Release Blitz: Taste On My Tongue by Beth Bolden


Title: Taste on My Tongue
Author: Beth Bolden
Release Date: August 15th 2017
Genre: MM Contemporary Romance

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Almost pop-star Landon Patton has just turned a corner on the worst two years of his life: dropped by his label and dumped by his ungrateful ex-boyfriend. However, his new agent’s brilliant plan for Landon’s superstardom doesn’t have anything to do with his music – it’s called Kitchen Wars, and it’s the hottest new reality show on TV.

Landon wishes he could have nothing to do with it.

Since the first morning he mixed flour and water, Quentin Maxwell knew he wanted to be a baker. After becoming the pastry chef at a popular LA bakery, anyone else might be satisfied. But Quen wants to call his own shots. Going on Kitchen Wars to win the money for his own bakery seems like a huge risk, but maybe it’s worth it.

They’re an unlikely pair. Landon can’t even figure out how to turn an oven on, while Quentin makes his living with one. But with each passing week on Kitchen Wars, they discover what a great team they make – on set, off set, and between the sheets.

Winning should be everything, but what happens when the tastiest pairing is their own?

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When Landon walks into the studio for his first day of cooking bootcamp and sees his chef, he has to instantly revise every expectation. The man in front of him is all long lines, lean legs, and this sculpted torso that literally nobody that cooks for a living should have, all topped off by a wild curly mane that Landon’s fingers itch to touch, wide blue eyes, and a pair of lips that send his mind straight to the gutter.

It turns out there is most definitely a man out there that will interest Landon in learning to cook.

The topper is when Landon saunters over, eyes flicking over those long legs in tight jeans and the little glimpses of tattoos he sees through his mostly transparent white t-shirt, the man actually blushes.

“Landon Patton,” Landon says, extending a hand. “Unfortunately, it’s gonna be your miserable job to teach me to cook.”

The man flushes even pinker as he takes Landon’s hand. “Um, Quentin. Quentin Maxwell.”

For one rather breathless moment, they stare at each other, Quentin’s hand clasping Landon’s, his palm warm and soft and slightly damp with nerves, and Landon feels his heart start to beat faster. He feels almost breathless with the possibilities, and it’s hard to deny that Quentin looks equally blown away.

Quentin reluctantly releases his hand. “I’m a huge fan,” he adds. “Really, you should have won your season. Can’t believe you only got third place.”

Landon can definitely believe it. Third place was far better than he ever thought he’d end up. But you can say all you want about Landon—and many, many people have—he’s driven to succeed even when the cards are stacked against him.

So Landon just shrugs and leans back, all carelessly but purposefully arranged curves as he tries to figure out if the way Quentin’s fluttering his eyelashes at him means he’s actually interested in flirting or if this is just Quentin’s natural state of being.


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Anne Drops of Ink

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August 17th

Lexi Loving Without Limits

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About the Author

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Beth Bolden lives in Portland, Oregon with her supportive husband and their beloved cat. She wholly believes in Keeping Portland Weird, but wishes she didn’t have to make the yearly pilgrimage up to Seattle to watch her Boston Red Sox play baseball. She’s a fan of fandoms, and spends too much of her free time on tumblr.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She’s published two novels, The Lucky Charm and Getting Lucky, and a short story, Eye of the Storm. Her next novel, Summer Attractions, will be released in August 2016.

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Blog Tour: Releasing Chaos by Lexi Ander

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Title: Releasing Chaos

Author: Lexi Ander

Series: Sumeria’s Sons #6

Release Date: August 1, 2017

Categories: Gay, Paranormal, Poly, Urban Fantasy

Word Count: 132,000 words

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Everything Tristan, Ushna, and Brian have fought for comes down to the moment they face Inanna and Marduk. Before then, Ushna must embrace his destiny and be transformed by Tiamat. But he returns with a fractured mind and will need the help of the new firebird or he’ll be lost to the insanity of a primordial God. If he’s lost, so is the balance Brian and Tristan sorely need.Tristan has vowed to care for his ex-Flame, Theo Sullivan, who is doomed to forget more and more with each use of his new ability. When not dealing with his stubborn ex, Tristan must free the warriors stolen by the government and devise a trap for Inanna.And that’s only the start of the challenges, and everything that can still go wrong.

