🏳️‍🌈New Release

Title: Open Hearts
Series: Sater’s Creek Series
Author: Megs Pritchard
Genre: M/M Romance – Gay for You Romance
Release Date:

When an unexpected attraction occurs, what do you do?
Tucker Ozark loved having a good time. He loved women and his hardware business. He had no plans to settle down and liked his life the way it was: uncomplicated.
Until he met Rory.

Rory Doyle, the new Deputy Sheriff of Sater’s Creek had a busy life. A single father to Keegan he was fortunate to love his job and have a loving and supportive family behind him. When he met Tucker, Rory couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about him that gained his attention, but there was something.
A connection between them—a friendship that becomes more.

Neither of them had ever been interested in a man before. One thing was trying a new unexpected relationship. Dealing with the pitfalls that came with it, was another altogether.
When Tucker’s parents give him an ultimatum, he doesn’t know what to do. Risk losing his family or the one man who could end up meaning everything to him.
This is a gay for you, first time gay romance with some angst thrown in.

 
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Cover Reveal/Giveaway

Duet: High Tide/Island Side Duet
Series: Rock Stars, Surf and Second Chances
Author: Michelle Mankin
Genre: Rockstars/2nd Chance Romance
Release Date: July 2, 2019 & July 11, 2019
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Models: Megan Napolitan and Patrick Mullen
Cover Design: Michelle Preast from IndieBookCovers

Hollie Lesowski is a beautiful young actress locked in a legal battle with one of the most powerful and feared directors in Hollywood, a man who betrayed and hurt her, a man she mistakenly believed was her father.

Maximillian Cash is her bodyguard, a blond, blue-eyed giant sworn to protect her. Gentle despite his imposing presence, he seems to be just right for her. But can she trust him with her deepest secrets? 

Diesel Le is a rock star in her sister’s band. Devastatingly sexy and annoyingly arrogant, the former pro surfer from Hawaii delights in driving her and everyone else crazy. So, why does she have to continually remind herself to stay away from him?

Two uniquely handsome men tempt her. Both want to make her their own. But one is her employee, and the other is a confirmed player.

Will she be swept away by temptation?

High Tide and Island Side is a heart-twisting, gut-churning, page-turning, coming-of-age duet. It is a triangular second-chance love story with two compelling alpha males but no cheating. Romantic and suspenseful, it sparkles with the glitz of Hollywood, sizzles with the tropical heat of Hawaii, and steals your breath at times, but it will also make your spirit soar. 

Don’t miss High Tide and Island Side by New York Times bestselling author Michelle Mankin, the highly anticipated two-part conclusion to the Rock Stars, Surf and Second Chances series.

   

Michelle Mankin is the New York Times bestselling author of the Black Cat Records series of novels. 

Fall in love with a rock star. 

Love Evolution, Love Revolution, and Love Resolution are a BRUTAL STRENGTH centered trilogy,combining the plot underpinnings of Shakespeare with the drama, excitement, and indisputable sexiness of the rock ‘n roll industry. 

Things take a bit of an edgier, once upon a time turn with the TEMPEST series. These pierced,tatted, and troubled Seattle rockers are young and on the cusp of making it big, but with serious obstacles to overcome that may prevent them from ever getting there. 

Rock stars, myths, and legends collide with paranormal romance in a totally mesmerizing way in the MAGIC series. 

Get swept away by temptation in the ROCK STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series. 

Romance and self-discovery, the FINDING ME series is a Tempest spin off with a more experienced but familiar cast of characters. 

The ROCK F*CK CLUB series is a girl-power fueled reality show with the groupies choosing the rock stars. 

When Michelle is not prowling the streets of her Texas town listening to her rock or NOLA funk music much too loud, she is putting her daydreams down on paper or traveling the world with her family and friends, sometimes for real, and sometimes just for pretend.
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Chapter Reveal

When You Were Mine

Jordan Marie

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Synopsis

I loved a boy.

Gavin Lodge.

He was sweet, gentle, kind and he made me feel alive.

Letting him go was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life.

A hundred times I wished I had done things differently.

A thousand times I wished I had gone with him.

A million times I wished he had chosen me.

I didn’t. Neither did he.

Now he’s back.

No longer a boy, but a man.

I can’t love him.

It almost destroyed me once and I won’t let that happen again.

That should be the end of it.

