Virtual Book Tour: Paranormal Bar & Grill Tour

Please welcome these authors, who are here to tell us about their spooky Halloween tales! They will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning.To find out where the other stops on the tour are, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!

Paranormal Bar & Grill Tour

Will O’ the Wisp

by Craig Boyack

A Thousand Yesteryears

by Mae Clair

Vampire Island

by Sandra Cox

The Glade

by Harmony Kent

Love Set in Stone

by Staci Troilo

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GENRE: Paranormal

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BLURB:

October starts out warm and sunny, but this is the month when everything changes. Mornings grow frosty, leaves change colors, and the breeze takes on a bite.

Summer dies.

It’s a time for harvest celebrations. A boy loans a girl his coat. She snuggles a little closer and takes his hand. A riot of autumn splendor accompanies the farmer’s market where they stroll.

But the vibrancy of daylight doesn’t compare to the darkness of night. Is that chill on your neck the breeze or something else?

October night

You walk a tad faster and look over your shoulder. The trees creak when the wind whips through their branches—at least, you hope that noise came from the undulating bows.

You check under the bed and inside the closet before climbing under the covers. Sleep doesn’t come easy. The old house groans its complaints, and the night magnifies every innocuous noise until terror paralyzes you—because you know nefarious things go bump in the night.

Welcome to the

Paranormal Bar & Grille Blog Tour

…where you can rub elbows with everyone from a gargoyle or vampire, to a creature from urban legend, or the ghostly realms of myth. Step up to the bar, grab a booth. You never know what’s on the menu, or if you might end up there yourself.

Sound like your kind of hangout? Then you’ve come to the right place. We’re a group of five authors who love nothing more than to trigger the chill that crawls up your back, the nervous glance tossed over your shoulder. We invite you to discover outstanding books and check out our awesome tour prizes.

Just be careful of what the bartender serves you. That heady brew may not be a beer, and witches can’t be trusted to provide effective antidotes.

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EXCERPT:

Vampire Island

My name is Zoe Tempest. Just let me say, I had no intention of becoming a vampire hunter. My world revolved around the trendiest clothes, the boy of the week and shopping.

My life was as close to perfect as a seventeen year old can get. I had everything. Then my parents were murdered and my world came crashing down.

After their funeral, I went to live with my uncle Julian Kilmer. That’s when everything changed. In a manner more terrifying than anything I could have imagined.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author Bios

Craig Boyack

Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.

Craig came to fiction writing later in life than most authors. He always had to write, to one degree or another as part of various jobs. Early one winter morning, he conquered the Internet and didn’t feel like shoveling the sidewalk until the

sun came up. He tried a few pages of fiction and got hooked.

Craig doesn’t like limitations and calls himself a writer of speculative fiction. It’s a broad field, but he limits himself to science fiction, paranormal, and a bit of fantasy.

He has eight published works—six novels and two collections of short stories.

You can find him at the following locations:

Amazon Author Page  https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00ILXBXUY

| His blog: Entertaining Stories  https://coldhandboyack.wordpress.com/

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ColdhandBoyack

| Twitter https://twitter.com/Virgilante

Goodreads  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9841203.C_S_Boyack

Mae Clair

Mystery & Suspense…with a dash of Myth & Romance

 Genres:

Mystery, Psychological Thrillers, Supernatural Suspense, Romantic Suspense

Quirky fact I don’t want anyone to know:

(or maybe I do)….I saw a UFO when I was six. Probably why I write some of the stuff I do.

~ooOOoo~

Bio:

They say everyone has a story to tell.

I wrote my first childish “masterpiece” at six and was immediately bitten by the writing bug. Since then, I’ve been composing nonstop, and have dabbled in multiple genres over the years, writing everything from fantasy, westerns, and horror to inspirational fiction, romance, and sci-fi. It took me a while to find my niche, but I’ve settled comfortably into the mystery/suspense genre (with a just a dash of romance tossed in).