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Prologue~The Nameless

We Nameless had been running hard for many days. Something crawled under our ruff, beckoning us to go southeast. The part of us that was once human cowered in the back of our minds, pleading with us to stay in our dens, but we could not.The pull was strong, and we responded to the urgent need that seeped into our paws from the ground.Hurry,” The Earth Mother whispered to us.Months ago, our alpha freed us from the vileness of our human side, locking away the corruption so we could teach our humans the lessons they had either forgotten or were never taught. We shared the joys of running on four paws, of being family, of supporting each other through the hunt. We gave them our love for the land, the sky, the water, and for each other. We showed them how to work together and yet still be individuals. For we were wolf. Hunter. Predator. Mother. Father. Family.Now as they proclaimed their fear, we would teach them how tostand together, to use their instincts to discern right from wrong. The Earth Mother called us to the alpha’s aid. Though he made us Nameless, he had shown us mercy and set us free. He would forever be our alpha and we his tribe, his people.As we loped, closing the distance between us and the one who needed us, the Earth Mother pushed healing through our paws, fortifying our energy and curbing our hunger. We stopped briefly alongside a stream to drink our fill before once again we hurried on. The urgency rode us as we ran across fields, through sleepy towns, over grassy plains, and entered foreign woods. We were close now and we hoped we would arrive in time.As one, we threw our voices into the wind. “We come to stand by your side. To be your shield. To hunt with you and take down your prey. To protect our people. We come, our Alpha, we come.”*~*~*~Jory Swaine

I didn’t know what disturbed me from a sound sleep, but an itchbetween my shoulders forced me from my room to prowl the dark house. For a couple of days now, I’d been sensing… I pushed out the back door, barely catching the screen before it slapped noisily against the frame, waking the whole house.Before tragedy had taken Tristan away from us for half a year, he’d entrusted into my care the wolf forms of the traitors who’d attempted to murder him. Members of Tribe Uras collaborated with the rogue, Craig Stoiler, and invaded Tristan’s ranch. I would’ve had them killed for their treachery, but Tristan had another idea. He’d stripped the people of their human form, giving their wolf dominion. The demonstration of his power as the supreme alpha and prince of our people proved his lineage to the doubting members of the Council of Five, but there was an additional reason for his action. He’d given them a second chance, of sorts, and ordered some twenty-eight wolves to follow my commands as their handler.Whatever type of transformation magic Tristan performed had alasting effect. With the events that had transpired following his return, I didn’t have a chance to relay to him I could still feel those wolves. He’d tied them to me that fate-filled day, not that I wasupset. What I sensed of them was harmless, a simple awareness nestled in the back of my mind, telling me their state of being and general welfare… until now.The stars shone sharp and bright overhead, the sky a virtual blanket of diamonds. The sight still made my breath catch, especially after spending so many years in California cities, where the light was muted. My eyes were drawn to the northwest. The string attaching me to them pulled with their sense of urgency. They were coming. Perhaps it was time to tell Tristan about my relationship with them. Something caused the pack to leave their dens in the Canadian tundra. I wasn’t sure if this sense of urgency coming from them was a portent of good or evil. For Tristan’s sake, I hoped the banished members of Tribe Uras didn’t intend to attack him a second time. I’d grown quite fond of the playfulness of their wolves in the corner of my mind, and I’d hate to be the one who sent them on to their next reincarnation.

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Book Blast: Bad Boys Need Love Too by Chrisa Tomlinson

Why Do Bad Boys Make You Feel So Good?

Inspiration for Bad Boys Need Love Too

Hello everyone! My name is Christa Tomlinson and I’m here showing a little love for one of my older titles. Bad Boys Need Love Too was the second full length novel I completed. It tells the story of Gage Mason, a motorcycle mechanic and Joseph Naderi an up and coming lawyer.

Bad Boys Need Love Too is an opposites attract erotic romance. Gage is blue collar with grease under his fingernails, while Joseph wears nice suits and comes from a good family. But these two men need in each other in ways neither of them expected.

I got the inspiration for this story as I was on a plane ride back to Texas. I had my headphones on and was doodling in my notebook, waiting for plot bunnies to hop by so I could catch one. Then Bad Boyfriend by Garbage came up on my playlist. As I listened, I envisioned a tough bad boy on the back of a motorcycle. He was quick tempered but charming. Rough around the edges, but naturally smart and caring to those he counted as family.