And maybe it would have been…

If someone wasn’t trying to kill me…

Chapter 1 for Reveal

Gavin

I can see her standing there. I’m maybe ten yards in front of her, but it might as well be a million miles.

Luna Marshall.

The woman that has haunted me for years. The woman I left behind to start over. I’m sure she hated me back then. Hell, even now, thirteen years later, she probably still hates me. I can’t blame her. I hate myself for leaving her.  

I don’t want to, but I take a step toward her.

And then another.

It actually becomes automatic, my body moving without me telling it to. Of course, whenever I got near Luna, gravity seemed to pull me to her. That apparently hasn’t changed through the years.

She’s maybe ten feet in front of me now, and I can see her so clearly that it’s a little painful.

Luna hasn’t changed much over the years. Her body has filled out more, matured, rounded from girl to woman. Her golden blonde hair is shorter, falling just to her shoulders. Some things always remain the same though. Even over the crowd, I can hear her voice. It’s as soft and sweet as I’ve always remembered.

“Gavin Lodge! Is that you?”

I see the exact moment that Luna hears my name. She looks up and it’s all written there on her face.

Shock.

Fear.

Anger.

Hurt.

Thirteen years and still every bit of that is written on her face. Thirteen years is not enough to make her forget.

To make either one of us forget.

“That’s me, Wally. How in the hell are you?” I ask, pulling my gaze from Luna to look at the man I once considered my best friend.

“Doing good,” he says, stepping back and his arm loosely goes around Luna. Her body language reads stiff, but after a moment she relaxes.  “Just had my second child,” he says.

That feels like a fucking sucker punch. Wally and Luna?  I never saw that coming. I would have never guessed it and it feels bitter in my gut.

“Luna, how are you?” I ask.

I’ve been alternately dreading this moment and looking forward to it. I’ve definitely been dreaming about it, but those dreams have turned into nightmares on more than one occasion.

“Gavin. We heard you were coming back into town.”

“Yeah. I go where the case takes me,” I tell her and it’s not a lie, I do. I just never planned on it bringing me full circle—never planned on it bringing me to Luna’s doorstep.

“It’s still hard to believe you’re an FBI man,” Wally laughs.

“Been one for a lot of years,” I tell him.  “I hate like hell that I have to be in Stone Lake for work, though.”

That’s the truth.

The God’s honest truth.  

“I heard that. I hope you manage to get them, before they strike again.”

I say nothing. There’s not much to say to that. Everyone knows why I’m here. This serial killer has garnered national attention for months. He’s created havoc in three states and we still haven’t caught him. I never dreamed he’d end up in Stone Lake, but then I’ve never had the best of luck.

“You’re looking good, Luna,” I tell her. It’s a stupid thing to say, but I can’t not say it.

Her body jolts. I see it before she takes a second to lock it down.

“I’ll see you around, Wally,” she says not bothering to reply to me. “Tell Meghan to call me.”

“Will do, honey. See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” she says. Then, she surprises me by turning around to look at me. “Goodbye, Gavin.”

She walks away like that, with her head held high and I let her go, because I fucking lost the right to ask her to stay thirteen years ago… when I was the one to walk away.

“You two aren’t married?” I ask Wally, because that’s the one thing my brain latches onto during their exchange.

“What? Oh hell. Not at all. Luna would get a kick out of you saying that though. Her and my Meghan are close though.”

“Meghan?”

“My wife, you probably don’t remember her. She went to school with us, but didn’t hang around with the same crowd. Her and Luna have grown close, especially since our kids are in school together.”

The hits just keep coming. This one harder, more intense, and the burn nearly cripples me.

Luna has a child.

I knew it would be a possibility, but I didn’t want it. Years of experience keeps my voice steady and my face void of any reaction.

“Luna has a kid now. Hard to believe,” I rub my face, wishing I didn’t know. That will be another small piece of knowledge that will haunt me long after I leave Stone Lake in the dust.

“Yeah, Josh is a good kid, too. Luna and Attie did good.”

“Attie?” I ask, the name squeezing something inside of me that I thought was frozen a long time ago.

“Yeah. Fuck.  You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“Attie… Shit, man.”

My brother. Atticus. Luna and my brother. I thought the other blows were bad, but this one is harder than all of those combined and they don’t hit me…

They rip through me.

“I didn’t know,” I tell Wally and I don’t think I keep emotion out of my voice this time. I can’t.

“Her and Atticus were living together when he died. I can’t believe you didn’t know,” Wally says, not realizing he just lodged the punch that has enough power to bring me to my knees.

