Friday, February 12, 2016

LGBT Valentine's Day Blog Hop from Feb 12-15

Welcome to the LGBT Valentine's Day blog hop!

We're celebrating the messy, inspiring, frustrating, healing thing that is love with a great big giveaway.

We have some great prizes for you this year:

$30 Amazon Gift Card

Winner's choice of any ebook by Lynley Wayne

Winner's choice of any book in Jessie G's Sizzling Miami or Devils Pride Series

Winner's choice of any ebook by by Stephen del Mar

eBook copy of Lights Out Valentine by Neil Plakcy

eBook copy of The Harvest: Taken by M.A. Church

eBook copy of A Knight to Remember by Anne Barwell

eBook copy of Gray and Harrison by Tracey Steinbach

eBook copy of The Way Life Turns by April Kelley & Bronwyn Heeley

eBook copy of Rustic Melody by Nic Starr

eBook copy of 6 Days to Valentine by LE Franks

eBook copy of Brotherly Love: A Dirty Dames Anthology (Stepbrother Romance) by Verity James & Cassie Donoghue

eBook copy of Rhythm and Blue by DP Denman

Hop by the other blogs for more chances to enter!

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The Last Dire Wolf By Kelex - Guest Post

It's my pleasure to welcome Kelex to my blog! If you pay any sort of attention to the books I shelve on GR, then you probably know I found this author last year and have been reading everything she puts out lol. :)  And yes, The Last Dire Wolf is one I've read and rated 5 stars.

The Last Dire Wolf
Bloodline, Book One
By Kelex

Their love is taboo. The crossing of wolven bloodlines is forbidden. Yet Eirik, supreme alpha and king of the wolves, is tired of hiding his love for Gunnar. The last of his kind, he’s cursed to be without a mate during his long life. He refuses his destiny and seeks solace with one of those closest to him.

King’s guard Gunnar knew he could never expect to stand at the king’s side when he let the man take him to bed, no matter how much he began to crave it over the decades. He’d given his life to be a member of the elite warriors, not a king’s consort, but he can’t stop wishing the king could be his.

Moments before Eirik can change the laws governing their world, an old enemy comes bearing a unique gift. Perhaps Eirik’s not the last of his kind after all.


“You know as well as I do that wolves are not immortal. He’s lived a long, long life and now his soul has… grown thin. I’ve never met one as old as he is and doubt I will again.”

It wasn’t the answer Eirik wanted. “How much longer do we have with him?”

The doctor shook his head. “It could be days… maybe weeks. I couldn’t say.”

It wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear. His hands fisted at his side as he struggled to control his emotions.

“You can go,” Eirik whispered, his voice raw.

The doctor left quickly. Eirik wanted to scream. He wanted to howl his frustrations, but he had too many eyes watching him.

He was supposed to be regal.


Fuck them all!

Eirik punched the wall, his fist breaking through one of the painted cement blocks. It shattered around his hand, leaving his fist bloodied. There was no pain, not greater than the one he already felt. He stared at the hole he’d left in the wall, knowing it was just like the hole growing inside him.

“Your Majesty?” Gunnar said, his voice low and filled with worry.
Eirik met Gunnar’s stare. He said nothing, just brushed past the man and went back into Uffe’s room.

The elder wolf slept.

Eirik walked back to the side of the bed and sat down. He took Uffe’s hand in his.

Something had changed.

“Uffe?” he asked, panic filling him. He shook the man’s shoulder carefully. “Uffe?” he cried, louder this time. He kept on shaking, but Uffe never awoke.

“No,” he whispered, unready to say goodbye.

Sorrow twisted his face as he sank to his knees beside the bed, Uffe’s hand still captured between his. Hot tears fell down his face as he held on for as long as he could. When there was nothing left inside him, he rose on shaking legs and placed a last kiss on Uffe’s forehead. Wiping away the tears, he collected himself as best he could.

“I want his funeral tonight,” he said to the room. He knew several of the hospital staff stood at the door, ready to prepare the body. And likely ready to share gossip about the king losing his control. “I won’t have him sitting in the morgue. Tonight.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” two of the staff members said in unison.