I knew I had to write Gage’s story. And I knew I had to give him a partner who was sweet and could soothe his rough edges. That’s where Joseph came in. But Joseph isn’t a doormat martyr. He gives Gage what he needs, even if it’s not always what he wants. And Joseph has some things to work through on his own.

It was a blast writing this story. Bad Boys Need Love Too is full of angst, drama and lots of sex. As I was writing, I listened to songs from Garbage, Joan Jett and Peaches to get me in the right head space. The influence from those songs was perfect, and helped me create the exact world I’d imagined on that plane ride.

I hope you’ll give Gage and Joseph’s love story a try. If you do, be sure to drop me a line and let me know what you think. Happy reading!


Title: Bad Boys Need Love Too

Series: Book 1 of 3 in the Bad Boys Need Love Too series

Release Date: October 21st, 2014

Publisher: Self Published

Genres: Gay (m/m) Erotic Romance

Pages: 432


Why Do Bad Boys Make You Feel So Good?

“You won’t let anybody else have you, Joseph. I won’t let anybody else have you. I want you all to myself.”
– Gage Mason

Everyone has had their experience with him. The Bad Boy. The one with rips in his jeans and a lazy, devil may care smile on his mouth. The man who can make you do bad things that feel so good.

For Joseph Naderi that man was Gage Mason. They met when Joseph took his motorcycle into Gage’s shop for repairs. The second Joseph laid eyes on Gage he knew he was trouble, but something about the sexy mechanic drew him in. Maybe it was the dark eyes that studied Joseph like Gage wanted to know everything about him. Maybe it’s the way he made Joseph feel with the rough touch of his hands and a possessive grip on his hair when they kissed. Or maybe it’s the way Gage grows to need Joseph, even though he won’t admit it.

For once in his life Joseph is taking a risk. Despite everything that tells him he shouldn’t, he’s taking a chance to be with Gage. Joseph doesn’t know if it will end well. He just knows that he can’t resist that Bad Boy.

Bad Boys Need Love Too is a steamy gay romance full of drama, love, and explicit sex scenes. Gage and Joseph’s story is book one in a complete three book series.


Gage settled down at the metal desk in his office to review invoices for parts orders. He’d only been at it for five minutes when he heard the sound of a motorcycle pulling up in front of his building. He could tell it was a racer by the sound of the engine. The shop was closed, but Gage still went to see who it was. If it was a friend, he’d let them in no matter the hour. But instead of seeing one of his buddies through the glass, he saw the distinct body of the Diavel he’d repaired last week and its owner, Joseph Naderi.

Gage smiled in pleased surprise and hit the button to raise the garage door. He hadn’t expected to see Joseph again unless he went after him. He knew he did careful and thorough work so there was nothing wrong with that bike. Which meant that Joseph was here because he wanted to see him.

Joseph rode in and Gage walked over to him as he shut down the bike and pulled off his helmet. Gage didn’t even try to keep the heat out of his expression as he looked at Joseph straddling his bike. Again he was dressed casually, and his long, curly hair was down, windblown from his ride. There was the faintest hint of a five o’clock shadow along the sharp line of his jaw and above the curve of his lip. And those gorgeous eyes of his were bright with excitement. This man was beautiful. Even in his jeans and tee, Joseph still looked fresh and neat and clean. Gage wanted to get him dirty. He wanted to see him sweaty with his hair even wilder and his clothes ripped and twisted half off his hard body. So many things he wanted to do, and now that Joseph was back it looked like he might get that chance.

“You’re still here.”

Gage quirked a brow. “Obviously. What are you doing here? Bike giving you trouble again?”

Joseph shook his head slowly. “No. I uh… wanted to say thank you for fixing her. The ride has been smooth just like you said it would be.”

Gage smiled real slow and moved in closer. “You go around and personally thank everybody who does work for you? Your cable repair man? The guy who changes your oil?”
Again Joseph shook his head slowly. “Not usually.”

Gage gripped the bike’s throttle, watching as Joseph’s gaze dropped to his hand. He squeezed the throttle once and saw Joseph’s throat working as he swallowed. “Tell me why you’re really here, Joseph.” Sea green eyes rose to look into his. They were so expressive that Gage could easily read his nervousness. Gage smiled again. “I already know but I want to hear you say it.”

