🏳️‍🌈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
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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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🏳️‍🌈Book Tour

Title: Learning Curve
Author: Andi Jaxon
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: April 18, 2019

Alister Bennet
Loyal, reliable… predictable even, I’ve always done what’s expected of me. Stay out of trouble, get my teaching degree and build a respectable career as a college professor. The job comes with a long list of rules and at the top of that list is no fraternizing with students. Following the rules seemed easy enough, until a dark, tortured boy sat outside my office waiting for me. His voice told me it was his grade he was worried about, but the deep onyx pools of his eyes told me more as they shook the solid ground I’d always stood on. 
 
Am I willing to risk my career, my carefully built reputation, to help one so filled with pain I can taste it?
Benjamin Wallace
Rejected, abused, and abandoned my entire life, all I’ve ever wanted was to be accepted, loved even. I thought going to college on a scholarship would be my ticket out of hell, but nothing good ever comes without a price. As graduation nears I find myself drawn to the mysterious professor like a moth to a flame. Just one meeting with the man that has been staring in my dreams has my soul screaming for him to hold me, comfort me. A relationship isn’t just frowned upon, it’s forbidden, but the heart doesn’t always know the difference. 
 
Can I trust my mangled heart in his perfect life when my past repeats itself or will he destroy what is left of me? 
 
*Author’s note: This is an MM teacher-student romance with themes including abuse and kidnapping. This story ends with a HEA.*
 

Laundry Librarian – “Have you ever been touched by a story so deeply, the feelings it draws out of you linger for weeks, months or even years after finishing it? Learning Curve was that kind of book for me.”

The Little Bookworm – “I love a great forbidden romance and Learning Curve is definitely now on the top of that list for me.”

A Book Lover’s Emporium Book Blog – “Forbidden? Teacher/student? M/M? Oh HELL YEAH! This book has all my favourite things!”


From Dyslexic kid with a love of Algebra to a published author, no one is more surprised to find me here, than I am. I love to write about tortured pasts and hot sex, a happily ever after that has to be worked for. My stories tend to be a little dark but with some comic relief, typically in the form of sarcasm.


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🏳️‍🌈Release Blitz/Giveaway

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
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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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🏳️‍🌈Cover Reveal/Pre-Order

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!

 

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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🏳️‍🌈Book Tour/Excerpt

Title: Snatched
Author: K. Sterling
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2019

Goodreads ➜ “One hell of a fun read! I can’t wait for Roan’s book #grabbyhands”


OMGReads ➜ “The characters were very well thought out and the story line was great.”


Goodreads ➜ “Delicious….From the moment that Dilan kidnaps Jake this book just gets better and better.”

 
The fall of a powerful gangster is just the beginning…
 
It was just another crime scene and just another body as a turf war gripped the city but things take a shocking turn when Dr. Jake Tyler is abducted and the body stolen. Determined to restore his reputation and solve a crime without a body, Jake risks his life and career when he battles wits with the elusive and merciless head of an Irish crime family. Too stubborn to back down and take the loss, he’s determined to get answers and see justice served.
 
Sometimes, too much power is the hardest curse to break and Dilan O’Shea is trapped when his father goes into witness protection. Dilan’s devotion to his baby brother and fear for his family forces him into a life of deception and crime. The murder he’s determined to hide is the least dangerous of his secrets. It’s just another piece of the deadly high-stakes game Dilan’s playing when he snatches the snarky, hardheaded medical examiner.
 