Several of my earlier works have strong romantic themes, but all are infused with threads of mystery. I have a passion for folklore, myth, and urban legends and that attraction often factors into my writing. You’ll find threads of archaic tales and mysterious places woven throughout many of my novels.

I am a member of the International Thriller Writers and a past president of the Central Pennsylvania Writer’s Organization. If I’m not camped out at my keyboard or have my nose buried in a book, I’m likely looking up blurry images of cryptids on Google, sorting through vintage photographs or imagining life as a cat.

Relevant Links:

Website https://maeclair.net

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Mae-Clair/e/B009I61ND0

BookBub | https://www.bookbub.com/authors/mae-clair Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6468716.Mae_Clair

Newsletter  http://maeclair.us9.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=b0a5feceefdac32ff722e6690&id=11fb698a31

Twitter https://twitter.com/MaeClair1

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/maeclairauthor/

Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/maeclair/

Google + https://plus.google.com/+MaeClair

Kensington Publishing http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/author.aspx/29541

Sandra Cox

 Living life. Writing fantasy.

Sandra writes YA Fantasy, Paranormal and Historical Romance, and Metaphysical Nonfiction. She lives in sunny North Carolina with her husband, a brood of critters and an occasional foster cat. Although shopping is high on the list, her greatest pleasure is sitting on her screened in porch, listening to the birds, sipping coffee or a latte and enjoying a good book. She's a vegetarian and a Muay Thai enthusiast.

Relevant Links:

http://tinyurl.com/nkjfqmc

Blog: https://sandracox.blogspot.com

Website: http://sandracox1.com

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/SandraCox.Author

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sandra_Cox

Harmony Kent

The author who gets write into your head.

  Genres: Multi-genre

Quirky Fact I don’t want anyone to know: Wrote the entirety of The Glade while listening to the Twilight movie soundtrack. And she’s not mentioning the glass of white (ahem) ‘grape juice’ that kept finding its way to her computer station.

Author Bio:

Harmony Kent is famous for her laughter, and has made quite the name for herself … she’s also, um, a writer … and fairly well known for that too. She’s even won a few awards. Harmony lives in rural Cornwall with her ever-present sense of humour and quirky neighbours and refuses to admit to her age.

If you catch her at work, you’ll see that she also offers editing, proof reading, manuscript appraisal, and beta reading services. Not to mention being passionate about supporting her fellow authors.

Links to Harmony and her books:

Website: www.harmonykent.co.uk

Twitter: @harmony_kent

Facebook: www.facebook.com/HarmonyKentOnline

Amazon US Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Harmony-Kent/e/B00CO0AR7U/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Amazon UK Author Page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Harmony-Kent/e/B00CO0AR7U/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/HarmonyK

Staci Troilo

Staci Troilo. Writing Relationship Wrongs.

 Genres:

Romance, Suspense, Paranormal, Mystery, and Mainstream

Quirky fact I don’t want anyone to know:

The socks in my sock drawer and the books on my shelf are arranged in rainbow order.

Bio:

I’ve always loved fiction, ever since my parents read me fairy tales when I was little. Today, my interests are much more eclectic. I love getting lost in sci-fi battles, fantasy realms, horror worlds, suspenseful intrigues, and romantic entanglements.

As goes my reading, so goes my writing. I can’t pick a single genre to focus on, so I don’t even try. I’m proud to say I’m a multi-genre author.

When I’m not reading or writing, I’m spending time with family and friends, possibly cooking for them, or maybe enjoying an afternoon in the pool. To learn more about me, visit me at http://stacitroilo.com or connect with me on social media.

