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New Release Tour! Part & Parcel (Sidewinder #3) by Abigail Roux *Review and Giveaway*


Part & Parcel (Sidewinder #3)
by Abigail Roux

A M/M Contemporary Romance
Released December 19th 2015



Nick O’Flaherty and Kelly Abbott had their happy ending in sight when a friend’s call for help almost ended with them losing it to the blade of a knife. Now, in the aftermath of near-disaster, both men are trying to heal and move on.

Moving on together, though, is harder than either of them realized it would be. Kelly struggles with simply being a lover instead of the Doc, while Nick is mired in his recovery. The distance between them inches along in stilted silence.

Desperately seeking solace, Nick finally gathers the courage to sort through the possessions his dear friend and fellow Sidewinder teammate Elias Sanchez left him when he died. Instead of comforting memories, Nick and Kelly find a stack of letters and strict instructions from Eli that prompt them to send out a call for assistance. With Eli’s letters in hand, Sidewinder sets out on one last mission together, seeking peace and absolution from beyond the grave—and from each other.


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4 stars

The story picks up after the Miami mess that left Nick fighting for his life. The Sidewinder men have retreated to their respective lives and moving on–somewhat. While still recovering from his injuries, Nick decides to go through a box of stuff Elias Sanchez left him when he died only to discover several letters with specific instructions on where Sidewinder must travel to and what they must do once there.

I enjoyed this story very much. I loved having Sidewinder back together and I especially loved seeing them working towards strengthening the bond their shared. Of course, it was fantastic to have Ty and Zane back on the page, but I also enjoyed getting to know Elias Sanchez a little bit more. The road trip and subsequent letters and instructions revealed how deeply connected the guys were and how much Elias was missed by the men.

Of course, I can’t forget to mention Nick and Kelly’s relationship. On the surface, everything looks to be running smoothly between the two, but it’s clear there are underlying issues each man is dealing with that in one way or another has affected their relationship. Trust issues, insecurities, resentment, and anger are just some of them. Although I found some issues to be over the top and drawn out (especially for two men who knew one another for 20+ years!), I enjoyed the range in emotions these issues brought and how they were ultimately resolved.

Which leads me to sex! Oh yes, there was some of that and of course it was hot. But I admit, what did it for me were some of their more intimate conversations where they both lowered their guards. It was during these moments where they allowed the other to speak their mind without judgement that their connection as a couple shined through. I loved it!

All in all, a great addition to the series where friendship and loyalty took center stage–both for Sidewinder and Nick and Kelly as a couple.

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.


Sidewinder series

Shock & Awe (Sidewinder, #1)

Shock & Awe (Sidewinder, #1)
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About the Author

Abigail Roux was born and raised in North Carolina. A past volleyball star who specializes in sarcasm and painful historical accuracy, she currently spends her time coaching high school volleyball and investigating the mysteries of single motherhood. Any spare time is spent living and dying with every Atlanta Braves and Carolina Panthers game of the year.

Abigail has a daughter, Little Roux, who is the light of her life, a boxer, four rescued cats who play an ongoing live-action variation of Call of Duty throughout the house, a certifiable extended family down the road, and a cast of thousands in her head.

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To celebrate the release of Part & Parcel, we are selecting TWO giveaway winners! One will receive the last four Cut & Run books in audio, and the other will receive the full Sidewinder series in audio. Your first comment at each stop on this tour enters you in the drawing. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on December 26, 2015. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. Entries. Follow the tour for more opportunities to enter the giveaway, and don’t forget to leave your email or method of contact so Riptide can reach you if you win!



New Release! With This Bling (Romano and Albright #3) by L.B. Gregg *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*


With This Bling (Romano and Albright #3)
by L.B. Gregg

An M/M Contemporary Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released December 7th 2015



Caesar Romano’s catering career is doing better than he’d ever dreamed. And so is his love life—even if his boyfriend’s house in Staten Island is way too far from civilization for his liking. But then in short order, Caesar is duped into helping his cousin propose, is tricked by his best friend and business partner into appearing on live television, and is harassed by a thug-like personal trainer and his far too beautiful wife. In fact, Caesar is almost too busy to notice that something is troubling his PI boyfriend, Dan Albright.


Laid-back, open, charming—that’s the impression hunky former NYPD Detective Dan Albright gives everyone. Caesar can add sexually adventurous and a bit of an exhibitionist. But he also knows that Dan is hiding something—something dark and a little dangerous—and when Dan’s silence over his mysterious past threatens to harm them both, it’s Caesar’s turn to save the day.

But then again, a break-in, a gallery party, an heirloom ring, a new suit, and a stalker with bad BO are all just a typical week for Caesar Romano.



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4 stars

Caesar has the uncanny ability to put himself right smack in the middle of trouble, especially if it pertains to one of his lover’s cases. This time around it’s no different, only he’s also trying to help his cousin with a wedding proposal, making his debut on TV and realizing just how much Dan means to him.

LB Gregg’s ability to bring together a mix of different elements has to be my favorite aspect of this story. The humor, the heat, the intrigue and the romance are all present in this story and worked in together so that that they complement each other without dragging the story or making it feel overwhelming for the reader. There were even some subtle emotions there towards the end, which were an added bonus in my opinion. Yes, finally! 😉

The author did a wonderful job of keeping the reader intrigued and riveted to the story. This I attribute to Caesar’s voice. His ramblings were a thing of beauty and added to my enjoyment of the story. Add to that Dan’s participation and I could not help but love these two together. Their flirty banter, their bickering and those stolen moments when their attraction for one another took over were just the icing on the elaborate turn of events Caesar finds himself the center of.

Keep in mind that although this is the third book in the Romano and Albright series, it can be read as a stand alone. the author does a fantastic job of bringing the reader up to date in regards to Caesar’s previous adventures while still bringing to the page a new case for Caesar to (unknowingly) be involved in.

All in all, an intriguing and enjoyable read!

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.



