Monday, April 25, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Send Guns, Lawyers and Roses




Author Name: Heloise West

Book Name: Send Lawyers, Guns, and Roses
Series: Heart and Haven
Book: Two

Release Date: April 19, 2016
Blurb:

When Hunter and Alex are given the vacation of a lifetime, it’s a chance for them to pay attention to romance and get out of the path of danger. The tiny Caribbean island of Saba is gorgeous, the first to have marriage equality, and the Sabans are the nicest people on earth.
There’s lots of rum poolside for relaxing and a room with a mirror on the ceiling for passion. Hot karaoke nights, cold beer, and new friends. 
But their new friends Orfeo and Max, and Max’s sister Talisha, share a troubling secret. Alex and Hunter want to help. As a hurricane bears down on them, a dead body surfaces, and a purple backpack loaded with stolen jewels leads a pair of dangerous men to the island.
Alex would rather poke his own eyes out with a pointy stick than call on his old enemy Nick Truman for help; he’d also do anything to keep Hunter out of danger. But even his nemesis can’t reach them now.
Once again, they only have each other to depend on as their paradise is about to become hell on earth.

Pages or Words: 83,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Mystery, Romance, Thriller

Excerpt:
“Ready? Take the beach bag. I’ll grab the chairs,” Alex said. “Did you get enough to eat?”
“Yeah. What’s the time?” Hunter slung the bag over his shoulder.
Alex shrugged. “Who cares? Have a cocktail. You know, to hydrate and pace yourself for a long day in the sun.”
“Let’s set up camp. Maybe a nap first.”
Their bare feet slapped against the sun-bleached boards of the footbridge, some of the flowering rainforest clinging to its edges for the hundred or so feet from the breakfast patio to the pool. The beach chairs were striped canvas and wood, chaise-style. Alex had grabbed a matching umbrella for when the sun was directly overhead. He left it closed, as they had a few hours yet before noon, by the arc of the sun in the unbelievably blue sky. The poolside held a half dozen chaise lounges and couples of various ages. They returned languorous, sun-soaked greetings in English, Dutch, and French as Alex led them to a spot he deemed worthy for their day in the sun. When the chairs were side by side, the canvas beach bag between them, Hunter sighed with pleasure, though he was soaked with sweat. He pulled off his T-shirt. “Do you want to swim first?”
“I’m dying to.” With a wicked grin, Alex slid his shorts down, the T-shirt hem falling to below his hips.
“Tell me you didn’t get a thing-thong!” God, they’d laughed together at the online models wearing bathing suits with pockets for their cocks.
Alex laughed. “No, a Speedo. For you.” He shrugged out of his T-shirt with an elegant, mouth-watering play of muscles and skin, and some of the lounging women whistled and clapped for the navy-and-white-striped Speedo he revealed. Hunter mock-growled and reached out to grab Alex, but he dashed away and ran along the side of the pool, blond hair streaming, long, muscular legs eating up the distance to the deep end. He dived like a happy dolphin into the water. Hunter ran after him and followed with a hurried, sloppy dive, shocked at the sensation of water as warm as bathwater. He wanted to melt into it. When he came up for air, hands beneath the water gripped his calves, and he grabbed a breath before Alex yanked him under. They wrestled briefly, then surfaced.
“Fantastic!” Alex shook his head briskly to whip the water from his hair.
Hunter shoved him, threw himself on top of him, and they went under again.
When they surfaced, Alex said, “We can rent a sailboat. Or a rowboat and paddle around in the bay. Or fish if you want. Do you think your leg will hold up to snorkeling?”
“Snorkeling, maybe even scuba.” He’d swim to the moon to keep Alex happy.
“I was born underwater,” Alex said, surprising him. “I even had those infant swim lessons.”
“You’re a natural,” Hunter replied. “Aqua Boy.”
Alex shoved him again; Hunter let himself fall backward into the water with a huge splash.
They swam for a while, joined by the other sunbathers when the heat got too intense. Hunter pulled himself from the pool and sat on the edge, watching Alex do laps. He shaded his eyes against the fierce touch of the sun. It pressed against his skin despite the water-resistant sunblock, and he splashed water up and down his arms, chest, and neck to cool off. Maybe he should have gone tanning like Alex had, because it hurt to touch his skin already. The water reflected and intensified the sun. He wasn’t that kind of redhead, but the tropical sun made him feel like one. Tanning had seemed kind of frou-frou…not for him…but he didn’t want to look like a strip of bacon at the end of the day either. Sucked it up and endured the tanning bed.
Alex swam over and pulled his gorgeous body out of the pool to sit on the edge beside Hunter. “I’m ready for some reading and napping. Lunch buffet is open until four… What are you laughing at?”
“We must be on vacation if we’re planning the day around the next meal.”
Alex smiled. “It’s about ten now. We can eat something light at eleven when they open.” He leaned in close. “If we go up to the room by noon, we’ll have time to screw our brains out until about two and have lunch again.”
Hunter nodded. It was all he could do.
“So it’s not meal times we’re planning for, right?” The sparkle in Alex’s eyes wasn’t about ham sandwiches and fruit salad. “Did you see the awesome mirror on the ceiling?”