After grabbing the leather file, he exited the room.

He felt Gunnar fall into step behind him in the hospital corridor. The small facility was wolf-owned and operated. No humans could ever find out what they were, so they’d created the world they needed on their own. He moved his hand to the side, slapping Gunnar in the chest with the file.

“Take this and have Damien review Uffe’s notes.”

Gunnar took the folder and never lost a step. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I want him to conduct a search for other dire wolves immediately.”

“Of course, sire.”

Eirik stopped before the elevator and punched the button, harder than he needed to. Frustration filled every ounce of his body. There was nothing he could do to stop from losing Uffe. The best wolven doctors, the best of hospital care… none of it was enough.

He was now the last.

Uffe had saved him, for what? For a legacy of being the last of his bloodline? To only parlay the eventual end of his kind for another few thousand years? What had he accomplished to leave a mark—a mark for an entire race of wolves?


Nothing he’d done would ever be enough. The dire wolves would go out with a whimper.

The elevator arrived and he stepped inside, Gunnar on his heels. The doors wouldn’t close fast enough.

As soon as they were alone, Eirik dragged Gunnar into his arms and pressed his lips to his lover’s. Gunnar yielded easily, his mouth soft under Eirik’s. He dragged in a breath, drawing in Gunnar’s masculine scent.

He needed this touch… this taste. He needed to feel alive after witnessing the slow drift of death. He needed Gunnar to fill that hole widening inside him.

Eirik backed away and stared into Gunnar’s handsome face. “Tonight. Come to me. After the funeral… I don’t want to be alone.”

Gunnar cupped one side of Eirik’s face. “As if I’d let you be alone tonight.”

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Pride Promotions presents Torn and Frayed by Rodd Clark and a giveaway

Author Name: Rodd Clark
 Book Name: Torn and Frayed
Series: Gabriel Church Tales
Book: Two
Can be read as a standalone, but better read as a series
Release Date: E-Book: January 9, 2016/Paperback: February 9, 2016

“Conscience isn’t something all people are born with...” 
Gabriel Church is a portrait in contrast. It would be easy to get lost in his pale-blue eyes, ache with the need to feel the strength of his masculine frame. He appears to be nothing but animal and instinct. The only people who know the full depth of that truth are dead, murdered, or two thousand miles away.
Gabe is a serial killer. For the first time in his life, he has more on his mind than his own survival. This time he is running from Seattle to protect the only person he thinks innocent in his laundry list of crime and murder: Christian Maxwell, his biographer and unexpected lover. Drawn to a place he never thought to return, Gabe finds new and different realities. Realities that insist he let go of his tragic past, those incredible perceptions of God, and his own divinity. He must open his eyes to what the love of a good man can do to heal a broken soul.
But when the killer is confronted by his own willingness to love and sacrifice, he is forced to ultimately ask the question: Just how far will he go to save a life . . . when all he’s ever done is take them?

Pages or Words:100,000 words

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

The relationship that Gabriel Church and Christian Maxwell shared was based on a period that overshadowed any real emotional bond. If the situation had been normal, Christian might’ve learned that Gabriel used gallows humor far too frequently, or that he had a cruel streak buried under his handsome exterior. As much as they thought they cared for each other, neither looked closely enough at the reasons and the whys regarding the draw each one felt for the other. Gabriel was a serial killer running on an uneasy apprehension of arrest, and he’d never allowed himself to get closer to anyone, particularly a stranger like Maxwell. But paramount to that, he was a man who hadn’t had a friend in nearly more years than he could count. They’d somehow formed a connection, and the end result had been greater than Gabriel could’ve ever thought he’d achieve. Their friendship had turned sexual, but it had more to do with the evolution of simple human contact and a desire to have something neither man could have guessed would become their future.
The allure that bound them had been based on something bent and unconventional. It was this distinction that outshone all else, and was the only thing that might’ve remained standing. It was a Romeo and Juliet tragedy in the making; two souls who’d shared a single foxhole, yet neither could see that clearly enough in those earlier days.
Christian had all the “tells” of someone who was distrustful of Gabe from the beginning. Maybe it was his bent smile and the shadow of a killer underneath such an attractive façade. Or maybe it was the blossoming of the writer’s sexuality and the heat that was generating between them, unbeknownst to him. Theirs had been a strange relationship, more parasitical than not. Chris wanted to learn all he could about the mind of a serial murderer, and Gabe hungrily fed off the man’s undeniable devotion. Even before they’d fucked the first time, Gabe had felt the odd stirrings in his jeans. He’d disregarded the titillation at the time, and later he wrote it off as some type of control, knowing that whatever he had the writer wanted in spades. Christian’s eyes had told the truth, his crystal gaze lapping up the image of the man across the room. It was in some twisted satisfaction that Gabe likened the writer to a puppy, trying desperately to please a stern owner and the clearly visible desire to lick at the stubble on his cheeks.