Relevant Links:

Website http://stacitroilo.com/

Amazon http://amazon.com/author/stacitroilo

BookBub https://www.bookbub.com/authors/staci-troilo

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/staci_troilo

Newsletter  http://eepurl.com/bPgAI5

Twitter https://twitter.com/stacitroilo

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/authorstacitroilo

FB Group http://www.facebook.com/groups/stacitroilosnovelidea

Pinterest https://pinterest.com/stacitroilo

Google + https://plus.google.com/+StaciTroilo

LinkedIn  https://linkedin.com/in/stacitroilo

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Virtual Book Tour: No Gentleman Is He

Today, please welcome authors Carley Bauer and Lynette Willows who are going to talk about their newest release, No Gentleman Is He, plus answer my infamous Rick Reed questions. Two winners will be drawn at the end of the tour. The first winner will receive a lovely pair of colonial style earrings (U.S. only, please, due to shipping constraints), while the second will win a $100 Amazon GC. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To see where else the tour will be, go here.

The Questions

1)      You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?

Carley: My husband and a large bottle of sunscreen. I'm very fair. Lots of Swede and German heritage.

2)      Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?

Carley: Why, 1776, of course. None other than that Virginian lady, Martha Jefferson would do for my

character.

3)      Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  nose, ginger, satire
Carley:
Tatiana mixed ginger into the cake batter. Stirring, she heard the door open and smiled.
"Tom?"
"Hi babe." Tom said, rounding the kitchen corner and planting a kiss on her upturned lips.
"Good day?" Tatiana asked, her attention returned to the mixture.

"Hmmmm", Tom half answered, taking a deep whiff of the fragrant ingredients.  "Looks like it's about to get better. Is that my favorite dessert?"
Tatiana opened the oven and looked over her shoulder. "Use that nose for more erotic endeavors. There's more heating up than the oven."
Tom cocked a brow. "My mistress is seducing me with satire?"
Exactly 100 words :)

4)      You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?

Carley: Enter the possibilities! I gave this a bit of thought. The first has to be special, right? I don't want to choose second best. It's got to be Tim McGraw. Years ago, when he had a hit or two, he played occasionally at a bar called Cheryl's Sky Lounge that we frequented. (I am not a drinker, but I've been known to cut a rug on Friday or Saturday night at Cheryl's.) Whenever my husband would meander off to chat with someone, hit the bathroom, or for whatever reason wasn't by my side, Tim would glance over at my table. I remember him as being shy, and with the exception of singing, somewhat unsure of himself. I would stick my nose in the air and turn away. Watching him become ever-so-sexy through the years, I have to admit to a bit of curiosity!

5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Carley: Long rides, holding hands, taking in the scenery and stopping to grab a bite to eat at some little out of the way place.

6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
Carley: Character.

7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you? Carley: Reese Witherspoon. 

8)      Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

Carley: Hannibal Lecter. I secretly thrill to serial killer thrillers.

  9)     Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it? Carley: Clark Gable.

10)   Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
Carley:  It's often crossed my mind that as a society, we only write what is acceptable at any given time. The first few to step over that line are scorned. Yes, I have a story, and when the world is ready, perhaps I'll write it.

NO GENTLEMAN IS HE

By

Carley Bauer and Lynette Willows

BLURB:  

Young, adventurous, and widowed in a new land, Cassandra Courtney Brooks finds her dream of raising a superior breed of saddle horse slipping away with the death of her husband. Left with four horses, living in a tavern attic, and her scant savings depleting, she resolves to see her vision through to fruition by accepting the scandalous position of steward at Varina Farms.

Born in the image of his native ancestry, Colton Rolfe’s savage blood runs through his veins. Scorned by his father, Colt grew into a man of ill temperament whose only interest is the wild equine beasts on his plantation. His desire to breed his horses with the superior thoroughbreds of the newly widowed Cassandra Brooks leads him to abandon societal rules. Colt’s growing resentment toward the Crown and his assistance to Sons of Liberty missions is complicated by the discovery that Cassandra’s father is a titled English nobleman.

Cassandra is soon forced to question the wisdom of her decision when she finds herself enamored with her employer. As fiery passion grows between them, Cassandra realizes her own spirit of independence, love of the land, and the savage man who is so much a part of it.