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Meet the author:
Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mayhem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance of all flavors. She travels and gardens with her partner of 10 years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine.


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Publisher: Loose ID
Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone

Tour Dates & Stops:
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6-May: Molly Lolly


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Virtual Book Tour: Pride Weekend

Please welcome author Charley Descoteaux, who is going to talk about her new release, Pride Weekend!






Blurb:

Overworked cubicle jockey Adam Byron wants to attend Oregon Coast Pride in style but the price of a room at Buchanan House, a popular gay retreat on the central coast, is beyond his budget. So he won’t miss out, he advertises online for someone to share expenses. Corporate drone Silas Grant responds to Adam’s ad, and the two get to know each other via texts before meeting at the coast. They agree on a no-pressure roommate arrangement, yet once they meet face-to-face their attraction is undeniable. Desire might simmer well beyond Pride weekend, no matter how hard Adam and Silas try to live up to their noncommitment pact.

Excerpt:

Silas
I didn’t lose my nerve, but with how tentative and quiet Adam stayed while I chatted with our hosts and every other guest at the party, I took things slower than I would’ve liked. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was a player. Maybe he just wasn’t used to being surrounded by a roomful of horny gay men. Or maybe he was naturally quiet in real life. Whatever his reasons, I could respect them, but I wouldn’t be deterred. I would find out what his body looked like, what it felt like against mine, what it tasted like.
And I would ignore the flare of jealousy I felt whenever another man checked out his ass or rested a hand on his arm.
Everyone flirted with everyone else—it’s just the way it worked at parties like that, and it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Except one couple kept eyeing him and whispering. Maybe hoping for a threesome, or foursome. When they started to approach us, after the other guests had left to go gambling or dancing in Lincoln City, I used a ruse to get Adam outside alone. It had worked on me the first time I had drinks at a party, in my sophomore year of high school, and it worked just as well on Adam. If he knew he hadn’t stumbled, he didn’t seem to care. The unquestioning way he let me take him outside had my dick filling before we cleared the porch. I didn’t think I could wait through the sunset, but it was pretty, so I stuck it out.
I wasn’t the only one who felt tortured, a fact that became obvious as soon as I let my arm rest in his lap.
“Do you want another drink?”
He flinched a little when I spoke. Neither of us had said a word for the past hour. Or maybe he startled because I increased the pressure of my arm against his cock at the same time.
“No, thanks. I’m good.”
I don’t doubt that. “How about if we go upstairs?”
He sighed, almost as though he’d been holding his breath and waiting for me to ask. “That sounds good.”
I didn’t really want to let go of him, but, physics. Once we stood and started moving toward the house, things happened fast. Almost fast enough. We raced up the back staircase—there didn’t seem to be time to go through the party room and then the lobby to take the indoor stairs. I pulled him by the hand until we reached the door to our room. Adam’s key was in a pocket without a button closure, so I reached inside and took it. I slipped my left hand back into that pocket while I unlocked the door with my right. Neither operation went quickly or smoothly, but that first handful—the first time I wrapped a hand around his hard cock, even through the fabric of his pocket—was a life-altering experience.

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BIO:

Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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Series: Buchanan House
Book Number: 2
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 22, 2015
Word Count: 13,976

Cover Artist: L.C. Chase



Thursday, April 21, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: When the Serpent Bites

Please welcome author Nesly Clerge, who is here to talk about his new release, When the Serpent Bites. He will be awarding a signed paperback copy of When the Serpent Bites to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find out where the rest of the stops on his tour are, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post.