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Meet the author: 
Rodd lives in Dallas, TX at the moment but hails from the sticks of Oklahoma. Check out his web presence at RODDCLARK.COM. Interested in the M/M Mystery, Romance and Thriller genres but has a varied interest in many books. It has been written that his writing has a very dark and distinctive voice with a need for deep exploration and analysis.  “Torn and Frayed” is the sequel to his popular romantic thriller, "Rubble and the Wreckage." The third chapter of the series should be released later in the year and give readers a chance to see how their wicked story is resolved

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Publisher: Driven Press
Cover Artist: Mumson Designs

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Sunday, February 7, 2016

My Turn to do the How Well Do You Know Me and some updates

How Well Do You Know Me?

1.  What is my favorite color? Red

2.  What is my favorite drink/soda? Coke

3.  What is my pet’s name?  Kitty-Kitty

4.  What kind of pet do I have? Cat

5.  What nasty habit did I quit two years ago? Smoking

~Now for the hard questions LOL~

6.  I’m a huge NFL fan. What is my favorite team? Steelers

7.  My pen name is M.A. Church. But that wasn’t the first pen name I had. What was it? nomoretears00

8.  Do I live in the North? Or the South? (That would be in the United States lol.) South

9.  I don’t watch a lot of TV, but there is a show I’m nuts about. I often talk about it on social media. It’s also about to come back on in January too. What is it? Faceoff

10.  What time of the year do I hate? Winter

And so, those are the answers LOL! I wanted to thank everyone who played. Unfortunately I didn’t get everybody’s answers up thanks to computer problems I’ve had… which went from January 25th until a few days ago. Plus a personal thing happened around my birthday too. (No, it’s not connected to my health LOL. I just went to the doctor on February 5. Not only is my blood pressure perfect, all of my blood work still looks good. It’s also not family.)

Anyway, my beautiful new red laptop is toast. And I'm more than a little annoyed over that one. I got my old Acer computer fixed and Dragon reinstall, so I’m good to go.

I just got the edits and on Beneath the Surface. That novella will release April 1st—and that’s no April Fool’s lol. I started back working on A Country Boy at Heart—the DsP State of Love open call that I’m doing. I’ve also hired a cover artist for Szin’s story and that’s in edits. And I’ve got lots of more fun stuff coming y’all’s way this year. :)


Friday, February 5, 2016

Pride Promotions presents The Law of Attraction by Jay Northcote

Author Name: Jay Northcote

Book Name: The Law of Attraction

Release Date: February 5, 2016

When a professional relationship turns personal, it’s impossible to resist the law of attraction.
Alec Rowland is a high-flying lawyer in a London firm whose career is his life. He doesn’t have time for relationships and his sexuality is a closely guarded secret. After picking up a cute guy on a Friday night, Alec’s world is rocked to its foundations when his one night stand shows up in the office on Monday morning—as the new temp on his team.

Ed Piper is desperate to prove himself in his new job. The last thing he needs is to be distracted by a crush on his boss. It’s hard to ignore the attraction he feels, even though Alec’s a difficult bastard to work for.

Both men strive to maintain a professional relationship, but tempers fray, passions ignite, and soon they’re both falling hard and fast. If they’re ever going to find a way to be together, Alec needs to be honest about who he really is because Ed won’t go back in the closet for anyone.