“You remember my brother and I didn’t get along. I didn’t bother to stay in touch with him once I left,” I tell him, leaving it at that.

“That’s tough, man. I guess I just assumed that changed with age. Though, I knew you didn’t come to Atticus’s funeral, but we all heard how you were in the hospital. They said you almost died.”

“Over exaggeration,” I answer, completely lying. I touch the scar on my side—the one that almost killed me. The one that I was glad was there, if only because it gave me an excuse to stay away from Stone Lake back then. It’s also the one delivered by the very serial killer I’m here to catch. Life, it seems, is big on irony.

“I better get, Wally. I need to report to the local police department in the morning and introduce myself. Then, I need to start hunting this asshole and see where the clues take me.”

“Yeah. Uh… Gavin, there’s something you might should know, man.”

“What’s that?”

“Luna Marshall is the Mayor of Stone Lake,” he says.  

The hits just keep coming…

I should have known. I read briefly through the file and there were press clippings released by the local mayor. For some reason, Mayor Marshall and Luna Marshall didn’t click together.

This is not good news. I don’t deal well with bureaucracy and I knew just reading through the file I’d be expected to work with the Mayor closely.

My plan had been to avoid Luna while I was here.

So much for planning….

🏳️‍🌈Book Tour

Title: Murder Most Lovely
Series: Lacetown Murder Mysteries: Case One
Author: Hank Edwards and Deanna Wadsworth
Genre: M/M Mystery Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2019
Dreamspinner

Southern Babes Book Blog – “This is the first book I’ve read by these authors, and I’m excited to read more. Very well written. Loved the mystery and suspense. Along with some laughs and great banter.”

Joyfully Jay – “If you like a little romance and fun with your mystery novel, then Murder Most Lovely is the story for you. Edwards and Wadsworth make a formidable team and create a story that is rich in humor and long on romance. I cannot wait for the next installment in this series.”

Bayou Book Junkie – “Murder Most Lovely is the first book I’ve read from either of these authors, and sometimes I’m a little leery about trying new authors, but I’m a sucker for murder mysteries. I’m glad I went out of my comfort zone!”

Lacetown Murder Mysteries: Case One

A killer at a small-town literary festival. Bumbling drug dealers. A kidnapped cat. Starting a romance among all this chaos might be the death of them.

Michael Fleishman is excited to meet his favorite mystery writer, Russell Withingham, at Lacetown’s Literary Fest. He is not expecting to cross paths with sexy hairdresser Jasper “Jazz” Dilworth—or become embroiled in a real-life mystery. As Lacetown’s only mortician and the county coroner, Michael is called to his first murder scene and is shocked to recognize the victim—Russell’s young lover.

Jazz only wanted to confront his ex, Russell, over his cheating. Instead, he meets the adorably awkward Michael and becomes a murder suspect. Soon Jazz is teaming up with Michael to clear his name. Along the way, they are helped and hindered by Michael’s sassy assistant, Kitty, the grumpy Sheriff Musgrave, Russell’s creepy PR rep, Norbert, and Michael’s lothario grandfather, who likes his manhattans strong and his women saucy. And of course, Mr. Pickles Furryton the Third….



Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served multiple board positions at her local RWA chapter and is the current President 2017 for Rainbow Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

Hank Edwards has been writing gay fiction for more than twenty years. He has published over thirty novels and dozens of short stories. His writing crosses many sub-genres, including romance, rom-com, contemporary, paranormal, suspense, mystery, and wacky comedy. He has written a number of series such as the suspenseful Up to Trouble, funny and spooky Critter Catchers, Old West historical horror of Venom Valley, and erotic and funny Fluffers, Inc. No matter what genre he writes, Hank likes to keep things steamy and heartfelt. He was born and still lives in a northwest suburb of the Motor City, Detroit, Michigan, where he shares a home with his partner of over 20 years and their two cats.

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🏳️‍🌈Book Tour/Excerpt

Title: Flipped
Author: K. Sterling
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2019

It’s Roan O’Shea’s world and we’re just here for the ride. And what a ride it is…

After a lifetime of living in fear (and by other people’s rules), Roan’s determined to use his ill-gotten talents and money to turn the quaint, quiet town of Sanctuary Mills into his own little slice of heaven. Living under the alias Flynn Gallagher, Roan is on a mission to undo the evil of his past, and win the hearts of his new neighbors, by spreading his own brand of joy and light. But, just when Roan thinks he’s pulled off the ultimate con, an FBI agent, a murder, and a mystery threaten to expose his past and his intricate web of identities and secrets.