When the Serpent Bites
by Nesly Clerge

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GENRE: Crime fiction, psychological thriller

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BLURB:

Frederick Starks has it all—a gorgeous wife who was his high school sweetheart, three beautiful children, a mansion and cars others envy, millions in the bank, respected in his community, admired by his employees, loved and respected by loyal friends. He revels in the hard-earned power and control he’s acquired. As the saying goes, “All that glitters is not gold,” which Starks discovers when gut-wrenching betrayal by his wife sends him over the edge and into a maximum security prison. There, Starks is a new “fish,” stripped of nearly everything he’s always relied on. In that place, where inmates and guards have their own rules and codes of conduct, Starks is forced to face the darker side of life, and his own darker side, especially when the betrayals, both inside and outside the prison, don’t stop. He must choose which path to follow when the line between right and wrong becomes blurred: one that leads to getting out of the physical and emotional hellhole he finds himself in or one that keeps him alive.

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EXCERPT:


Starks tugged at the neckline of the undershirt his mother had dropped off for him at the jail. She hadn’t wanted to see him. He knew why: Members of the maternal side of his family were born with a pride chromosome. Lynn Starks loved her son but the extreme public humiliation resulting from his arrest was more than she could stand. He knew she’d forgive him one day, and that her ability to forgive tended to simmer until she was ready.

“All rise. The District Court of Suffolk County, State of Massachusetts, is now in session. Honorable Judge Harold Weaver, presiding.”

The judge took his seat at the bench then shuffled through the case files in front of him, glancing up briefly at the line-up of people waiting to plead. “We’ll begin with arraignments then move onto trials.” In a monotone voice, he continued. “All persons are innocent until proven guilty. You have the option to plead not guilty, guilty, or no contest. No contest means you concede the charge or charges against you, without admitting guilt and without presenting a defense. I advise you against pleading no contest. You have the right to obtain counsel. If you cannot afford counsel, the court will appoint an attorney for you.”

An hour later, it was Starks’s turn in front of the judge. He flinched and his face reddened when the charges against him were read aloud. He also questioned whether his decision to plead not guilty would work in his favor or not. He’d always been able to methodically weigh pros and cons when it came to business matters. This, however, was unfamiliar, unpredictable territory.

He tried to give his full attention to what was going on but his mind wanted him in the past, a reverie that was broken when Parker nudged him to stand.

“My client pleads not guilty to all charges, your honor.”

The judge looked directly at Starks then glanced at Parker with a quizzical expression on his face. He shook his head, checked the calendar and said, “Trial starts this coming Monday, 10:00 a.m.”

“In the matter of bail, your honor—”

“No bail will be set.”

“Your honor, in this instance, bail can be set quite high, which will ensure my client shows up for trial.”

“Denied.” The judge’s gavel came down, putting an end to the matter.

Starks turned to Parker. “I don’t want to stay in jail until the trial. Do something. Get me out, for Christ’s sake.”

Parker began to pack his briefcase. “This judge is a hard-ass. Plus, it’s election time. You’ve seen the corporate scandals on the front pages of all the newspapers. Everyone, especially candidates running for office, are screaming for corporate criminals to be held accountable.”

“I’m not involved in any of that.”

“No.” Parker shut his briefcase. “But you’re considered one of them.”

“Am I going to have to keep paying for the shit others do?”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Nesly Clerge received his bachelor’s degree in physiology and neurobiology at the University of Maryland, and later pursued a doctoral degree in the field of chiropractic medicine. Although his background is primarily science-based, he has finally embraced his lifelong passion for writing. Clerge’s debut novel, When the Serpent Bites, will be available in 2015, with the sequel to follow in 2016. His debut novel explores choices, consequences, and the complexities of human emotions, especially when we are placed in a less-than-desirable setting. When he is not writing, Clerge manages several multidisciplinary clinics. He enjoys reading, chess, traveling, exploring the outdoors, and spending time with his significant other and his sons.

Official site: www.clergebooks.com

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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #31 (7.5)

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 best flash fiction every week, between 500 and 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

This week, in Moving Forward, Lee and Marshall go back to their cabin for a "snack". See what that means in this week's chapter! And don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Moving Forward #31 (7.5)


“Come on, let’s go inside,” Lee suggested.  They left the door slightly open, to admit the occasional warm breeze.

As they approached the bed, Lee untied the simple knot which held the fluffy white towel about Marshall’s hips, letting it fall to the ground. Lee’s appreciative gaze raked up and down Marshall’s body.

“You look good enough to eat,” he drawled.

“Thought we were having a snack?” Marshall arched a brow in curiosity.