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Christa graduated from The University of Missouri-St. Louis with a degree in History. She loves to create stories that are emotional and lovely with sex that is integral to the characters’ romantic arc. Her books include straight couples, curvy couples, gay, and multicultural couples. Love is love and everyone should have their story told.

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Blog Tour: My Hero by Max Vox

When he was sixteen years old, Rich Miller saved a young man from drowning at his local pool.

Title: My Hero

Series: Hero #1

Release Date: September 28th, 2013

Publisher: Kindle Edition

Categories: M/M Romance, Sports, Contemporary



When he was sixteen years old, Rich Miller saved a young man from drowning at his local pool. Little did he know that years later, as a senior in college and Olympic diving hopeful, Rich would meet up once again with Johnny Milloway, now a big football player – and when Rich says big, he really means ‘bear’. The shy jock remembers his savior, and the two men become friends.

Johnny isn’t put off by the fact that Rich is gay. In fact, the more time he spends with Rich, the more curious he becomes. Johnny wants to know all kinds of things – what it’s like to kiss a guy, for instance. Only it doesn’t stop there…

Rich finds it difficult to believe that this relationship can go anywhere. Johnny is straight, and Rich isn’t prepared to deal with the heartache he knows will come his way in the future. He has enough on his plate as it is – the Worlds are just around the corner, his father would rather watch a football game than spend time watching his son dive…. What he doesn’t count on is Johnny, who can be very determined. And having Johnny in his life proves to be a catalyst for some pretty earth-shattering changes.

Rich shut his alarm off quickly as he tried not to wake his roommate. He was told in no uncertain terms that his 5:30 wake-up time was not conducive to their living arrangements. He pulled on a pair of nylon athletic shorts and picked up his gym bag before slipping quietly out of his dorm room. Walking down the hallway he pulled on a tank-top T-shirt that he’d picked up on his way out.

He liked going to the weight room in the early mornings. There was rarely anyone there, which was the way Rich liked it. He hated having to compete for equipment with the other jocks, especially the football guys. They always thought they took precedence over everyone else. Another reason he didn’t care for football or the players.

Before he opened the double doors that led into the weight room he heard the clank of one of the weight machines being used. This was only the second time in four years that he’d run into another person at this time of day. He peeked through the small window to see who it was before he entered. The only thing he could see was a big guy with his back to Rich and the door, as he did triceps extensions, his grey T-shirt wet with sweat. Rich hesitated briefly before pushing through the double doors.

Rich made his way to the leg press machine. He noticed that the guy, his back still to him, had ear-buds in, so he didn’t hear him come in, which was fine with Rich. He got busy with his own work out, paying no attention to the other guy in the room.

After his third repetition, Rich moved to the leg extension machine. As he draped his towel over the back of the machine, he looked up and his eyes locked with those of Johnny Milloway in the mirror. The big man’s eyes widened. He nodded quickly and looked away. Rich thought he may have blushed, but then he could have just been flushed because of the massive amount of weight he was curling, his biceps bulging.

Neither man spoke to the other. There wasn’t another instance of eye contact either. Rich had the feeling that Johnny Milloway was purposefully avoiding any contact with him, which made him slightly uneasy.

Rich finished up his leg work out and went into the locker room. He stuck to his routine of only working one body part at a time, then a quick shower before going back to his dorm room to pick up his books for whatever class he had that morning. He had made it a point to do as many morning classes as possible so that it would leave his afternoons free for the pool.

He preferred the athletic locker room here to the one at the aquatic center. This one reminded him of high school. The air was heavy with the smell of sweaty men with their dirty socks and soaked jock straps, always a major turn on for him. The only smell at the aquatic center was that of chlorine. Rich leaned against the beige tiles with his hands, his eyes closed, letting the lukewarm water cascade over his shoulders and back. He jumped when he heard another showerhead turn on.

Looking over he saw Johnny Milloway, his knees bent as his face pointed up into the spray, his head obviously higher than the shower head. Rich’s mouth hung open as he watched the water sleuth over his body through the dark hair that covered the massive muscles. The young man had very little body fat but he must have easily weighed in at two hundred and fifty pounds. His eyes dropped and Rich’s stomach tightened. Johnny Milloway’s cock and balls hung low, water pouring off his genitals. The kid was very well hung. The big football jock happened to look up, his eyes locking with Rich’s. He quickly turned his back to Rich, giving him a view of his perfect, fur-covered butt.