As an ex–law enforcement officer, Dan took precautions. Locks secured every window and door, and he’d wired the place to the hilt. I’d worked in the gallery world for years, and I’d grown familiar with the ins and outs of various alarm keypads. My own family didn’t bother with fancy security companies. We relied on brute strength, intimidation, and the local neighborhood watch. More like a witch hunt than a watch, but effective nonetheless. And, when pressed, Romanos were swift to drive intruders away with the swing of a Louisville Slugger. There wasn’t a bat in Dan’s home, so I opted for his alarm.

I retrieved my cell from the dresser as the jerk on the roof did whatever asshole thing he was hell-bent on doing. I should have checked, but something—call it intuition—had me moving with haste to the stairs, phoning Dan as I descended. Having had my fair share of incidents in the past two months, I knew to call, but first I’d have to deal with Dan’s I don’t fucking believe this.

“Hey,” he panted, and he wasn’t the only one gasping. My lungs creaked from all the exertion.

“Question.” I swallowed. “Do you—”

“What’s wrong with your voice? Did you do something to your rib again? You’re making that kicked-puppy sound. The one you make when you’re in pain but you won’t tell me and I have to slip Vicodin into your milkshake. What are you doing?”

“What makes you think I’m doing anything? I’m doing nothing. I’m fine.” Just winded from the stairs. “Did you maybe schedule the cable company and forget?” I peered through the peephole again. Empty step, sprinkler sprinkling, birds slurping worms, kids on scooters, fishbowl suburbia. Check. Nothing had changed.

“Negative. I don’t have cable.”

“Huh. That’s unnerving, because there’s a guy on your roof.”

“What roof? Who’s on the roof? My roof?” A sharp inhale told me his jog had ratcheted to a flat run. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the cable guy climbed onto your house after I told him to leave. I’m just letting you know.” A thump from somewhere above and I flipped the plastic lid on the alarm panel, revealing the keypad. Pretty straightforward. P for police and the * sign together and I’d scare any prowler out of his pants and onto the lawn. “I have the situation under control.”

“The hell you do. Is he still there? You’re not kidding, right?”

“No. I am not kidding—you always ask me that. Why would I kid?” It was difficult keeping exasperation from my voice, but I managed valiantly. “How do I know what he’s doing? I’m not watching, although I can see his van from the window. It’s on the street. I’m hitting the alarm. Heads-up. Also chop-chop. I’m going to be late for work.”

“Yes. Hit the fucking alarm.”

An earsplitting eeeeeeee breached the peaceful splendor of Chez Albright.

I scurried to the kitchen as Dan yelled, “I’m two blocks from the house. You still there?”

“Yes, of course.”—eeeeeeee—“Where would I go? He’s out there. So I’m in here. Dial it down. I’m fine.”

“You need to leave the house.”

“That’s not going to happen.” I checked the window. “There are kids on the sidewalk. I don’t want a scene.”

“I think that train left the station—”

The cable guy fell from the roof in a flutter of green shirttails. He landed catlike in the grass directly in front of the kitchen window. “Holy crap.”

Dan panted, “What? Talk to me.”

The man popped effortlessly to his feet and hiked a rather utilitarian black backpack over his shoulder. Anyone else would have broken an arm or an ankle falling from that height, but no. The bastard didn’t even bother to check himself. Far less fatigued than he first appeared at Dan’s doorstep, he was nonetheless sopping in sweat. His gaze caught mine and he fucking bowed—the dick—then he flipped me off, mouthing, Fuck you, and darted under the clothesline. “I . . . don’t believe this guy.”

He vaulted the fence like a goddamn superhero. “My God. He’s like Batman.”

“What the— Did you say Batman?”


I shouted over the alarm, “He looked right at me! That asshole, but holy crap, he’s totally parkour. I’ve never seen anything like him. I don’t think you can catch him.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence.”

The guy cut through the neighbor’s backyard and disappeared around the corner of a garage as the house alarm clanged my head like a gong. I pressed a finger against my ear. “He’s gone. Wow. Where are you? If you come through the back—”

Any hope the intruder would run smack into Dan coming from the opposite direction was dashed as the front door burst open and my hero announced, “I’m here. Where is he?”

“Gone. I told you. Jesus, the guy could move.” I tossed my phone on the counter. I wasn’t sure what my next move should be, so I let Dan lead. He braced one hand against the wall, gasping for air—which didn’t seem entirely heroic—and stabbed at the keypad with his index finger. The alarm ceased and, thank God, I could hear myself think again. Summer heat met AC, and a wave of tepid air blew through the living room.

“FYI, I move too.” Dan sucked wind. “I sprinted up that fucking hill.”

He swiped his forehead and joined me in the kitchen, his Shakespeare in the Park T-shirt soaked to his skin. Unlike the intruder, he wore his perspiration very well. Face flushed, hale and hearty in loose-fitting black running shorts, he flipped the backdoor locks and disappeared down the steps.

I followed a few paces behind, watching as he scoped the backyard. “He’s not here.”

“I can see that.”

He glared at the kitchen roof where two stubby dormers were connected by a thin outcropping of architectural tiles. One dormer held the bath window, the other the guest room window. Bolted between the dormers? A long-nosed satellite dish.

Dan looked ready to scale the brick and poke around for clues, or climb for a better vantage point of the cable guy’s escape route, but his outdoor inspection lasted two seconds. He stared at me briefly, dark brows knitted together, before stomping back into the kitchen. He scrubbed at his damp hair, leaving finger-wide furrows. At least his breathing was somewhat under control.

His gaze raked me, head to toe, and he stalled for a second. “So, you look fine this morning.”

“Of course I do.” I answered stiffly because I was indeed fine. What had he expected? That I’d faint over a possible break-in? Please. “I’ve dealt with intruders before. I’m not a novice.”

“All right, Mr. Not A Novice.” I swear to God his eyes twinkled. His jaw definitely twitched. “Tell me exactly what happened, and don’t stop talking until you get to the part where you realize you’re still bare-ass naked.”