Pages or Words:62,000 words

Categories:Contemporary, M/M Romance, Romance

His companion was still watching him, seemingly waiting for him to make his move. Alec felt irrationally irritated. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Even though he only did it occasionally, picking up men was easy for Alec. Buying a drink was more than he usually bothered to do for the twinks he hooked up with when he was in the mood for a warm body to fuck. Alec was well aware of his own attractiveness and used it to his advantage. A crook of a finger, a tilt of his head, or even just a look was usually enough to make them come running.

But this guy didn’t seem to know the rules of the game.

“Strong, silent type, huh?” He suddenly grinned at Alec, all neat white teeth and dimples. “You could start by telling me your name. Mine’s Ed.”

“Alec.” He handed a note to the barman as he came back with their drinks. “Keep the change.”

“Cheers, mate.” The barman winked as he pocketed the tip.

Ed’s eyebrows lifted. “Change from a twenty? You must have money to burn.”

“Something like that.” Alec let his gaze rake deliberately down Ed, examining him from the front this time. His arms were still folded over his chest and his T-shirt had ridden up enough to expose a feathered line of hair on his belly, leading down to a nice-looking package in obscenely tight skinny jeans. “I hope you bottom?”

Ed blinked and choked on his mouthful of rum and Coke. Alec suppressed the urge to grin, enjoying the fact that Ed had momentarily lost his cool.

“I’ve been known to,” Ed replied, rallying. He licked his lips.

“Good.” Alec held his gaze, noting with satisfaction that Ed’s pupils had blown wide and his lips parted as Alec looked at them. God, he had a pretty mouth. Alec lifted his glass and downed his drink. The burn of the whisky tore through him and made his nerves tingle with anticipation. He needed a good fuck; it had been too long. “Drink up, then.”

Meet the author:

Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.

She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.

Where to find the author:

Publisher: Jaybird Press
Cover Artist:Garrett Leigh

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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

How Well Do You Know Me?

Since this is my birthday month, I thought it’d be fun to have something up on the blog from friends about me. So I sent out this small little questionnaire. *grin* I hope they had just as much fun answering it as I had reading it!

This one’s from Julie Banks. I met her through Face Book and have really enjoyed her posts lol. They’re often humorous. She has a dry sense of humor I can relate to. J

*I'll give the correct answers at the end of the month lol*

How Well Do You Know Me?

1.  What is my favorite color? blue

2.  What is my favorite drink/soda? coke  

3.  What is my pet’s name?  eightball

4.  What kind of pet do I have? cat

5.  What nasty habit did I quit two years ago?  smoking

Now for the hard questions LOL

6.  I’m a huge NFL fan. What is my favorite team?  Steelers

7.  My pen name is M.A. Church. But that wasn’t the first pen name I had. What was it? Magic wand  Uh no clue giggle

8.  Do I live in the North? Or the South? (That would be in the United States lol.) South

9.  I don’t watch a lot of TV, but there is a show I’m nuts about. I often talk about it on social media. It’s also about to come back on in January too. What is it? faceoff

10.What time of the year do I hate?  Winter

Beneath the Surface Cover Reveal

Coming in April from ARe - Beneath the Surface

While free diving with his father, Kannon is bitten by a seductive merman. Although he swore to never go near the ocean again, the pull to return to the water and his mystery man remains strong. Finally, after fifteen years away, an impromptu wedding brings Kannon back to the Seychelles, and his destiny.

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children. 

Tagged: cover reveal, mer romance, merman, merman romance

Kannon only plans to stay on the island for a week, but this time Nisha won’t let his mate go without a fight. Merfolk and human culture collide as the embers of Nisha and Kannon’s mate bond ignite, and Nisha must complete the mating before it’s too late.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Pride Promotions presents Refired by BA Tortuga and a giveaway

Author Name: BA Tortuga

Book Name: Refired
Series: The Recovery Series
Book: One

Release Date: January 18, 2016

When Kris Cerny walks back into Two Spirits, the art gallery he owns with Josh McPhee, all he wants is a clean break. Austin's booming real estate market means the building he bought years ago is worth a fortune, and with the sale, he and Josh can finally go their separate ways. They won't be reconciling, right? Josh may be sober now, but an addict is always going to be an addict, and Kris can't take that chance again.