Rich felt the familiar tingle in his nuts and knew that if he continued to stare, he would end up with a full blown hard on, a definite breech of shower protocol. Wasting no time, he finished up his shower and hurriedly left the shower room and the football star behind. If he was fast enough he could get out of there before the freshman was finished showering.

He was tying his shoes when the biggest feet he’d ever seen came into view. Looking up slowly, he let his gaze travel up the thick calves, past the wet towel cinched around the hips, the hairy taut abdomen and then finally to the massive pectorals, the nipple barely visible through the dense fur. Rich couldn’t even see past the man’s huge chest muscles to his face unless he sat up straight, which he did.

“Ummm… can we talk, Rich?”

The voice was rich and deep, almost a whisper, but so powerful it made Rich’s insides vibrate.

“You know me?” Rich was more than slightly surprised.

“Of course. Wanna grab a coffee? You got time?” the big guy asked.

“Yeah, sure. I got time,” Rich answered, puzzled as to why this big jock would want to talk to him.

“Thanks. I’ll just get dressed. Be ready in a minute.”

Rich stood by the exit with his gym bag slung over his shoulder, wondering how this guy knew him. He didn’t have long to think about it.

“Um…. I’m ready.” The deep voice behind Rich made him jump.

“Starbuck’s okay?” Rich asked. “That’s the closest.”

“How about the Union Center, it’s free there,” Johnny Milloway suggested.

“Sure, that’s fine. There shouldn’t be many people there this time of the morning.” His response was a nod, nothing more.

It was a short walk. Neither said anything. They got their coffees and found a table off in a corner. Rich had been right, they practically had the entire place to themselves.

Rich looked at the big guy across from him. He had to admit, he liked the short, well-trimmed beard that made Johnny’s lips seem so damned kissable.

“So…I don’t think we’ve ever actually met,” Rich said, starting off. “I’m Rich Miller.” Rich extended his hand.

“Um…no, we’ve never been introduced,” Johnny said as he took Rich’s hand. His big hand made the diver’s all but disappear.

“Was there something in particular that you wanted to talk about, Johnny? It is Johnny Milloway, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” the freshman said, blushing wildly.

Rich would never have thought, Who knew this big guy would be so shy?

Johnny took a big sip of his coffee and grimaced.

“Yeah, the coffee here isn’t the best, but it is free.” Rich chuckled at his expression. “So what did you want to talk about?”

“Well…I never…it’s just that I’ve always wanted to talk to you.”

“Really? What about?” Rich was even more curious now and more than a little surprised.

“You saved my life, and I never got the chance to thank you,” Johnny whispered, blushing even harder.

“Huh? I did? When?”

“I was twelve and it was at the Oak Ridge public pool one summer. I guess I was tired or something, but anyway, I started going under and you saved me.” Johnny looked up briefly before looking back down into his cup of black coffee. “I always wanted to…you know…say thanks personally.”

Rich thought back to that day. It was the only time that he actually thought he’d saved someone’s life. Sure, there had been other incidences where he’d helped people at the pool during the four years that he’d worked there, but there had only been the one kid that he remembered saving and here he was, sitting in front of him, all grown up.

“Wow, I do remember,” Rich said in awe. “You were just a little skinny kid.”

Johnny looked up with a slightly sideways grin. “Yeah, I guess I kinda grew up.”

Rich busted out laughing. “Kinda? Shit man, you’re huge.”

“Yeah, I did grow a lot these past few years.” Johnny was still blushing widely. “Anyway, thank you.”

“Oh. Yeah, well, you’re more than welcome, but I can thank you too.”

Johnny jerked his head up. “Thank me?”

“Yeah, because of you I had a summer job all through high school.” Rich grinned broadly.

Johnny matched his grin, but didn’t say anything.

“Now here you are, all grown up—which is an understatement— and a star football player,” Rich said, trying to avoid an awkward silence.

“Yeah, but nothing compared to you.” Johnny quickly replied. “You’re going to the Olympics.”

Rich’s mouth dropped open. “You know about my diving?”