It takes a special breed of criminal, and a massive set of steel-plated testicles, to pull off a Ponzi scheme targeting organized crime’s heaviest hitters. Agent Sherman Mathis has spent months hunting for Cillian McGregor, and every lead has been a dead end. Except Flynn Gallagher. The jet-setting wine enthusiast and blogger is the only victim of McGregor’s baffling scam who isn’t dead, in jail, or slammed a door in Sherman’s face, but he’s not the perfect source our agent was hoping for, once they finally meet. Sherman’s hopes for a lead vanish immediately and he begins to suspect Flynn is hiding something deeper and bigger than McGregor.

A small town like Sanctuary Mills should be child’s play for a master strategist and showman like Roan, but he learns the stakes are higher when his heart starts calling the shots. This time, he’s got his sights set on the ultimate prize and Roan won’t rest until he’s won Sherman’s trust, and his heart. He’s just got to solve a murder, come clean, and flip a Federal Agent.
*Flipped is a sequel to Snatched and can be read alone but will contain many Snatched spoilers!
     “Wow.” Sherman whistled as he passed Gallagher’s house then parked in the driveway across the street to be discreet. “Is he having a party?” He wondered as he got out and pretended to check his phone as he lingered in the neighbor’s driveway. Lights flashed from the upstairs windows and music swelled from Gallagher’s house. Sherman glanced at the house behind him but all the lights were off and there wasn’t another house for miles so he hurried to the end of the drive then dashed across the street. He ducked behind Gallagher’s Mercedes then made his way around a stunning silver vintage Jaguar E-Type. There was a blood-curdling shriek from inside the house and Sherman turned and ducked then sprinted along the rose bushes as he made his way to the stone path to the front door and up the porch steps. There was another shriek and Sherman was sure it was a woman as he pressed his shoulder against the door and listened. The music was electric and grinding and the beat slammed in time with Sherman’s heartbeat.
    “Nooooo!” She wailed before there was a deafening Pop! Then Pop! Pop! and Sherman gasped as he checked the handle. The door swung open and Sherman cautiously leaned over the threshold.
    “Hello?” He called but it didn’t carry over the music as he stepped into the foyer. The flashing lights and music were coming from upstairs and he couldn’t see anyone but he pulled his gun from his holster as he made his way toward the steps. The house was bright and modern but elegant, like an expensive hotel suite. Sherman climbed the clear, winding staircase, past a massive Venetian glass chandelier that looked like rain then took a quick glance at the hall to make sure it was clear. It was empty and the double doors at the end were open. The music became more frenetic and Sherman’s pulse raced as he rushed toward the doors with his gun ready. He reached the bedroom and heard a loud sob as he leaned to take a quick look around the door. A second woman moaned from the direction of the bed and Sherman froze as he stared. Gallagher was being ridden by two stunning women. A black woman with long blue hair was grinding on Gallagher’s face as she kissed and fondled the curvy redhead bouncing on his cock. Neither were armed or appeared to have been shot. Sherman realized the threesome was being projected onto the wall behind the bed just as hard, sweet fumes hit his nose and his eyes burned and rolled.
    “You should have rung the doorbell!” Gallagher sang in Sherman’s ear as something soft was pressed against his face. Sherman felt very drunk and too light as his legs buckled before the world turned into bright colors then faded.
    “Schnostopitdit!” Sherman spluttered as his head snapped up and he was heavy and nauseous as his eyes rolled hard.
    “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” a warm, smooth voice drawled and it smelled like whiskey and cinnamon but Sherman didn’t like the way it echoed and how sour his stomach felt. “Come on. Wake up,” he said before he slapped Sherman’s cheek. It made Sherman’s head vibrate but he couldn’t feel his face.
    “Whaaaaat…dyooooudooo?” He slurred as he pulled with his upper body but his arms were caught behind his back. Sherman tugged as his eyes fought to focus and they crossed as they watered but he could make out a face with dark hair and a beard. “Gallllllaghaaaaah,” he struggled and there was a soft laugh as Sherman shook his head to clear it but it just made his stomach heave.
    “Uh oh… Need a bucket?” Gallagher asked and Sherman grunted as he shook his head a little less aggressively and took a deep breath. He beat back the waves of nausea and the room became clearer around him then squirmed as Gallagher leaned in closer until they were nearly nose to nose. “You know who I am but who are you? A shitty hitman or a lousy cop?” He asked and Sherman was still dizzy and a little floaty but Gallagher’s soft green eyes were just as intoxicating as the ether as they searched his. They were teasing and too clever as Gallagher waited for Sherman to recover.