Josh isn't willing to sell. Not yet. He's discovered a new artist in Santa Fe he knows will put Two Spirits in the black, and if he can just make a success of the gallery, maybe he can earn Kris's respect, if not recapture his love. He needs Kris to give him time for one more buying trip, one more gallery show. Josh wants nothing more than a final chance to make things right. Kris agrees to let Josh have this last ditch effort on one condition-- he wants to go along for the ride. On the way Josh hopes they'll find the next big thing in the art world as well as peace, forgiveness, and a love he thought was lost forever.

Pages or Words:65,000 words

Categories:Contemporary, M/M Romance, Western/Cowboy

Josh sat there in the office that had been his for seven years, two months, and three days, looking at the cowboy who he’d thought, once upon a time, was going to be his one and only, feeling a little like he was drunk.
He rolled the five-year-sober token between his fingers, letting it settle him. Not drunk. Not even a bit.
“What? What did you say to me?” He left off the you sorry son of a bitch part.
“We got a buyer for the gallery.” Kris stared at him, calm as could be, one hip settled on the edge of his desk.
“The gallery isn’t for sale.” He owned half, dammit. Still.
Kris nodded easily. “Frankly they just want the building. Quite an offer. I don’t see how we can pass it up.”
“The gallery isn’t for sale.” He was fairly sure the words were succinct enough for Mr. Business.
“The neighborhood has changed, Josh. It’s not a boho, arty area anymore. It’s all high-priced condos and tapas bars.” Kris’s expression softened just slightly. “I think it’s time to let it go.”
This wasn’t about the gallery. This was about them. Him and Kris.
“Josh, please at least look at the offer.” Kris stood, straightening his fancy cattleman’s. God, he looked like a stuffed suit. Kris looked better in beat-up Wranglers.
“I’m not interested.” Josh felt like sitting down and pounding the floor with his fist. This wasn’t right. None of it. He knew he was a fuckup. Had been a fuckup. But he was working his shit out.
The gallery was back to breaking even, if not making a profit. Josh thought he deserved a chance to get some good new artists in for a show.
“Then are you going to buy me out?” Kris asked.
Fuck. Kris knew he couldn’t do that. The business finances were an open book. Josh wasn’t even taking a salary for another three years to pay back Kris’s initial investment.
“I don’t have to. We’re equal partners. All I have to do is say no.”
Kris frowned, dark brows drawing together over his bright green eyes. “Dammit, Josh, how long are you going to pretend this is going to work?”
He touched the coin again. Five years. Five years sober. Five years proving he could be trusted. Five years and it wasn’t enough.
“This gallery is my life.” Simple as that. He had no friends anymore, no one. He came to work and went to meetings. He hadn’t gone out to dinner with Kris since…. Christ. Christmas? Maybe? Had they even done Christmas?
“Then what do you want me to do? The building is really the only asset.”
“I’m going on a buying trip. Santa Fe area. Why are we even talking about this?” Why are you even here? Go find another project.
Kris was, like, the king of finance now or something. He had investments all over, could probably walk away from the gallery without even taking a money hit.
“Buying? With what? Your good looks?”

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Meet the author:

Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing porn sites in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife (still amazing to say that), Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has gone to the high desert mountains and fallen in love. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery ménages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

Where to find the author:

Twitter: @batortuga

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Bree Archer

Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?
When I started, I didn’t really believe that I would have a career as an author. It never seemed real, but I got dared to publish and I’m a Texan, so I did it. When I was coming up with my name, I thought okay, I collect turtles. My mom’s Hispanic. OH! BA Tortuga (be a Hispanic turtle). So, honestly? My pseudonym means I’m a smartass…

What was the scariest moment of your life?
When I found out my son had lymphoma.

Favorite non-alcoholic drink.
Coffee. Coffee coffeecoffee.Cof. Fee. Coffee. Also, coffee.

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