I glanced south and found an unencumbered view to my toes. Not a stitch covered me, not even my Hugo Boss underwear. I’d just exposed myself to his entire neighborhood and, while I’m sure they were impressed—because who wouldn’t be?—I was also mortified. I dashed through the kitchen, resisting the natural urge to clap both hands over my crotch. “That explains the breeze.”

“I’m not complaining.”

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About the Author

When not working from her home in the rolling hills of Northwestern Connecticut, author L.B. Gregg can be spotted in coffee shops from Berlin to Singapore to Panama–sipping lattes and writing sweet, hot, often funny, stories about men who love men.

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To celebrate the release of With This Bling, L.B. Gregg is giving away a Romano and Albright mug with swag, and a $40 gift card to Amazon! Your first comment at each stop on this tour enters you in the drawing. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on December 12, 2015. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. Entries. Follow the tour for more opportunities to enter the giveaway! Don’t forget to leave your email or method of contact so Riptide can reach you if you win!

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Riptide’s 4th Anniversary Celebration! Anne Tenino and her Theta Alpha Gamma Series *Giveaway*


Thank you for joining Riptide on our 4th Anniversary blog tour!

We are excited to bring you new guest posts from our authors and behind the scenes insights from Riptide. The full tour schedule can be found here! Don’t miss the limited time discounts and Free Books for a Year giveaway at the end of this post!

Please welcome Anne Tenino to the tour!

When I think of my past works, I get a mental image of paperbacks following along as I sally forth (to wherever). A little like students obediently lined up behind the nun who’s leading them to lunch. Except that makes me the nun, which isn’t an option, plus it implies my books are all well-behaved and maintain their place in line. Yeah . . . no.

Also, it suggests I taught each of my books, when the reverse is true—instead I learned something from each of them.

Regardless, I’ll continue with my flawed “students and teacher” analogy. Normally when I release a book, it demands my special attention while it settles in with the other stories. It has to make friends and sometimes it acts out, but eventually it finds its place in line and the status quo is reestablished. I continue my authorial wanderings, and the stories follow along behind me like ducklings (oh that would have been a better analogy wouldn’t it? Eh, too late now).

Some books keep demanding attention though, long after they’ve found their place in the line. The pupil that most often demands my attention is Frat Boy and Toppy. In 2013, it was all excited when it took second place in the Erotic Romance category of the National Excellence in Romance Fiction awards. When a grad student wanted to dissect it in his master’s thesis, the book was pretty full of itself for a while. When Riptide gave it a new cover and had it printed and given out in RT Bookconvention bags, it lorded it over the other guys in line. Recently, there’ve been incidents that require me to take special notice of the book all over again.

First, Riptide has hired Jason Frazier to be the voice of the FB&T audiobook. (Jason rocks, based on my limited contact with him. According to his plethora of fans, he gives great audio.) Having a novel translated to audio is kind of a mile marker for authors. Well, by “authors” I mean “me.”

There’s a whole other reason Brad and Sebastian keep tapping on my shoulder demanding attention, though—I’m teaching a “Not Your Mama’s Romance” class on October 17th at the Sellwood branch of Portland’s library, and as I’m planning it out, I keep needing to come up with examples. More often than not, those examples come from Frat Boy and Toppy.

Self-promotion alert: What’s that? You live within spitting distance of Portland and you want to come to my class? You totally should! It’s free, and relatively short. Be warned, though, it’s for total newbies to the genre, and it’s not aimed at only gay romance writers.

Okay, back to the subject at hand, which would be the way Frat Boy and Toppy has been pestering me. Those of you who’ve read it (and happen to be reading this) will probably be aware I wrote a whole series of books based on that frat, Theta Alpha Gamma. Last spring, the fifth and final book in the series, Poster Boy, was released. I claimed to be done.

But lately . . . Well, there’s not anything more I have to say about Brad and Sebastian’s relationship (I pretty well sewed it up in the fourth Theta Alpha Gamma release, Good Boy), but Brad seems to think I have more stories to write in that world, or a related one. He’s so demanding.

Still, in my personal bookshelf, Frat Boy and Toppy has a special place in my heart. I wouldn’t call it a teacher’s pet (it wouldn’t be fair to the other stories), but I will go so far as to say that when FB&T raises its hand and yells “Me, me, me!” I will listen to what it wants to say to me. *

*Please note, this is in no way a promise of future works in the Theta Alpha Gamma universe. It’s just a maybe. 😉


About Theta Alpha Gamma


It’s been said that frat boys are “living the last of the staunchly heterosexual lifestyles,” but it appears the Theta Alpha Gamma members didn’t get the memo—brothers keep coming out of the closet. What’s a frat to do?

First, be accepting; understanding, even—or at least fake it ’til you make it. Second, declare your frat house a Greek Love Zone. Third, institute Sensitivity Training. Led enthusiastically by the new president, Kyle—founding member of the Theta Alpha Gay Straight Alliance—TAG is coming out to the world as the safest fraternity for gay boys to let it all hang out.

The hallowed, traditional frat kegger will never be the same again.

Love, Hypothetically by Anne TeninoGood Boy (Theta Alpha Gamma, #4), by Anne TeninoPoster Boy (A Theta Alpha Gamma Novel), by Anne TeninoFrat Boy and Toppy by Anne TeninoSweet Young Thang (Theta Alpha Gamma, #3), by Anne Tenino

With the exception of Good Boy, which should be read after Frat Boy and Toppy, Theta Alpha Gamma stories do not need to be read in order, though many readers prefer to do so. The release order is:

  1. Frat Boy and Toppy
  2. Love, Hypothetically
  3. Sweet Young Thang
  4. Good Boy
  5. Poster Boy


About Anne Tenino

Catalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.

Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, scifi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.

Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.