    “Cop,” he pushed out and Gallagher hummed thoughtfully.
    “You move like a cop but I didn’t see a badge or any credentials,” he said and Sherman groaned as his shoulder started to ache.
    “Car. Visor,” he said and Gallagher’s lips pulled into a wide grin. It was full of laughter and his eyes were hypnotizing and Sherman was very aware of how good Gallagher smelled and that he was only wearing a pair of jeans.
    “Don’t go anywhere,” he ordered as he stood and Sherman snorted.
     “I’ll wait here,” he managed before Gallagher gave his hair a playful ruffle, making Sherman’s ears ring as everything swayed around him. He was handcuffed and slouched against the bedroom door. The music was off and just the lamps were on but Gallagher’s movie was still playing. Sherman squinted at the wall until he could see who was doing what and his eyes widened as his head tilted. Gallagher was in the middle and the redhead was wearing a strap-on.
    “God, I had so much fun in Amsterdam,” Gallagher said as he wandered back into the room. He was flipping through Sherman’s cards and his wallet was tucked under his arm. “Agent Sherman Mathis,” he announced then cleared his throat. “Of the FBI,” he added solemnly then snorted. “I don’t know who sent you but I can pay you way more if you skip the bullshit and start talking now.” He tossed Sherman’s wallet and cards between his legs then squatted in front of him. Sherman’s face scrunched as he kept his gaze on Gallagher’s chin, he couldn’t think if he stared at his eyes.
    “The Bureau sent me,” he stated and Gallagher sighed as he shook his head.
    “And you came in here like that? Knowing I could be armed and dangerous?” He replied dubiously and Sherman frowned at him.
    “I didn’t have any reason to believe anyone would be armed and dangerous until I heard a woman screaming and gunshots. Why would you be armed and dangerous?” He asked and Gallagher’s eyes narrowed.
    “Why have you been following me?” He demanded and Sherman’s face fell.
    “You knew?” He asked and Gallagher smirked.
    “You really are with the Bureau,” he said then dropped to his knees so he could shove his hand into his pocket. He retrieved a key then smiled sheepishly as he gestured for Sherman to turn around. Sherman scooted and twisted so Gallagher could unlock the handcuffs. “Sorry. I thought you were harmless until you followed me out of the airport. Then, you turned up in Sanctuary Mills and parked your shitty rental car across the street. I was sure you were here to kill me,” he explained and Sherman grunted in relief when the cuffs loosened and he was able to stretch and rotate his shoulders.
    “Why would someone want to kill you?” He asked and Gallagher shushed him.
    “You haven’t told me why you broke into my house. Unless you have a warrant somewhere,” he returned and Sherman’s head cocked forward.
    “The door was practically open and you made me think a woman was getting murdered,” he replied and Gallagher waved it off.
    “Get past that. You’ve been following me for weeks. Why?” He insisted and Sherman felt a little irritated but mostly confused.
    “How did you know and what do you mean I’m really with the Bureau?” He asked and Gallagher chuckled as he dropped onto his ass and pulled up his knees so he could rest his arms on them. He was boyish and there was a cocky kick at the corner of his lips that made Sherman anxious.
    “I look at a man like you and think ‘Not my father but I certainly wouldn’t mind pretending for a few nights.’ It’s going to take more than a baseball cap or glasses for you to slip past my radar the second and third time and that mustache and beard is like offering free Wi-Fi. You’re just asking me to sit there,” Gallagher said as he pointed at Sherman’s face. Sherman coughed as heat crept up his neck then shifted and pulled his knees up but it just made his jeans pinch in the worst places.
     “Could we try the ether again?” He muttered and Gallagher laughed as he leaned forward and offered his hand.
    “Call me Flynn. Why are you here, Agent Mathis?”
    “You can call me Sherman. Since I’ve seen your best work,” he said as he swung his chin at the bed and Flynn shook his head.
    “That wasn’t my best work. That was just a Tuesday,” he stated dismissively and rolled his hand so Sherman would continue. He pushed out a hard breath as he scooped up his cards then fixed his wallet.
    “I’m investigating Cillian McGregor and you’re the only living client of his who isn’t in jail or hasn’t refused to cooperate,” he explained and Flynn’s eyes went wide as his mouth pulled into an O.