As the threat of war comes ever closer, wills are tested through gunfire, treachery, danger, and kidnapping. Does Colt dare trust Cassandra with Sons of Liberty secrets? More importantly, can he trust her with his heart? And will Colt ever trust Cassandra enough to love her as she longs to be loved?

EXCERPT:  

“Can I not expect any courtesy from you during this trip?” He sat to eat, several feet away from her.

She took a bite of biscuit and turned her head to stare off into the distance, keeping her lips pursed with disapproval even while chewing.

“Stubborn woman, short on temper and long on haste,” he mumbled between bites.

“Pardon me?” she asked, despite her resolve not to talk to him. She cursed the curiosity that overcame her firm resolve.

He glanced at her innocently. “Nothing,” he said while scraping his dish clean.

 “I heard you mumble,” she cast back, irritated.

“Did you?”

“If you have something to say to me, Mr. Rolfe, I prefer it be to me and not the blades of grass at your feet.”

“I was unaware of any topic worthy of your attention. You have made it sufficiently clear nothing I have to say is of interest to you.” He stared at her. In the dusky light, however, it was difficult for Cassandra to see his expression clearly, and it frustrated her. She could imagine his familiar glower though.

“You are correct in your assumption, Mr. Rolfe,” she said, looking away as if dismissing him. The ongoing silence between them bothered her greatly. Nonetheless, she could not bring herself to relent.

*215 words

  

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Lynette Willows

I’m Lynette Willows. I live in rural Alberta, Canada. My debut novel, “No Gentleman Is He”, the first in the Sons of Liberty series, is co-written along with my partner in romance, Carley Bauer. 

Some have mentioned I have a very interesting past. Not only was it unusual, but some would even say reckless. I’ve lived on an Indian reserve in a teepee with my young son for three months in the winter, I’ve chased storms, and worked as a social services aide on one of the most troubled and dangerous reserves in Canada, where I met great friends as well as made a few enemies.

I enjoy camping, movies, especially historical bio dramas, strange dogs, stranger cats, exclamation points, coffee mugs with stupid sayings, friends, the crazier the better, family, as long as they are crazier than I am, and I have a huge collection of shiny, outrageous earrings. Yes, I’m a magpie. I’ll only play chess with my husband because he’ll let me win.

If you’re curious about my favorite reading material, it’s very eclectic and varied. I’m extremely picky about what I read, so check out my “to read” list on Goodreads. You can also follow me and Carley, my talented, patient, and illustrious co-author at our fan page on Facebook at “Lynette Willows & Carley Bauer”. I’m also on Twitter under @LynetteWillows, as well as Pinterest, though I’m still figuring that out. You are welcome to also visit me and chat at “Lynette Willows, Author” at http://lynettewillows.blogspot.ca/.

“I have enormous respect for the reader. They are able to take symbols from a page that an author has invented, and turn them into images in their minds that create an enduring story. If that’s not artistry, I don’t know what is.”-Lynette Willows

Carley Bauer

Carley Bauer enjoys life on the eastern seaboard of the U.S. with her husband and their blue eyed feline, Noelle. After 30 years as a state contractor in a self employed capacity, she decided to try her hand at her first love, writing.

She loves being an empty nester, free to travel with her husband. Still involved with her children and grandchildren, Carley loves big family events. Some of her other hobbies are home decor, fashion, graphic arts, and the occasional bite of the Big Apple where the excitement feeds her natural love of city life.