“Hell yeah,” Johnny said. “Your triple twist with a somersault at the end is amazing. I bet you nail that quad next time, too.”

Rich sat there in total shock, unable to say a word.

“Uh, you want some more coffee, Rich?”

Rich looked down at his nearly empty cup. “Oh…yeah…sure.”

Johnny took both mugs for a refill, leaving Rich to meander through the information he’d just received. This big guy has followed my diving career and I saved his life. Too much.

“Here ya go. You did take two creams, right?” Johnny said, sitting the coffee down.

“Yeah, thanks, Johnny.” Rich quickly caught on that Johnny had remembered how many creamers he took.

“You’re welcome,” Johnny said with that almost silly sideways grin.

“Hey, Johnny, why were you in the weight room so early?” Rich asked after emptying the two small cream containers into his coffee.

“I like working out when there aren’t a lot of people around. I’m not much one for crowds.”

“Yeah, same here. Which is why I try and get there early.”

“You think you might like to work out together?” Johnny asked, the color rising in his cheeks.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve never had a workout buddy before. Might make me push a little harder.”

Johnny grinned wider.

The rest of the conversation was mostly about people they’d known in high school, teachers and coaches back then. Once they’d finished their coffees, they walked out of the Student Union Center where they ran into a group of some of Johnny’s teammates.

“Hey, Milloway, why you hangin’ out with the sissy diving boy?” one of the big players jeered.

Before Rich could say anything Johnny Milloway picked up the other player by the front of his shirt and slammed him into the doors of the Student Union Center. “You are not allowed to say anything. You are not even allowed to speak to him, got it?” Johnny’s voice was low but full of menace.

“Damn, dude. Chill,” the guy said, his hands in the air. “Didn’t mean to insult your boyfriend.”

Johnny growled, the sound almost primeval as he picked the guy up and threw him against the brick wall next to the door, making his head bounce off the hard surface.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Milloway!” one of the other players said as he tried to pull Johnny off the stunned guy he’d just body slammed. “Back off, man. Let him go. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

Breathing hard, Johnny let the guy go and he slid down the wall to the ground. When Johnny turned around Rich’s breath hitched. There was a fire in the man’s face that he would never have imagined could have been there from the shy guy he’d just had coffee with.

Johnny stared at the remaining four football players, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. “This guy saved my life when I was a kid, and none of you, and I mean none of you will disrespect him. Got it?”

“Oh fuck, man, we didn’t know,” another player said, backing off. “We got it, no problem, Dragon.”

“You just spread the word. You fuck with Rich Miller, you fuck with me.” Johnny bellowed.

Webb, one of the receivers that Rich knew about, picked up his buddy and started helping him walk away.

“We’ll spread the word, Dragon, you…just chill out man,” another said, backing away, leaving Rich alone with Johnny.

Rich stood there stunned for a moment, and then he started to get mad. “What the fuck, man?”

Johnny looked at him, his eyes still blazing, his breathing still rapid.

“Are you crazy?” Rich asked as he walked up to the hulk. “What’d ya go and do all that shit for?”

Now it was Johnny’s turn to look surprised. “I…I…wanted—“

“You wanted what?” Rich poked him in the chest. “Man, I don’t need this kinda shit.”

Rich turned on his heel and started to walk off.

“Rich… please?” It was the soft deep voice that he now associated with the non-crazy, shy Johnny Milloway.

“Hey, listen, asshole, I don’t need you or anyone else defending me,” Rich said as he continued to walk away.

“But… they were calling you gay and shit.” Johnny trailed behind him.

Rich stopped and slowly turned around to face the big man. “Just an FYI, dumbass, I am gay. So you run along now with your buddies and forget about it. Okay?”

And with that he walked away, leaving Johnny Milloway standing there apparently dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open.


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Max Vos is a classically trained chef with over 30 years of food service experience. After retiring in 2011, Max found himself with time on his hands and was urged to turn his talents to writing. ‘Cooking English’, a short story, now part of his anthology collection, Inappropriate Roads, is now available. My Hero was his first novel, which turned into an international best seller. Max now has a total of six completed novels, which are listed on his website, along with the entire Memories Series. My Hero: The Olympian, the sequel to My Hero was released late last year.