Jake can’t keep his mind off the brutal mobster and the investigation gets complicated when they can’t stay out of each other’s way or keep their hands off each other. Dilan gets more than he bargained for and he has no choice but to trust a man he kidnapped at gunpoint. Can two men from opposite sides of the law solve a mystery together or will their inescapable passion cost them everything?
            “Can you really separate the man and brother from the murderous criminal?” Jake asked himself as he climbed the steps of his stoop then unlocked his door. He might help Dilan for the right reasons but at the end of the day, he was still helping the head of a brutally violent crime family. What if Jake found Bannon’s murderer but discovered proof that Dilan was a monster in the process? What if Jake was another one of the O’Shea brother’s victims and this was one of Roan’s con jobs? “You treated him like a patient. It was the right thing to do,” Jake reassured himself then pushed out a long, groaning breath. “Maybe I did the right thing then but what about the rest?” Jake wondered as he dropped his keys in the bowl and hung his coat on the hook.
            “You’ll drop this now, if you know what’s good for you,” Dilan drawled from the couch and Jake stifled a shriek as he jumped and squinted at it.
            “What are you doing here?” Jake hissed and Dilan made a weary sound as he rose.
            “I like you, Jake. You’re a clever man but you’re going to get yourself hurt or killed if you don’t let this go,” he warned as he prowled toward Jake but he didn’t feel threatened. He felt a spark of defiant, indignant anger and a spark of something a little too warm and too low in his groin but he ignored it.
            “You stole my body and you think I’m just going to let that go?” He asked in disbelief then squeezed his eyes shut as Dilan’s gaze wandered down his body. It tingled and Jake shifted as he scrubbed his hand through his hair. “You know what I meant,” he muttered and Dilan blinked a few times but he remained still.
            “I don’t need you in the middle of this right now. Stay away from that warehouse,” he said and Jake’s brows fell.
            “Sorry for the inconvenience but you kidnapped me,” he reminded him and Dilan nodded.
            “And I promised you’d be fine then sent you on your way when I was done with you,” he replied and Jake’s head pulled back as his temper bubbled.
            “Done with me?” He laughed. “I saved your life and I didn’t arrange for you to be relocated to a jail cell while you were unconscious and under my care. You could have cost me my career and my medical license and you destroyed evidence in a murder case but you thought you were done with me? Motherfucker, you’re not close to done with me!” He vowed and the muscle in Dilan’s jaw twitched.
            “I’m trying to protect you,” he ground out and Jake snorted.
            “Fuck that! You drugged me and do you know how mortifying it is to lose a whole damn body? I’ve never lost a file but I blew a whole fucking case when I let you leave with that body. And then I disappeared with you for days. My credibility is fucked if people find out and Bannon’s killer walks!” Jake said loudly as he pointed at the window and Dilan hushed him as he stepped closer.
            “I told you! I’ll confess to this if I have to and I’ll tell anyone you want that I made you help me,” he growled and Jake shook his head.
            “You don’t fucking get it. The only way I’ll be ok with this is if Bannon’s killer is caught and behind bars,” he explained then pointed at Dilan’s nose when he opened his mouth to argue. “Save it. You didn’t do it and there’s no way you’ll convince me. Right now, you’re just helping a murderer frame you,” he stated and Dilan’s brows rose but his head lowered slightly as he swayed just a little closer.
            “How do you know?” He asked slowly and Jake gave him a flat look despite the tightening of his body. He refused to be intimidated or distracted by the heat trickling into his groin.
            “Because I went to school and studied the body and death and forensics,” he said then smiled. “I also know it wasn’t Roan,” he added and Dilan’s eyes widened as his head cocked forward in shock. Their noses almost brushed and Jake felt the huff of his breath against his lips.
            “It wasn’t?” He asked and Jake pulled a face.
            “All you had to do was check the number. It wasn’t Roan’s. The phone was a clumsy prop and you fell for it because you were scared and in a hurry,” he explained and Dilan’s tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek.
            “I only had moments to come up with a plan,” he countered. “I had a body to get rid of and a mortuary around the corner. I just needed a way to get Bannon there so I ran and started the incinerator then went back and waited for you guys to load him up for me,” Dilan said and Jake shook his head.
            “I could have cleared you and Roan in about a day, if I had that body,” he said and Dilan shrugged. His chest pushed against Jake’s as Dilan made a wry, sarcastic chuckle.
            “That’s hindsight for you.”
            “No. That’s science and why evidence matters. Do you know how much harder it is to prove you didn’t do it without the body?” Jake argued and Dilan’s eyes flicked upwards.
            “That was the point. We were in trouble and I had to act fast. I’m not going to let Roan go down because of me,” he said and Jake nodded as his nerves and his frustration tangled and wound tighter and tighter. He wanted to strangle Dilan and he needed to taste him.
            “And that’s exactly what the killer was counting on. You made the case infinitely harder to solve and left yourself as the main suspect,” he pointed out and Dilan snorted dismissively as his head tilted and Jake held his breath as their lips brushed. His lips vibrated and they felt hot as Jake tightened his fists to keep from pulling Dilan against him or punching him. He was too close and it was making Jake beautifully and uncomfortably frantic.
            “I’ll deal with it but I don’t need you getting in the way,” Dilan grumbled but it was weak and distant as his eyes clung to Jake’s. Jake raised a brow at him.
            “I’m not really worried about what you need. I have a case to solve and my reputation is at stake,” he stated. He wasn’t going to mention Roan or his own twisted, conflicted feelings. Jake had no idea what to do about them or if they even mattered.
            “Why do you have to be so fucking…!” Dilan complained then swore as his hands locked around Jake’s face. Their lips crashed and Jake gasped as Dilan backed him against the wall and kissed him hungrily. Their teeth clicked as their tongues lashed and thrust wildly and it was intoxicating and desperate. Dilan rolled his hips and pinned Jake’s and heat exploded.
            “Oh, fuck!” Jake whimpered as he wrenched his lips free and pulled Dilan’s face into the corner of his neck. “Don’t stop, O’Shea!” He ordered and there was a ragged groan as Dilan’s teeth and lips pulled at his skin. He sucked and lapped and Jake’s eyes rolled as his cock throbbed. Jake bucked as his fingers twisted in his hair and he became more frantic as Dilan panted against his ear.
            “Please, call me Dilan,” he breathed and Jake nodded drunkenly and shivered before Dilan’s lips found his again and he kissed him hungrily. The heat was staggering but Jake wanted to get closer and touch and taste more. His hands shot to Dilan’s waist and tore at his belt and fly. “Christ, Jake!” Dilan hissed as he attacked Jake’s buckle. Their tongues twirled and flicked blindly as their hands pushed and pulled as the sound of grunts, curses and gasps surrounded them. Jake’s hands closed around thick, solid heat and he drank Dilan’s strangled cry as he gripped his long, throbbing erection. Dilan’s hand pushed into Jake’s boxers and closed around his shaft and a bright rush of need and fire burst in his groin.
            “Yes! Dilan!” Jake cried breathlessly as his back arched and his sack tightened. He knew Dilan O’Shea was responsible for more than a few of the bodies that came across his table and Jake knew he’d destroyed nearly all the evidence in the Bannon case but he couldn’t deny the pressure building in the base of his cock or the hard shiver of pleasure that rushed up his spine. This kiss could destroy the whole case and ruin Jake’s career but he didn’t want it to stop.

 

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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