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Tour: On the Clock (Market Garden #8) by L.A. Witt, Aleksandr Voinov *Review and Contest*


On the Clock (Market Garden #8)
by L.A. Witt, Aleksandr Voinov

An M/M Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released on July 13th 2015



When Blake Raleigh’s favorite rentboys retire from Market Garden, they’re sure their friend Jason will be a perfect replacement. Though Tristan and Jared are a tough act to follow, Blake returns to London to test out their recommendation.

Jason is right on the money. Negotiations turn him on. Getting paid turns him on. The higher the stakes, the hotter things get. Each trip to London is more expensive than the last, and the webcam sessions don’t run cheap, but Jason is well worth the sticker shock.

The more time they spend together, the more Blake wants, and not just sex and transactions. But Jason’s been burned before by men who thought they were in love with him, and he’s not making that mistake again. When the lines between personal and professional start to blur, it’s going to take more than money, jewelry, and sports cars to keep Jason from clocking out and walking away.



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As a follower of the series and a fan of the Market Garden guys I could not, in good conscience, miss Rolex’s story. My TBR is not happy that I skipped a couple dozen books to get to it. But screw it! It was worth my sleepless night and some rowdy kids banging at my door.

Rolex. Blake. Love him! There was just something about him that called to me. I loved that he didn’t make excuses for his use of Market Garden or for his admiration of the rentboys there. I especially loved that he didn’t hesitate in admitting he missed Tristan and Jared and was happy for them for what they found in each other. But mostly I loved that underneath the expensive suits and extravagant toys was a man who was aware of his beginnings, who didn’t judge based on social status and who loved deeply and without second thought.

Now Jason, he took a while to understand. Mostly because I could not understand what drove him. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, because if not I would only have seen him as a man who only cared about the material things in life. But true to Team VoinWitt’s work, they proved me wrong and made me a believer! I came to love his wicked grin and the way is arousal spiked when Blake didn’t hesitate to up the ante when negotiating. And I won’t even mention that EPIC sex scenes in the garage…*sigh*

But all the hotness aside I do have to say that the story was also great. I appreciated the way the authors worked the story to bring Jason and Blake together. I liked that I got the chance to get to know them and that their connection wasn’t solely physical. Hell yeah! That aspect was fantastic, but there was also a lot more to them than that. They were funny and shared a great rapport that kept me grinning throughout. I loved their flirty banter and enjoyed their candid moments just as much as I loved the few unguarded moments they shared. The touches, the looks, the shared silence, the gasps, grunts and moans. Every little thing worked for me! And when the emotions came into play? I was sold!

Although this is the eighth book in the series, it can certainly be read as a stand alone. But why would you miss out on all the goodness that is the Market Garden? I wouldn’t. Especially if you like your story steamy hot with a sprinkle of humor and a side of emotions.

All in all, a fantastic story that left me wanting more. Let’s just say that another visit to the Market Garden would not be frowned upon.

*I received a copy of this title (which I devoured in a night!) in exchange of my honest opinion.



Jason’s grin would’ve fucked with Blake’s blood pressure if it hadn’t already been screwed up. He leaned closer, laying one arm on the table in that neutral space between their drinks. “I can see why Jared and Tristan referred you to me, then.”

“Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.” Jason’s eyes flicked toward the table. Toward his own arm, specifically, and when he met Blake’s gaze again, he lifted his arm and reached all the way across. He trailed his fingertips along the side of Blake’s hand, a finger catching on his cuff, then his watch. “They said you’d come looking for me. To be honest, I was starting to wonder if you would.”

“Well, I’m . . .” Blake gulped. “I’m not always in town. Business. I live—”

“In America, I know.” Jason’s grin turned playful. His fingertip traced the edge of the gold Rolex, dangerously close to running across the skin of Blake’s wrist. “But I’ve been intrigued. They told me a lot about you.”

“Did they, now?” Blake watched Jason’s fingers, watched goose bumps rising on his arm as if his skin were trying its damnedest to close that minute distance. “All good things, I hope?”

“Well.” Something in Jason’s tone prompted Blake to lift his gaze, and when their eyes met, the blue-eyed rentboy said, “They said you’re a high roller.”

“Isn’t everyone who comes in here?”

“Some more than others. But as they say, you get what you pay for.” Jason’s fingers left the watch and slid onto the back of Blake’s hand. “And as far as I’m concerned, if a man is willing to pay, I’m definitely willing to play.”

Blake’s body temperature was soaring now, and it wasn’t only from the warm fingertips currently exploring the grooves and contours of his hand. “So you’re saying you’re expensive?”

Jason laughed, the sound soft and mischievous at the same time. “Let’s just say that if they sold me in a department store, I’d be in the ‘if you have to ask, you can’t afford it’ section.”

Oh dear sweet mother of God. Blake’s pulse was out of control. How many men had taken out second mortgages, sold their cars, and lived on ramen noodles to pay whatever price Jason commanded? Money wasn’t an issue for Blake, but damn, sitting across from Jason now while that scorching point of contact drove him insane, he was already cataloguing assets that could be, if the situation warranted, jettisoned.

“So that brings us to the next question.” Jason drew swirls on the back of Blake’s hand because, hell, Blake wasn’t already losing his mind. “What are you looking for tonight?”

Blake swallowed. “Well, um . . .”

Get it together, Raleigh. This is a business negotiation. This is what you do. Close the fucking deal without getting screwed. Err, without getting fucked. Err . . . crap.

He took a deep breath and pushed his shoulders back, channeling the professional side of him that had earned the money that would be going into Jason’s wallet tonight. “You ever driven a Lamborghini?”

Jason squirmed. “Not yet.”

“I have one.” Blake grinned. “Had two for a while, but now I have one.”

“Yeah?” Jason held his gaze, and Blake wondered how close the guy was to licking his chops.

Blake turned his hand over and, with a single fingertip, teased the soft skin on the inside of Jason’s wrist. “Car like that fetches a lot of money. A lot.”

“Yeah, it does.” Jason shifted, as if he were trying not to squirm again, but failing miserably.

What’s that, Jason? Is that a button of yours?