    “Oooooook. You’re here about McGregor,” he said slowly then hopped to his feet. “I hate to disappoint you but I stopped doing business with him years ago,” Flynn added briskly as he offered Sherman a hand. He pulled him to his feet then hissed as he gave his arm a firm squeeze. “I’m sorry you’ve wasted so much time and so many clever disguises,” he said as he steered him out of the bedroom and Sherman shook his head.
    “I know. You’re one of the few investors who was able to recover your money and it sat until you bought that place on Crawford. Why did you give that woman the house?” He asked and Flynn paused before he turned to Sherman.
    “You know about the house?” He asked and Sherman nodded.
    “I was hoping you’d be able to help me find McGregor so I researched you as a source,” he admitted. Flynn told him to cut out the bullshit and any dreams Sherman had that he’d be a lead were quickly evaporating. Flynn nodded along as he guided him down the hall. Sherman stopped him. “Why did you give her the house?” He repeated and Flynn shrugged but there was a spark of something fierce in his eyes when Sherman was finally brave enough to meet them.
    “Because she needed it the most and I knew she’d do the most with it,” he said simply then ducked his head. “I’m sorry you wasted so much of your time. I might have a few old emails but you probably have the same phone numbers I do, if I even have any left on my contacts list,” he stated as he skipped down the steps and Sherman groaned as he followed.
    “How did you meet him?” He asked.
    “I can’t remember how, exactly. Everyone was giving him their money and I went in but I didn’t like him, once we met, so I backed out,” Flynn stated then shook his head. “The whole thing rubbed me the wrong way.”
    “Why?” Sherman asked then braced his hand on the door before Flynn could pull it open. “What about him rubbed you the wrong way? Do you know anyone who’s heard from him recently?” He asked but Flynn wasn’t appreciating how desperate he was.
    “God, it was so long ago. It was a lifetime away,” Flynn said firmly then held up a finger. “Can I ask? Why do you care this much? McGregor scammed gangsters and lowlifes,” he said and Sherman raised a brow at him.
    “And you,” he pointed out and Flynn laughed as he patted Sherman on the chest then stopped so his fingers could press into his pec.
    “Very nice, agent,” he observed then shook his head before he slid Sherman a rakish grin. “Trust me, I’m the last person you should worry about. I’m doing just fine,” he said then stared at Sherman as he waited for him to let go of the door. Sherman stared back and Flynn’s smile became wolfish as he stepped closer. “Unless there’s something else you’d like to…discuss,” he offered and Flynn’s eyes became deep and mesmerizing again before they slid down Sherman’s chest. Sherman’s body became warm and tight as he held still and waited for Flynn’s eyes to return to his. Sherman decided to call his bluff. He angled his head so their lips nearly touched. Flynn pulled in a deep breath and his chest pressed against Sherman’s as the air became hot and electric around them.
    “Why would someone want to kill you and why would I assume you’re armed and dangerous? And why do you keep that much ether on hand?” Sherman murmured. He was spellbound as Flynn laughed softly and Sherman suppressed a shiver as he felt it against his lips. This was why they were willing to risk it all for him.
    “I’ve been a bad boy, Sherman,” Flynn whispered and the taste of his breath made Sherman restless and hungry. “And ether’s a lot more fun in the bedroom than guns. Want to go back upstairs so you can try it out on me?” He suggested and Sherman’s head pulled back and his eyes flicked to the ceiling.
    “I’ll pass. That’s really dark,” he scolded and Flynn shrugged.
    “Just throwing stuff out there to see what you like. I’m very openminded,” he said but Sherman blinked back at him.
    “I’m not that kind of guy,” he said and Flynn hummed seductively as he leaned back and eyed him over.
    “Not that kind of guy or not that kind of gay?” He challenged and Sherman snorted.
    “Both,” he replied and Flynn made a sympathetic sound as he patted Sherman’s chest again.
    “Don’t sell yourself short,” he said and Sherman shook his head.
    “I’m not selling myself short,” he stated and Flynn hissed as he nodded but he stepped back, as if he was retreating.
    “A man who knows what he’s worth. I like that,” he said then waved at the door. “Lock that behind you. I’ve had a long day and I’m not in the mood for questions unless you’d like to ask them in the shower or while you’re drilling me,” he added as he turned and headed for the staircase. Sherman’s teeth dug into his lip as he watched Flynn unzip his jeans as he climbed.
    “Would you actually answer them?” He called after Flynn and heard him laugh. It was light and made Sherman’s stomach tickle.