LINKS:

Email: carleybauer210@gmail.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/carley.bauer.3

Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lynette-Willows-Carley-Bauer/278323855613717?ref=hl

Blog: http://fromcarleyslaptop.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CarleyBauer210

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/cscrawley/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6981224.Carley_Bauer

Tirgearr Publishing: http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Bauer_Carley/index.htm

No Gentleman Is He available for purchase at:

smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=No+Gentleman+Is+He+Carley+Bauer

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/No-Gentleman-Sons-Liberty-ebook/dp/B00BPY7UJO/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_62DX

Eros Books: http://www.ebook-eros.com/item/SW00000292998/Bauer-Carley-No-Gentleman-Is-He/1.html?fb_action_ids=10151368097972005&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=aggregation&fb_aggregation_id=288381481237582

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/no-gentleman-is-he-by-carley-bauer-and-lynette-willows-carley-bauer/1114915852?ean=2940044389540

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/no-gentleman-is-he/id617170488

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/No-Gentleman-Is-He-Carley/book-K5zSZmr2cESUwBs4vrrYBQ/page1.html

Tirgearr to Author Carley Bauer
www.tirpub.com/cbauer

Tirgearr Publishing:
http://www.tirpub.com/NGIH

Guest Blogger - Breathless Press GLBT Tour

Today I welcome the authors of Breathless Press' GLBT Tour, who are going to tell you about their new releases. Full Moon Dreaming is but one stop on the tour. Breathless Press will be awarding a $20 Breathless Press GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so comment often! Go here to learn about other tour dates.

Breathless Press Releases – GLBT Romance

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About Breathless Press:

http://www.breathlesspress.com/

Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.

Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.

Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.

Our Goal?

Breathless Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance, releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.

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Donovan's Deal by Lee Brazil 

http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=10&products_id=408

Blurb:

Making a family is harder than keeping house. Donovan's patience is wearing thin, but Mischa needs time to make things right. Will Christmas bring heartache or compromise?

Mischa Blake needs the relaxation of the Blake brothers' weekly poker games now more than ever as he feels the pressure of his responsibilities as a parent, partner, and student multiplying. When one of his siblings proposes reviving their game of Truth or Dare, Mischa revolts. Instead, they all agree to share a truth, and Mischa has to decide how much of his domestic situation to share with his family.

The frantic pace of life is overwhelming, and Mischa has begun to let things slide. With the holidays just around the corner, he figures his current situation is a temporary thing. When he misses one of his son's soccer game that Donovan left work early to attend, time runs out.

Upset by the hurt in their son's eyes, Donovan decides that something must be done. He's worried that he's pushed Mischa into doing things at the wrong time, pushed his dreams on his young lover, just pushed too hard for too much in general.

In a desperate attempt to get Mischa to think about what he wants instead of what Donovan wants, Donovan issues an ultimatum. He sends Mischa away with orders to think about his priorities.

Excerpt

"Where have you been, Mischa?"

It took a moment for the impact of the question to soak into his lust-dazed mind. But he got it. Furious, he pushed Donovan's hands off and stepped back. "What do you mean where have I been? Last time I checked, I was an adult capable of coming and going as I pleased."

"That's funny. Really. Because last time I checked you and I were partners, the next best thing to married, and the fathers of a disturbed child who needs structure, routine, and love."

Donovan's voice lost its reasonable tone and his anger was clear. Tough. Fury coursed through Mischa's veins. Was Donovan suggesting somehow that he was at fault? "I am still your partner, and Matt's father. But that doesn't mean I don't have other responsibilities and can just hang around here picking up after the two of you."

"Is that how you see us? Responsibilities? I guess that answers me pretty neatly, doesn't it?"

His jaw worked furiously. Fist clenched at his side, Mischa opened his mouth to speak.

"Just...stop. Whatever clever, rebellious retort you're about to make, hold on to it. Don't say something you can't unsay. Just, please, listen to me," Donovan interrupted him.

Mischa drew in a long, deep breath. Yeah, what he'd probably been about to say might have hurt someone's feelings...but what about his feelings? He nodded.

"I pushed you into too much, too quickly. The last three years should have been you enjoying college, us enjoying each other, and instead, I pushed you to adopt and be a parent. It was too much. But I could swear that you loved him as much as I did the moment we set eyes on Matt."