“I guess technically I’m the one having the snack,” Lee admitted.

“What about me?”

“You are the snack. Go ahead and lie down.”

That caught Marshall by surprise.  He wasn’t even sure what that meant. He watched as Lee removed his own towel and padded across the room to the cart. Caught up in watching the taut muscles of Lee’s ass, and remembering the feel of that ass in his hands, Marshall forgot to move right away, his mouth watering at the sight before him. With an almost guilty start, he pull himself from his reverie and did as he’d been instructed, stretching out on the bed. His cock was already hard, jutting up toward his belly. He considered stroking himself to relieve some of the tightness, but decided that was probably not the thing to do.

He watched with great curiosity as Lee lifted one of the two silver covers. Beneath it was a bowl of fresh strawberries. They looked delicious. Lee glanced back at him and smiled. “Like strawberries, do you?”

“As often as possible,” Marshall replied.

“How about right now?” Lee asked. He popped one of the succulent berries between his lips and approached the bed, leaning over until he was just above Marshall’s mouth. Marshall didn’t have to be told twice. He opened his mouth in expectation, closing his lips around the fruit when it was close enough.

As they each bit into it, berry juice flowed out, down over Marshall’s lips, onto his chin. He’d seen something like this in a movie once, when he was a kid. But they’d used spaghetti, not a strawberry. This was far more sensual.

Their lips met juicily in the middle, the flavor of the strawberry exploding onto Marshall’s tongue when Lee pushed his inside. Marshall moaned as he tried to catch Lee’s tongue with his own, but Lee was too quick. He pulled out before Marshall could succeed, then began to lap at what had spilled down Marshall’s chin and throat. Damn that was sexy.

Lee pulled back far enough to look into Marshall’s eyes. “Like that?”

“Oh yeah,” Marshall said throatily. “More please.”

Lee returned to the bowl and gathered more berries, repeating his actions. Marshall’s chest was stained red now from the juices which flowed from the fruit, but he didn’t care. Lee set a small berry onto one of Marshall’s nipples and nibbled it off, his teeth just grazing the nipple, causing it to harden. He repeated the gesture with the other one.

Marshall’s cock was aching to be touched, but he curbed his impatience. He had a feeling this was not all Lee had in mind.

Sure enough, Lee returned to the cart, ignoring the strawberries now and lifting the other cover. Now Marshall was even more perplexed. The fruit made sense, at least. What he was looking at now didn’t exactly. If they had ice cream, he’d think they were making a sundae, but there was no ice cream to be seen. Only a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream.

Lee was watching him with a knowing smile. “Bet you’re wondering what that’s all for.”

“That thought did cross my mind,” Marshall admitted.

“I guess I’ll just have to show you.” Lee picked up the can and shook it gently in one hand, as he strolled back toward the bed, hips swaying enticingly. Marshall noticed Lee was very hard, and he had to refrain from reaching out and taking that gorgeous cock into his hands and mouth.

“Spread your legs wider,” Lee instructed, and Marshall did as he was told, shivering in anticipation. What could Lee possibly have in mind?

The last thing he expected was for Lee is aim the nozzle of the can between Marshall’s legs and shoot the contents over his hole. As Marshall’s brain was registered the coldness of the whipped cream against this sensitive region, Lee laid the can down and dipped his head, tonguing Marshall’s hole through the frothy treat.

Lee was licking and sucking at Marshall with great relish, while one hand cradled Marshall’s balls, rolling them firmly. Just when Marshall thought he’d lose his mind or come, Lee came up for air, panting. Whipped cream ringed his lips, and there was a dot of the stuff at the end of his nose.
“You’re a tasty snack,” he said, licking around his lips until he managed to clean them.

“C’mere a second,” Marshall beckoned, and when Lee climbed up to him, he licked off the end of his nose. “That’s better.”

“You like?” Lee asked.

“I like very much,” Marshall said. “That was… amazing.”

“And I’ve only just begun,” Lee said. He rose from his position over Marshall, to Marshall’s disappointment, and reclaimed the can of whipping cream. Shaking it lightly once more, he proceeded to decorate Marshall’s body with the stuff, on top of each nipple, down his chest, and along his cock. Then he set the can back on the cart and reached for the chocolate syrup.
“Chocolate goes with everything,” he said with a wink as he began to pour.

to be continued

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Virtual Book Tour: Victory Portrait






Author Name: Tali Spencer

Book Name: Victory Portrait
Series: Pride of Uttor
Book: Four

Release Date: April 6, 2016
Blurb:

Imperial captive and former Sebboyan prince Peta Kordeun has one great wish: to meet Darius Arrento, conqueror of his country and a man he has idolized since childhood. That wish comes true the day the Uttoran emperor assigns Peta to assist the artist who will be painting the great general’s official portrait.