    “No but it might be fun if you tried to make me,” Flynn replied and the waist of his jeans pulled lower as he reached the last few steps, revealing the crack of his ass and the swells of his cheeks. “I’ll see you later, agent,” he said and it faded as he turned the corner. Sherman leaned and stretched as he watched him go then shook his head. Flynn Gallagher was irresistible and inconceivably sexy up close and in person, but he was too fast and too reckless and too far beyond Sherman’s league or sexual comprehension. And Sherman just wasn’t doing that again. Especially with someone like Gallagher.

K. Sterling is just a very tired and anxious woman with a MacBook who writes to save her sanity. Writing also allows her to stay home and care for her dogs, Milo and the awful Otis, and one very abusive cat, Luna. K. has two teenage daughters who are the most teenage daughters to ever teenage and responsible for all of K.’s premature grey hairs. She also homeschools her teenage son, Alex. Alex has severe autism and is the inspiration behind K.’s most beloved character, Dr. Aiden Sharp. Before all this magical romance nonsense happened, K. served in the U.S. Army as a counterintelligence agent then went on to teach CI Investigations before changing careers and becoming a stay-at-home mom with Alex and the gang. K. has been married for many, many years to Mr. Sterling and he is currently leaving his very long career in counterintelligence to narrate his wife’s audiobooks. And other things.
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🏳️‍🌈New Release

Check out Devon McCormack’s new release‼️This looks amazing‼️🏳️‍🌈
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Synopsis:

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Pretty Thing–the moment Liam McKinney first uttered those words will be embedded in my mind forever.

He’s mysterious, intriguing…and off-limits since he’s my father’s friend.

Easier said than done.

The moment I laid eyes on the man with the dark eyes and intense stare, he awoke a primal hunger within me unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. For some time, I’ve been confused about my attraction toward men, but there’s no confusion when I look at him–just pure, unfettered desire to feel his body against mine, taste his flesh, breathe in his scent.

So many things an experienced man like Liam could show me.

But I don’t just want to sate my desire for his body–the physique of a Titan, those abs practically chiseled from stone, and one particular challenge that looks more than slightly intimidating…Yes, I want all that, but also so much more. To know everything about him. There’s something behind the facade he presents to the world. Sometimes, it’s as though I’m offered a glimpse behind the smokescreen–to who he really is. Yet it’s tricky to know the real Liam when he’s determined to keep his secrets.

I assumed he had a dark past.

But I didn’t realize he hadn’t left it behind and that I’d wind up roped into it–into a dangerous world so different from the one I’ve spent most my life living.

It’s a world of secrets, deception, and peril.

I quickly discover there’s a price to being with Liam McKinney.

But no price is too great when the reward is being the man in his arms and his heart.

Being his very own Pretty Thing.

*Pretty Things features two men who can’t get enough of each other, action/adventure involving secret government agencies and nefarious conspiracies, and sexy shenanigans that’ll make it impossible for you to forget you’re in a Devon McCormack novel. The book contains references to suicidal ideation and scenes of peril that could act as triggers for some readers.

 

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Release Blitz/Giveaway

Title: Jasper
Series: War & Piece Chronicles Book 2
Author: Cory Cyr
Genre: Romance/Mystery/Comedy (stand alone)
Release Date: May 3, 2019 
Jasper Kendrick… British, brooding, and dark, he hid his past when he came to work for Virgin Islands Personal Fitness. As the face of VIP, he keeps his bad-boy image buried beneath expensive designer suits and with copious amounts of sex. But even his wealth and good looks can’t drive out the demons that haunt him.

 

He couldn’t save them, but he can save her. Even so, it just maybe her that saves him.

 

Daisy Jones… Despite being born in Sweet Birch Hollow, the backwoods of Tennessee, she is a gifted country girl with formal degrees in all aspects of accounting. After becoming an FBI informant, she has to hide from her criminal husband, who wants her dead. On the run, she takes the position as a financial executive at VIP.

 

Her first meeting with Jasper is anything but cordial. But when the cold, mysterious man offers his protection, she can’t refuse, and when he all but moves her into his home—

 

It seems there may be more than a war brewing on the horizon.

 

 

 

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