Blake leaned closer, mirroring Jason’s advance from earlier. “So you can imagine that you’d want to be very careful where you invest your money with a car like that. Make sure it’s exactly the right model.” He drew his nail along the side Jason’s hand, and was rewarded with a subtle gasp and some goose bumps. “Make sure the seats are good and comfortable. High-quality leather. Smooth transmission.” He grinned. “Right?”

Jason’s Adam’s apple jumped. He didn’t speak, but nodded slightly.

“So I’m sure you understand”—Blake slid his hand free and laid it over the top of Jason’s—“the necessity of a test drive.”

Jason’s eyes met his, and from his wide pupils to his parted lips, the deal was most definitely struck. “Are you here with your own car?”

“Limo driver.”

“What about this: you’ll take me to your hotel, and if you like what you’re getting in the car, I’ll join you in your room and you pay full price.”

Blake was definitely too interested to haggle about the specifics. Jason struck him as exactly the kind of rentboy to get him over his jet lag and rev his engine, as it were. Settling on anything less was out of the question. “Deal. Let me text the driver.” He fished the cell phone from his pocket and told the driver to be at the curb.

Jason half finished his mojito, and they got up and headed toward the exit. The guard—Brandon—gave them a good-natured I told you so smile, and then they were in the alley behind Market Garden.

The driver pulled up, and Blake didn’t wait for him to open the door—he simply held it for Jason and then slid in beside him. “Back to the hotel, please.”

Jason raised the privacy screen before he turned to face him. Then he took Blake’s hand and pushed it against his stomach, right above the belt buckle, and lifted his hips up to make the invitation doubly clear.

Blake couldn’t decide where to touch him first, how far Jason would let him go and how to make the most of the maybe ten minutes they had until they arrived at the hotel. They were brushing, Jason’s legs wide open, and Blake slid his hand over the very hard cock straining against those leather pants. Long and thick too, and, mingled with the scent of the leather—he couldn’t wait to see it, taste it, feel every inch of it.

“No clothes off.” Jason’s eyes were heavy-lidded, but focused. “No orgasm.”

“You’re too much in control for that to happen after a little touching.”

Jason grinned and grabbed his tie. “Not so sure about you.” He pulled the tie knot a bit tighter. “Italian silk?”


“Milan, I reckon.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a man who can analyze a tie while he’s that hard.”

Jason tugged the tie, drawing Blake to him. “Wait till you see what I can do when I’m naked.”

Oh fuck . . .

Jason groaned, his lips nearly touching Blake’s, and Blake realized that he’d squeezed Jason’s cock harder. And obviously Jason liked it, so he did it again, which brought a string of profanity from Jason’s lips. Before Blake could comment—maybe ask how colorful his vocabulary would get when he was naked—Jason kissed him.

Well. That answered the question of whether Jason was okay with kissing on the mouth. Some of the rentboys weren’t, but Jason was . . .

Holy . . .

None of them kissed like he did. None of them. Maybe he was only making sure the test drive was good and impressive, or maybe he really was that turned on, but all the maybes and the possibilities added up to Blake nearly falling to pieces on the limo seat. Jason walked that fine line between aggressive and overbearing, inching just close enough to the latter to be hot as hell. He kept a firm grip on Blake’s tie, as if he knew exactly how much of a turn-on that was, and demanded access to Blake’s mouth. All the while, he rubbed his hard-on against Blake’s palm, as if to remind him that his hand was still on top of the clothed erection that would be his entertainment for the evening.

Jason’s palm warmed the inside of Blake’s thigh, his body heat radiating through Blake’s trousers as if they weren’t even there.

Panic rippled through Blake.

No clothes off? No orgasms?

He opened his eyes and looked past Jason at their surroundings beyond the heavily tinted windows. They were still a few minutes away from the hotel. Still a few minutes away from moving their negotiations into the lobby, the lift, the room, the bed.

And Jason’s hand was slowly—and not very subtly—sliding higher.

Yeah, Jason was controlled enough to keep himself from coming or tearing off some clothing, but Blake’s certainty about his own control was waning rapidly as Jason’s fingertips traced the inseam of his trousers.

Jason ran his whole hand over Blake’s clothed cock and balls. Blake groaned, and he couldn’t help breaking the kiss as he did. He couldn’t concentrate on things like kissing and being kissed and being halfway decent at kissing when those slender fingers were running along every inch of his uncomfortably hard dick.

“Jared and Tristan weren’t lying,” Jason whispered.

“Yeah?” Blake panted. “What . . . what did they say?”

“They raved about you.” Jason’s lips grazed Blake’s at the same time his fingertips traced the head of Blake’s cock through his fly. “They were certainly”—he squeezed Blake firmly enough to make him gasp—“fans.”

“Any specifics?”

“Oh yes.” Jason’s smile was audible. “So far, it’s all true.”

Blake was too turned on to worry a great deal about whether the prostitutes of Market Garden had their own forum where they rated johns. “Such as?”

“Well, what do you think?”

Blake squirmed. “Good personal hygiene?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “That’s a low bottom line.”

“I was trying for self-deprecating.”

“You must be the only guy out there who can be self-deprecating while he’s this hard.” He grinned at Blake, baring all teeth. “It doesn’t really suit you.”

Yeah. Jason was most definitely rattling his cage, and rattling it thoroughly. But it was hard to care with Jason this close, and them both being this turned on. “G-good taste in music?”

“That was one.” Jason sinuously, fluidly pushed against Blake’s hand. “Any other guesses?”


Jason grinned and nodded. “But we already ticked that off the list. They mentioned your good taste in watches. Actually, your good taste generally.” Jason kissed him again, as if to drive home every meaning of the word taste, and it made Blake desperate to feel those lips around his cock. But—no clothes off, and no orgasm. He sure as hell hoped he’d last longer than it would take them to reach his hotel.

Blake broke the kiss and kissed Jason’s neck, caught a whiff of aftershave or shower gel—whatever it was exactly, it made Jason smell delicious. He couldn’t wait to get him into bed and get down and dirty with him.