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Christopher Wild by Kathe Koja X04


ISBN: 978-1-938263-30-9 ebook    ISBN: 978-1-938263-29-3 hardcover


Three lives. One man.

Christopher Marlowe was the first rock star poet, a spy, an atheist, a gay rebel whose controversial plays thrilled audiences and challenged the government.  CHRISTOPHER WILD is Kathe Koja’s new novel, a daring remix of eras—the glitter and threat of Elizabethan England, a grimy mid-20th century, and a dark near-future of constant surveillance—as Marlowe loves and fights and writes his way through every dangerous age.

And CHRISTOPHER WILD is a unique bespoke project from Roadswell Editions. Eager readers joined in with early support, receiving excerpts and research notes as the book came to life. The novel has two editions, in limited hardcover and ebook, echoing Marlowe’s double life as a private writer and a very public figure.

Kathe Koja says, “I’ve been a Marlowe fangirl since I first met his incendiary plays and delicious poetry. And not only does he write like an angel, and speak truth to power, he does it with a cigarette in hand and a lover on his arm—this man is fun.”

Koja’s award-winning work spans multiple genres, from historical to horror to YA novels to immersive performance events, and has been called “powerful” (The New York Times), “riveting” (Publishers Weekly), and “hardcore” (The Village Voice).

For more information on CHRISTOPHER WILD, or to request a galley, contact Christopher Schelling



Few writers have the brilliance and versatility of Koja. I’ve just bought my bespoke edition.  –  CORY DOCTOROW, author of WALKAWAY

Kathe Koja illuminates how the raw and vital essence of Marlowe has persisted down the centuries.  – SARAH MILLER, author of CAROLINE

In CHRISTOPHER WILD, Koja has done more than re-imagine Marlowe—she has channeled him, wholly, ferociously, onto the page. Transcendent, essential, Christopher Wild IS Kit. The king is dead: long live the king.

                                                 – MARYSE MEIJER, author of HEARTBREAKER


Revival Blog Tour: Waiting For Rain by Susan Mac Nicol

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Title: Waiting For Rain
Author: Susan Mac Nicol
Release Date: February 24th 2014
Published by: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: MM Contemporary Romance



The village of Stamford, the quintessential chocolate box English scene, seemed an impossible dream for foster kid Toby Prentiss. Now he’s found a home among the haystacks and village fairs as the general manager for the Duck and Drake Hotel. With the fears and demons from his youth hidden away in this bucolic oasis, he’s very protective of who he lets in. Until he stumbles across shirtless carpenter Rain Engel building the hotel’s new custom-designed bar.

Working in the countryside, Rain prepared to face his biggest fear: sheep. He didn’t expect to deal with his second biggest fear: commitment. Toby’s controlled, tough guy façade coupled with his “find happiness where you can” optimism calls to Rain like nothing before. While Rain may be an exhibitionist, his romantic history forces him to hold his emotions close. As their relationship develops, secrets from their pasts drive a wedge between them: the ex-boyfriend who tore apart Rain’s trust and Toby’s history with the law. But can the secrets hiding among the quirky villagers bring them together? With missing sheep, pole dancing at the winter festival, and a crippling drought, everyone is waiting for Rain.


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I finished washing my hands and dried them on my shirt. I was conscious this was the first time we’d actually been alone together, just the two of us. I motioned to the wooden hut in the corner of the garden. “What’s that place?”

He looked puzzled. “It’s a garden shed. We keep the mowers and stuff in there, along with other odds and ends.”

I smiled slowly.

Yep, it was definitely big enough for what I had in mind. I moved over to him and grabbed his hand, feeling a surge of excitement. He looked startled as I pulled him toward the shed. “Come on. Follow me.” Reaching the shed, I pushed open the door. The musty smell of mown grass, what smelled like garlic, probably from the fennel that grew wild, and a general miasmic air of neglect permeated the small but adequate room.

“What the hell are you doing?” Toby sounded apprehensive. His eyes darted everywhere as he looked around the garden.

“Getting us some ‘us’ time.” I manhandled him into the small room, which barely gave us room to breathe, let alone move, and shut the door behind us. His eyes widened, his breathing getting deeper. His mouth parted as if he was about to say something, and once again I took it as an invitation. I pulled him to me, desperate to taste him. He moaned into my mouth as his tongue touched mine, and I lost it. I slammed him against the wooden frame so hard the implements hung on the wall rattled. His mouth got hungrier, and he pushed me back, shoving me against the opposite wall fiercely.

