eventually, however, Meg must face the possibility of her grandmother’s lifetime of lies while forced to trust a man who has become both their nemesis and bodyguard.


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Note from the Author:

My new FBI series, INTERNATIONAL RELEASE-JUNE 8th, is the Jake Bernstein FBI series--A BODYGUARD OF LIES, Book One. If you love a genre that's chock full of danger, suspense, crime drama and a heavy dose of sizzling romance, you'll LOVE THIS SERIES! FBI agent Jake Bernstein is my epitome of a hardy, justice-seeking federal officer who combines good looks, a sense of humor and unyielding courage. He knows how to investigate as one of the Bureau's best undercover agents, but he also knows how and when to bend the rules for the sake of true human justice.

The idea for this book, A BODYGUARD OF LIES, struck me when I was tipping a pint with fellow tourists at an Irish pub. There on the wall was an old, WW II photo of Irish dockworkers sharing their pub with German U-boat sailors. That started me wondering about the role that Ireland played during the war, its uneasy relationship with Nazi Germany and the German spies who infiltrated Ireland and England. Lots of research followed, which led me to a contemporary story about an FBI undercover agent who investigates an elderly, naturalized American grandmother, wanted by MI6 for war crimes. Little ol' Mary McCoy Snider, a dangerous WW II Nazi spy who caused the deaths of thousands? Even Agent Jake Bernstein finds that an unbelievable stretch. The granddaughter whom Jake finds himself falling in love with also disbelieves MI6's allegations.

Until his investigation draws him into the middle of a dangerous, secret neo-Nazi group that'll stop at nothing to protect one of their own. And then Jake must choose, the old woman and her lovely granddaughter. Or justice!

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EXCERPT:



“Since when are you courting me?” She sat back on the bed, leaning back on her hands, her elbows cocked. Still in her underwear, her breasts thrusting half out of her bra.

“Since the first time I saw you.” He smiled with irony, admitting to himself that he was lost from the first moment he set eyes on her.

You lovesick fool.

Your career’s about to crash and burn.

What Meg did next surprised even him. Suddenly, she reached up. Her hands seized his hips and pulled him closer to the bed. With alacrity, Jake began stripping off his clothes. Off flew his windbreaker and sweatshirt, followed by a more gingerly unstrapping of his shoulder holster. He laid them on the floor, then untied the waistband of his sweat pants.

He stopped, his hands frozen at his waist. A quickie in this dump? What a memory to leave her...

“Jake Bernstein, are you courting me? Yes or no?” she repeated, her voice dripping with sass.

“Doing a half-ass job of it, but yeah,” he said, smiling.

“Well, let me be the judge of that.”

Her eyes sparkling with humor, she pulled down his trousers and briefs, exposing his huge erection. She scooted back on the bed and shimmied out of her panties at the same time. She glanced at her watch. “C’mon, cowboy, we have only ten minutes!”

No time for recriminations, he thought.

Screw this dump. Screw this case. Screw my career.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Donna is a retired high school English teacher and is finally able to fulfill her dream of writing fiction. She lives in Northern California with her husband and three cats. When she’s not writing novels, she’s singing with the Sacramento Valley Chorus or traveling with her husband. Life is good and she feels very blessed.

Visit her on Facebook or at www.donnadeloro.com
Contact her: donna@donnadeloro.com

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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: How to Draw Cool Stuff

Please welcome author Catherine V. Holmes, who is here to tell us about her new release, How to Draw Cool Stuff. Catherine will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter, and another will receive a print copy of How to Draw Cool Stuff (international). The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find where the other stops on her tour are, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!



HOW TO DRAW COOL STUFF
by Catherine V. Holmes

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GENRE:  Non-Fiction

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BLURB:

How to Draw Cool Stuff: Holidays, Seasons and Events is a step-by-step drawing guide that illustrates popular celebrations, holidays and events for your drawing pleasure. From the Chinese New Year to April Fools' Day, Father's Day to Halloween, Christmas and New Year’s Eve - this book covers over 100 fun days, holidays, seasons and events, and offers simple lessons that will teach you how to draw like a pro and get you in the spirit of whichever season it may be!

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The Book Details:

Inside you will find specific exercises that offer step-by-step guidelines for drawing a variety of subjects. Each lesson starts with an easy-to-draw shape that will become the basic structure of the drawing. From there, each step adds elements to that structure, allowing the artist to build on their creation and make a more detailed image.

Each art project comes with a chart including information that the artist should be able to KNOW (facts, basic skills), UNDERSTAND (big ideas, concepts, essential questions), and therefore be able to DO (final assessment, performance, measurements of objectives) by the end of the lesson.

This additional information gives these pages more power than just 'art for art's sake' - not that you need it - because art is important enough on its own! Artists are learning about themselves as expressive souls through the process of creating beautiful and interesting work.

The best part is, this is stuff that artists want to draw.

Information for Teachers using this Book:

Teachers can feel confident that they are using instructional time in ways that make a difference for their students when using this guide. Each lesson includes easy-to-follow instruction where the whole process is viewed through a sequence of detailed illustrations that can be linked to historical connections, your curriculum learning standards or adapted into an arts integration lesson. You decide how intense to make each project.

The projects can be differentiated to respond to students' diverse learning styles through a mixture of visuals and text.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Catherine V. Holmes is an art/ELA teacher and visual artist from historical Plymouth, Massachusetts. She studied at Boston University and at Bridgewater State College where she earned her BFA and MA in ED. She is currently working towards her second Master's from the University of Scranton. Catherine Holmes specializes in portraits, architecture and illustrations. Her art is inspired by her feelings, ideas, and experiences, whether they are found in nature, the media or in man-made structures. Catherine is also heavily influenced by the interests and suggestions of her students. "To see success through their eyes inspires me to be a better teacher and creator of art."

Links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/drawcoolstuff
Website: www.HowToDrawCoolStuff.com
Amazon Link:  http://www.amazon.com/How-Draw-Cool-Stuff-Holidays/dp/0692661980
Series Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/bookseries/B00UNEFTYU




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