The car pulled up outside the hotel, and Blake separated from Jason, reluctantly. No need to scandalize the driver with particulars. The man had probably seen worse, but Blake didn’t quite know where the lines of sexual harassment in the workplace started in the UK. “Nearly there.”

Jason sat up. At some point, he’d let Blake’s tie go, and Blake pushed a finger into the space between throat and the knot to loosen it again.

“So, how did you like the test drive?” Jason adjusted himself in his pants.

“I think we’d better go in my office and discuss price.”


About the Authors

EPIC Award winner and Lambda Award finalist Aleksandr Voinov is an emigrant German author living near London, where he works as a financial editor. His genres range from science fiction and fantasy to thriller, historical, contemporary, thriller, and erotica. His books were/are published by Random House Germany, Samhain Publishing, Riptide Publishing, and others.

If he isn’t writing, he studies hypnotherapy, explores historical sites, and meets other writers. He single-handedly sustains three London bookstores with his ever-changing research projects. His current interests include special forces operations during World War II, the history of chess, European magical traditions, and how to destroy the world and plunge it into a nuclear winter without having the benefit of nuclear weapons.

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L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut . . .

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Tour: The Deep of the Sound (Bluewater Bay #8) by Amy Lane *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*


The Deep of the Sound (Bluewater Bay #8)
by Amy Lane

An M/M Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released June 15th 2015


Cal McCorkle has lived in Bluewater Bay his whole life. He works two jobs to support a brother with a laundry list of psychiatric diagnoses and a great uncle with Alzheimer’s, and his personal life amounts to impersonal hookups with his boss. He’s got no time, no ambition, and no hope. All he has is family, and they’re killing him one responsibility at a time.

Avery Kennedy left Los Angeles, his family, and his sleazy boyfriend to attend a Wolf’s Landing convention, and he has no plans to return. But when he finds himself broke and car-less in Bluewater Bay, he’s worried he’ll have to slink home with his tail between his legs. Then Cal McCorkle rides to his rescue, and his urge to run away dies a quick death.

Avery may seem helpless at first, but he can charm Cal’s fractious brother, so Cal can pretty much forgive him anything. Even being adorkable. And giving him hope. But Cal can only promise Avery “until we can’t”—and the cost of changing that to “until forever” might be too high, however much they both want it.



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If there ever was a character who my heart went out to within pages of meeting him, it was Cal. Poor guy couldn’t catch a break (no pun intended!). Caretaker to his uncle and his brother, Cal spends his mornings fishing and his nights working just to make ends meet. With a non-existent love life, Cal settles for the occasional hook up with his boss. His life has no room for anything else, so when Avery walks into his life his world is turned on its axis.

Avery is everything Cal isn’t looking for, but the very man who manages to bring him back to life. He’s funny, quirky and determined to make it on his own in Bluewater Bay. Things don’t work out as planned, initially. But regardless of the circumstances he’s enjoying the time spent with Cal. Especially since Cal isn’t judgmental of Avery’s ways, out to get something from him or indifferent of his presence.

But with everything that’s going on in their lives, can these two meet somewhere in the middle to make something of the connection they share?

*sigh* It’s been a while since I read an Amy Lane book and with this story I scolded myself for being a fool. With her trademark mix of humor, emotions and complex characters, Amy Lane made The Deep of the Sound my favorite book in the Bluewater Bay series so far.

I loved Cal. His life was not an easy one, but he remained stoic through it all–even at his expense. It was easy to admire him for his dedication to family and even easier still to cheer him on once he met Avery. Those few moments when he allowed himself the chance to live for himself showed how remarkable a man he was and how much weight he carried around because of his responsibilities. That is why having Avery come into his life when he did was a treat to read for me.

Avery was a fun character to get to know. He felt deeply, yearned for something more and had an amazing caring heart. He complemented Cal in every way–understanding his needs and adjusting his role accordingly. And he did this while dealing with his own plethora of problems. How can I not love him too?

Of course, this wouldn’t have been such a fantastic read without the connection and chemistry the author made sure to develop between the Cal and Avery. Their every interaction showed that they had something worth exploring. Be it the awkward moments were neither one knew how to proceed, the smexy ones where they let loose or the honest ones where they confessed their deepest fears–every single interaction worked to strengthened their initial connection. So when the time came for emotions to come up to play, both Cal and Avery were deeply invested in their ‘friendship’.

All in all, a wonderful romantic read that reminded me how much I enjoy Amy Lane’s work.

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.



We don’t always know when the end of a relationship is coming.  When I was in college,  two different guys broke up with me while I was totally concentrating on something entirely different.  Boy, did I look stupid when I kept thinking we were together, and it turned out I was just counting a drawer at McDonald’s, or waiting for my cue line offstage, and my boyfriend was telling me we were better off as buddies.

In this case, Avery thinks he’s making a move to change his relationship for the better.  What he doesn’t see is that there’s no walking away from the train wreck that happens when he flies off the rails.


“Are you going out today, Avery?”

Avery Kennedy rolled over in bed and glared at his phone on the charger. “You’re asking me that now?” Christ. Six a.m.? Was that even legal?

“We need milk, Avery, and food—you got a problem going shopping or are you too ‘busy’ with your ‘job’?”

Avery sat up in bed and put on his glasses, the better to squint at Billy Rivera—current boyfriend and giant fucking tool. Yeah, he was still good looking—square jaw, blue eyes, dark-blond hair, square shoulders, swagger—but Avery wasn’t nearly as impressed with a good-looking guy in a suit anymore.

“My ‘job’ is paying for that ‘food’ you want so badly,” Avery said, letting some of his irritation burn through his exhaustion. “And the rent on this shitty apartment—which you are conveniently living in while you go to your ‘job’ that requires you to buy suits you can’t afford and really fucking nice shoes.”