Heart aching, Mischa whispered, "I did." What the fuck was going on? Why did it sound like Donovan was breaking up with him?

"The thing is, Mischa. We're adults. We made all the choices and Matt got pulled along with us. Now, I understand how you could want to be free, to hang out with your friends, go to parties and..." He waved a hand. "Do whatever you want."

A warming flush spread over his face and Mischa lost all interest in sex. "What are you talking about?"

"You were supposed to be here to go to the soccer game with us. You said you were going to the library. You disappeared. Ran off with Dex and Trick without even bothering to tell us where you were going, because I'm damn sure you didn't take those two to the library with you! How do you suppose that made me feel? How do you think it made Matt feel?"

Biting his lip, Mischa stared at his lover. "I..."

"I'm an adult and I can handle it, Mischa. But Matt is a child and he's been hurt by enough people who are supposed to care for him. I can't let you keep hurting him like that."

"I love Matt. I'd never hurt him."

"Your not being here hurts him, Mischa." Donovan met his gaze steadily. "You need to take the weekend and think this through."

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Teaching Teacher by Raven McAllan

http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=1&products_id=391

Blurb

Finding love in a new town had not been in Seb's plans. But life has a tendency to throw you curveballs – like Ruari.

When the new head teacher walks into his bar, Ruari knows he has to have him, and damn the consequences. When lust turns to love, nothing else matters. Together they will overcome, no matter what. Or will circumstances drive them apart?

Excerpt

Ruari's head was spinning, his arms were stiff, his cock ached, and he wanted to be alone with Seb. It seemed like hours, but was probably no more than forty-five minutes, before he judged they could leave his bar staff to finish off. He swung behind the bar, grabbed a surprised Seb, and kissed him full on the lips. Cheers and catcalls sounded from the people around the bar.

"You." He finished off with a squeeze to Seb's ass, "are a fucking star. Definitely, a fucking star."

"Too much info, boss." Dave was smirking at him.

Oh fucking shit. He realized where he was. Bollocks and buggery and any other appropriate epithets. How the hell was he going to sort this monumental cock-up out? He chanced a look at Seb's expression, and sighed inwardly with relief. Seb was laughing.

"Feet. Mouth into?" Seb asked him.

He nodded. "As Ever. Okay we're finished here. Coffee?"

Seb nodded. Kizzy, who had walked up to them unnoticed made a face, and sniggered. "That is the most pathetic euphemism I've heard boss. Coffee. Hah!" She carried on past them, still sniggering.

"Gotcha there, Boss." Dave patted him on the back. "Take yourself off for er coffee. Don't forget the Swiss roll with it."

"Hells bells." Ruari almost pushed Seb through the door and into the stairwell of his flat. "Are you sure you still want to take a chance on me. I shouldn't be let out without a keeper. And my lips sealed."

Seb pulled him tightly towards his body. Cock found cock and reacted in the best possible way. "Oh, you're not reneging now, boss man." Seb moved so his cock surged upwards. "All that is so easily arranged."

"Huh?" He was so caught up in the sensations of Seb hard against him, he'd lost the thread of the conversation.

"Lips sealed and a keeper. I'll be happy to be in charge of all that. Soon." Seb said.

"Okay, so, first we have coffee?"

Seb smiled and squeezed Ruari's arm. "Coffee, where's your car?"

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Merry Christmas, Shelton by Dianne Hartsock

http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=10&products_id=402

Blurb

Can Shelton and Nevil overcome the obstacles of a blizzard, a baby, and one hot redhead and find their way to a merry Christmas?

Shelton and Nevil have rented a cozy cabin in the mountains in which to spend the Christmas holiday. Tree is lit. Presents sparkle. Shelton anticipates a very merry Christmas indeed. But then a blizzard springs up, landing a sexy redhead on their doorstep looking like trouble in a pretty package.