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About the Author

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Susan Mac Nicol is a self-confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek, nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long-suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.

Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She’s also Editorial Manager at, an online LGBTQ e-zine, and she’s a Charity Board trustee at in London.

She’s passionate about research for her books and has stayed in a circus, taken lessons from a blind person on how it feels to be non-sighted, and travelled to a lighthouse with maintenance crew to see first-hand what it’s like inside. She’s also writing a screen play with a Hollywood actor named Nicholas Downs, with a view to taking her latest release, Sight Unseen, to the big screen.

All in all, she’s happy with her lot and loves that you love to read her books.

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Happy Release Day! The Bone of Our Fathers by Elin Gregory


The Bones of Our Fathers

By Elin Gregory

Available 1st August 2017 from Manifold Press

Approx 79,500 words

ISBN  9781908312549



Malcolm Bright, brand new museum curator in a small Welsh Border town, is a little lonely until – acting as emergency archaeological consultant on a new housing development – he crosses the path of Rob Escley, aka Dirty Rob, who makes Mal’s earth move in more ways than one.

Then Rob discovers something wonderful, and together they must combat greedy developers and a treasure hunter determined to get his hands on the find. Are desperate measures justified to save the bones of our fathers? Will Dirty Rob live up to his reputation? Do museum curators really do it meticulously?

Answers must be found for the sake of Mal’s future, his happiness and his heart.

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As Mal trotted down the narrow stairs from the attic to the lower landing it suddenly occurred to him who might have been making Betty giggle and who she might trust enough to let them loose on the upper corridors of the museum. So he wasn’t altogether surprised to glimpse a yellow hard hat through the wrought iron of the bannisters.

“Hey.” Mal leaned over the rail and grinned as Rob looked up at him. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon. No pool table but I can make you a coffee.”

Rob gave him a beaming smile. “Tea and you’re on,” he said and followed Mal into the little room they had set aside as a staff kitchen.

Mal took a couple of mugs down from the cupboard and turned on the kettle. “I think I thanked you all for last Thursday, didn’t I? It was good fun.”

“Yeah,” Rob’s grin sounded in his voice but Mal turned to look at him anyway just for the pleasure of it. Rob had taken off his hard hat and put it on the window sill and was leaning against the edge of the window, hands in his pockets and looking out over the patch of grass and shrubs that was all the museum could afford of a garden these days. With his high vis jacket and coveralls undone to show a bright segment of printed tee shirt—Mal could see the “-oun-arm-lu” of “Young Farmer’s Club” and a bit of a bull logo—and with long legs in rigger boots crossed casually at the ankle, he looked both wildly out of place and very much at home. Mal really envied his ease. Here was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was confident of getting it.

And what he wants right now – apart from tea – is me!” Mal found that a very satisfying thought.

The kettle whistled and Mal poured the boiling water into the mugs, soaking the special pyramidal bags that Sharon insisted made much better tea than any other variety. Mal stooped to open the fridge.

“Milk?” Malcolm asked. “Sugar?” Rob had stopped looking out of the window and was watching Mal. Mal could feel it.

“I never say no to a bit of sugar. Bit o’ milk too. Just enough to take the edge off.”

Mal grinned and made the tea then turned and offered Rob his mug.

“Thanks,” Rob said then lifted the mug a bit to read the printing on the side. “Museum curators do it meticulously? Oh. My. God. I hope that’s true.”

Mal snorted. “It’s part of the job to keep the paperwork in good order.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Mal just smiled his agreement. “Come through to my office,” he suggested.


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Elin’s bio:

Elin Gregory lives in South Wales and has been making stuff up since she learned to talk. Writing has always had to take second place to work and family but, slowly, she is finishing the many novels on her hard drive and actually trying to do something useful with them.

Historical subjects predominate. She has written about ancient Greek sculptors, 18th century seafarers but also about modern men who change shape at will and how echoes of the past can be heard in the present. Heroes tend to be hard as nails but capable of tenderness when circumstances allow.

There are always new works on the go and she is currently writing more 1930s spies, adding to a series of contemporary romances and doing background reading for stories set in Roman Britain and in WW2.

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