Billy jerked, obviously stung. “Look, A—we talked about this. I’m in an internship for the business and I got to look the part—”

“Whatever,” Avery grumbled, not wanting to lose sleep over fighting. He took off his glasses and grabbed his phone, making sure it was set for 8 a.m. “You go look the part—I’m going back to sleep so I can wake up and finish the article that’s going to buy your groceries.”

“You didn’t finish last night?” Billy asked idly, going to the closet for one of the really awesome ties Avery had bought from Nordies to celebrate the stupid internship. Oh yeah—they’d been happy at first because sure, it didn’t pay as much as getting a job right out of college might, but the possibilities! They’d seemed endless—six months ago they’d seemed endless. Now Avery was wondering when there was an end to the possibilities and a beginning to Billy getting a freaking job.

Which was hilarious, because the more Billy sat and ate lunch (which he bought with Avery’s money because his check barely paid for utilities in the little apartment in North Hollywood), the more he complained to his new work friends about Avery getting a freaking job.

“No,” Avery mumbled, wondering why Billy was so interested in him all of a sudden. God, where was Billy when Avery wanted to talk? Well, usually Avery wanted to talk around one, two in the morning, so that wasn’t really fair, but geez, didn’t it suck to be woken up and told you weren’t good enough. Again. “I was waiting for some data from the company. It’ll be here by eight.”

“So what was all that typing I heard last night?”

Avery blinked and widened his eyes, playing for time. “You were up? Sorry, babe. Didn’t mean to keep you up.”

“No—I mean, I was sort of thinking about coming to . . .” Billy raised his eyebrows above his blue eyes and nodded his head in the classic C’mon baby, gimme sumpn sumpn gesture, and Avery smiled a little, remembering that Billy’s charm and his humor had attracted him in the first place

“Yeah, well—” he yawned “—next time come ask. I was writing some fanfic while I waited for a response. Got a whole story done, was—”

Billy’s curled lip radiated disgust. “You mean you’re all complaining about being tired and you were just fucking around?”

“I was on the computer getting some crucial data!” God, he was pissed now, and there went any hope of going back to sleep. Urgh, he hated that—fucked his day all up, because first he’d get up and work, then he’d take a nap, then when the rest of the world was on the fucking road or in the grocery store or at the post office, that’s when Avery got to run errands. “I was working, and I took a break and did something I enjoyed. You know, like when you read Buzzfeed at work and send me six thousand stupid links about shit I don’t care about?”

Billy’s look of hurt was unmistakable. “I thought we were connecting,” he said, and Avery sighed and ground his face into the pillow.

“You’re right. We were. But you go sit and eat lunch with all your friends and tell jokes, and me and my friends make GIF sets and write stories about Wolf’s Landing. It’s my chance to play, that’s all. I’ve been working on this piece about fracking for a week—I’m pissed, I’m depressed, and I feel like the world’s gone to hell in a fucking handbasket. Let me have my heroes, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Billy muttered in disgust. “Are you going to submit it and get paid today? Because tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day and I’d really like to go out to dinner—”

“With me this time?” Avery asked suspiciously, because last time it had been to take the boss out to dinner, and there went half a commission in expensive scotch.

“Yeah, with you this time! And with Sandy and Anthony, because I sort of owe them from—”

Avery buried his head in the pillow and growled. “Oh my God. Billy, could you, I don’t know, maybe stop spending my money long enough to hear what I was planning to do with it?”

Billy’s jaw dropped. “What’s it to you, A? Man, the money just appears in the account anyway—why do you care how we spend it?”

“Because I am saving money for a trip to Washington in March, do you remember that?”

“For what? So you and your friends can all wax your knobs about Wolf Hammer and Greg Sandford or what the fuck ever?”

Wolf’s Landing and Gabriel Hanford,” he snarled. “And he’s played by an out actor, so maybe show a little respect. And you know what? Go to work, impress your friends. But I want to split our accounts again, okay? You are so not hearing me when I talk about finances.” Oh yeah, Billy thought he was just going to let that “appears in the account” thing slide. Avery busted his ass too hard to have his boyfriend spending his money without respect.

“Yeah, fine, you do all that paperwork shit,” Billy scoffed. “But when you want sumpn sumpn, you make sure you flash that wallet, big man, because that’s the only way a guy like you can get some.”

With that he threw on his expensive suit coat and slammed the door, leaving Avery wide-awake and fuming.

He knew he wasn’t that great a prize to look at—tall, narrow, all angles, elbows, and ears, with a thatch of dark hair he’d rather comb than cut—but Jesus, that didn’t mean he had no pride, right?

It took him half an hour in his boxers with his phone and the computer to disentangle his and Billy’s finances. It was just a . . . a pulling back, right? A . . . a disentangling, to find something else that worked. They’d done pretty well when they hadn’t been living out of the same bank account, right?

Avery remembered those first couple of months, being so very careful about who had which refrigerator shelf and making sure he treated for movies at least half of the time. Billy had pulled his weight then, hadn’t he?

They used to use Avery’s spending money for shared trips to the movies and weekend getaways to the beach. Nothing too extravagant—Billy had been starting his internship and Avery had been establishing his reliability as a freelancer, but it had been nice. Simple. Avery had liked it that way.

Maybe splitting their finances would get things back to where they’d been at the beginning. Before Billy had decided he was too good to be seen with a guy who looked like a walking haystack and would rather hang with his fanfic forum than people who worried about the shine on their shoes.


About the Author

Amy Lane exists happily with her noisy family in a crumbling suburban crapmansion, and equally happily with the surprisingly demanding voices who live in her head.

She loves cats, movies, yarn, pretty colors, pretty men, shiny things, and Twu Wuv, and despises house cleaning, low fat granola bars, and vainglorious prickweenies.

She can be found at her computer, dodging housework, or simultaneously reading, watching television, and knitting, because she likes to freak people out by proving it can be done.

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New Release! The Love of Wicked Men Season One by Brandon Shire *Review*


The Love of Wicked Men Season One
by Brandon Shire

An Erotic Legal Thriller
Released June 12th 2015



Sid Rivers and Jack Brown are two sides of the same coin. One is a lawyer with his own firm and dreams of money and power; the other is a criminal with a lengthy record and a quest for vengeance. When they meet, sparks fly. But was their meeting an accident? Or was it planned by the billionaires who want to control their destiny?