General Darius Arrento would rather take a crossbow bolt through his flesh than sit for a portrait, until his friend the emperor forces his hand. The notorious artist, Brazzi, uses semen and other sexual fluids to bind his colors—and Arrento is captivated by the artist’s pretty helper. Before long he is driven to possess the gorgeous young man who draws battle maps and whose naïve charm has won more hearts in Uttor than Arrento has won battles.

When Arrento learns that Peta, the slave he covets and wants for his own, is one of the despised Kordeun princes, he storms from Uttor toward a far corner of the empire—where he quickly finds himself embroiled in a plot to tear Uttor’s empire apart. His emotions and loyalties frayed, the great Arrento is in the battle of his life…and Peta may hold the key to his survival.


Pages or Words: 78,600 words

Categories: Alternate Universe, Fantasy, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Excerpt:
“You want me to assist the painter. Only that?” Peta asked.
“Yes. I just want you to understand you will be naked and…Brazzi will want you to be sexually aroused.”
“What?”
“It’s what Brazzi does. Not for himself—not unless you’re a woman—but for his method. He was tried three years ago on charges of obscenity because he uses…sexual fluids for mixing his paint. He truly is a genius. His colors are astonishing.”
“And you want Arrento to see me like that? Naked and…being used?”
“No.” Gaspar was being firm. “I want a portrait of my general. And I happen to think that the sight of you will keep his ass firmly planted for whatever sittings the painter requires. You see, Darius has one weakness—only one. He cannot resist a thing of beauty—and you, my pretty slave, are the most breathtaking young man I have ever had the privilege to look upon.”
Peta flushed. Gaspar wasn’t smiling. The man was serious.
Could he do it? Did he want to do it? Peta knew he was pretty. His looks had blessed and cursed him all his life. His beauty had attracted Kesme as a fellow cadet and was what Kesme had praised that last night when they’d made love...and Peta’s face was what Lukacz, his own father, had sought to destroy, thinking that doing so would release him from predation and unnatural desires. And now Gaspar, too, wanted only one thing…
“Just sit there and look pretty,” he said, heart sinking as he grasped what Gaspar was asking him to do.
“Only if you’re willing. I’m not completely oblivious to what this sort of service might entail. It could be rather…awkward. On the other hand, it might not be for long. Darius can be stubborn. It’s possible he won’t show up.”
And just as possible that he would.
Peta wanted to say no but he could not get his mouth to form the word. He might never get another chance to see Arrento, perhaps hear his voice. Be in the same room with him.
He’d be silent…naked…terribly exposed even in his utter worship.
But he would at least be able to say he had seen the great man.
“I’ll do it,” he said.


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Meet the author:

Tali Spencer delights in erotic fantasy and adventure, creating worlds where she can explore the heights and shadows of sexual passion. A hopeful romantic and lover of all things exotic, she also writes high fantasy and science fiction. If you would like to see inspiration pictures for her characters, or glimpse how she envisions her worlds, check out her Pinterest boards.

Thanks to a restless father, she grew up as a bit of a nomad and still loves to travel whenever she can. Her longest stint in one place was Milwaukee where she went to college, enjoyed a series of interesting careers, and raised three surprisingly well-adjusted sons. She later married her true love and put down new roots in Philadelphia, where she lives in an ongoing Italian American family sitcom. At least she’s learned how make good pasta. When not writing, Tali reads everything from sweet goofy romances to medical research, manages her fantasy football team—go Gekkos!—and takes long walks with her loving, if slightly neurotic, poodle.

Tali’s other books include the three preceding Uttor books: Captive Heart, Dangerous Beauty, and Adored, all with Resplendence. Her gay male high fantasy stories, Thick as Thieves, Sorcerer’s Knot, and The Prince of Winds, are published by Dreamspinner Press. She often posts free stories and excerpts on her blog.    

Where to find the author:

Twitter: @tali_spencer

Goodreads Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29851588-victory-portrait
Publisher: Resplendence Publishing
Cover Artist: Melody Pond

Tour Dates & Stops:
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