Tommy brings a message for Nevil, but when he first hits on Shelton in the shower, then offers to drive Nevil to his sister's side while she has her baby, Shelton begins to wonder just how this mixed up Christmas is going to end.

Excerpt

Shelton woke from a sound sleep, disoriented by a pounding on the door. He untangled from Nevil and sat up, heart racing. A glance at the clock showed it was barely three o'clock in the morning. What the hell? The pounding resumed and he scrambled to his feet, taking a second to slip on sweat pants before unlocking the door. The wind had died down and Shelton blinked at the snow piled up against the cabin walls. A slight figure huddled on the step, illuminated by the porch light, and without hesitation Shelton drew him into the warmth of the room, closing the door on the bitter night.

"What's happened?"

Shelton jumped a little at Nevil's voice and blinked as the light went on overhead. There was a gasp from the bundle under his hand and he searched the pale face the young man raised. The pretty blue eyes weren't looking at him and he followed his gaze to where his lover stood in all his naked splendor. Nevil scowled at their interest and pulled on the cotton pajama bottoms he'd picked up.

Shelton gave the boy a slight shake, knocking snow off his jacket and cap. "God, you're soaked through! You need to get out of those clothes. Nevil, can you stir up the fire?"

"Of course."

As if knowing his danger, the young man stripped off his coat and sopping shirt while Shelton unlaced his boots and carefully slipped them off, leaving the socks for now. Ski pants and under armor were lowered and the young man leaned a hand on Shelton's shoulder as he stepped out of them. Shelton glanced up and found himself on eye level with a pair of dark boxers that did little to cover the treasures beneath. His gaze swept up a tight stomach and muscular chest and clashed with laughing eyes. Trouble!

He cleared his throat. "Come to the fire and I'll check for frostbite."

The young man followed him, lifting the cap off a shock of copper hair. He sat on the quilts and Nevil draped one over his shoulders while Shelton knelt beside him. "Hands first," he said and slid the wet gloves by careful inches off his hands. The skin felt cold and white, but the fingertips weren't blue. "Can you move them?"

He looked up when the young man didn't answer and met his puzzled gaze. "You're really concerned, aren't you?"

The man sounded slightly amused and Shelton felt the blush in his cheeks as he answered, "Yes. I saw a boy with frostbite last winter, in Colorado. It was...painful to witness. Let's check those toes."

He removed the damp socks with the same care as the gloves, and sighed in relief when the boy wiggled each toe. Nevil snorted from where he leaned against the mantle watching the proceedings. "Now that we know nothing is going to fall off, can you tell us what the hell you're doing here?"

"Tera Shaw left a message for you at the lodge." He smirked when Nevil straightened, tense. "I volunteered to bring it. She says she's fine, but that they're admitting her to the hospital in the morning. She'd like you to be there as soon as you can."

"I'll go immediately."

"No, sir. The snow's not too bad at the lodge, but worse up here. We'll have to wait for the snowplow to get your car out."

Nevil paced the room, cursing under his breath. Shelton heard the young man's breath quicken as he watched the lithe movements of the sleek body, and frowned. "What's your name?" he asked as a distraction. "Tommy."

Of course it was. A cute name for a pretty face and sexy, youthful body.Damn.

"Well, Tommy, thanks for risking your neck for us. Why don't you get some sleep here by the fire?" Shelton climbed stiffly to his feet and went to Nevil's side. "Come to bed, honey." Nevil grunted and Shelton slid an arm around his waist. "Try to sleep, at least a little. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

Nevil relaxed against him. "You're right." He allowed Shelton to lead him to their room, and paused in the doorway to glance back at Tommy. "Thanks, man."

"My pleasure," Tommy said with a purr.

Shelton's lips thinned at the interest in the young man's gaze and tugged Nevil into the room, purposefully closing the door. He pushed his lover on the bed, cuddled up to him under the blankets, and held him close until they slept.