The Love of Wicked Men is an erotic journey into the underbelly of the legal profession, the corporate culture of profit-at-any-cost, and the secret world of industrial espionage.



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Sid Rivers is an ambitious lawyer who will stop at nothing to be successful. Being wealthy and powerful is all he’s about and he will stop at nothing to achieve his goal. Then he meets Jack Brown. The sexy thug has caught Sid’s eye but the last thing he needs at the moment is a distraction.

Jack Brown is out for revenge and he’s determined to get it regardless of who stands in his path. Not even the arrogant, sexy lawyer that pushes all his buttons will lead him astray.

Oh what a wicked web of lies, deception, power and corruption does Mr. Brandon Shire weave!

Right from the get go we get to know Sid Rivers and all he stands for. He is arrogant, selfish and rude. He knows what he wants and he will go to any means necessary to get it. As the episode progressed we got to see Sid getting more involved in this new case and get a glimpse of how dangerous it can become for him in the long run.

I did not like Sid at all, but I was so very intrigued by him. Jack Brown, on the other hand, was as likable as he was confusing. I didn’t get much from him, but the little I got had me thinking that his story was a good one.

In Episode Two the twist just keep on coming and so does the revelations. We now get to know a bit more about Jack but not enough to understand his connection to Sid. Meanwhile, Sid studies the information he retrieve and starts plotting his way through the case. He involves his partner and associates and puts his plan in motion.

Jack and Sid continue to cross paths and the tension between them keeps up mounting. Especially after that Sid’s rendezvous with an old flame. It was so very wicked and such a tease for things to come!!! And I’m not even going to mention how tantalizing the ending was. This tangled web was only going to get messier!

By Episode Three, with the plan to take down the opposition in motion, Sid starts getting results. And with those come some betrayals too. The associates are doing their best to make their end goal, especially the few Sid trusts to make it happen. However, there’s always one who to screw things up and puts everything in jeopardy. Oh but how I wanted to strangle that little dweeb!

Unfortunately I didn’t get my fix of Jack and Sid, since they didn’t get any ‘screen’ time together. Sid is keeping his distance since he learned Jack’s not who he thought he was and Jack is off tying some loose ends and figuring out who’s after him. But don’t start fretting yet! We do get to see Jack getting his groove one. And what a sexy groove it was! My anticipation for Sid and Jack getting together was definitely off the charts!

With Episode Three getting all twisty and complicated it was time to take it down a notch. Or so I thought! In Episode Four Sid is feeling the pressure and is in need of unwinding. This is where he meets and get his ass handed to him by no other than Hunter Stephens. He’s one of the main characters in Brandon Shire’s Afflicted I and I loved seeing him again.

What also made this episode so enjoyable was that I got to know a little bit more about Sid’s past and what propelled him to be the person he is at present. Jack also sheds some layers in this episode. I loved watching him struggle and seeing how his connection to Sid had him all out of sorts. But let me be honest here, what I loved, loved about this episode was that i finally got to see Sid and Jack together. And I have no words, dammit! It was all I was expecting and a whole lot more. HOT doesn’t even come close.

And after that little treasure of Episode Four we find ourselves in the midst of chaos in Episode Five. And what a ride it was! We finally find some answers, encounter some more betrayals and go, go, go! There was action and violence, angst and tenderness and quite a few gasping moments thrown in there to keep you interested.

In this episode Sid realizes just how dangerous it was to take this case. We also continue to learn more about him and watch as he fights his connection to Jack at every step. Ohhh and we get one hell of a turn of events! First, there’s the hook up I did not see coming but loved to experience. Then there was the news that left me reeling. This episode…epic!

With Episode Six being the last one of the season you can expect it will be as fantastic as the others. In Episode Six, Jack finally finds some closure and Sid has the power he always wanted. He has achieved what he set out to do but not in the manner he set out to do it. Now he must try to salvage what he can while coming to terms with how grave and real the danger is–not only to himself but for Jack too. It was a bittersweet conclusion for Season One, but I don’t think I would’ve ended it any other way. Only time will tell what’s in store for these wicked men!

Some will say I’m biased since I consider Mr. Shire to be one of my favorite authors, but I assure you I am not. In my experience not every author can take an idea, roll with it and deliver a fantastic story while still taking into consideration the readers’ input. Add to that the fact that the cast of characters (and believe me there are quite a few!) were all intriguing in their own right, complex and developed as the story continued on.

Personally, it was the mix of characters and riveting storyline that keep me reading all through the night. The constant twists and turns, the characters that I loved to hate and the anticipation of what the hell was going to happen next had me in a fit of grunts, swearing and OH MY GAWDs! I am certainly looking forward to the next season. There MUST be a next season!

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.


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About the Author

Great stories should not depend on gender or sexual preference of a character, but instead upon the strength of the characters and the honesty and urgency of the story.

Brandon Shire proves he understands the complexity of writing LGBT fiction from two very different viewpoints – serious and smexy. His serious fiction is written for those who enjoy a book which explores life’s darker elements in a more literary form, while the smexy fiction is for those who enjoy a graphically erotic romance.

Regardless of the differentiation above, Brandon writes for people who enjoy being challenged, and for those who strive to understand situations they don’t typically encounter. He pens raw, emotional stories about characters which readers will either love or love to hate.

Life and love are pretty damned special, but neither is always perfect. Life can be painful, and real love hard to find. Brandon’s fiction is an exploration of the (sometimes) arduous search for the happiness we all desire.

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Tour: Wedding Favors (Bluewater Bay #7) by Anne Tenino *Giveaway*


Wedding Favors (Bluewater Bay #7)
by Anne Tenino

An M/M Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released April 13th 2015



Lucas Wilder’s best friend is a traitor. First, Audrey moved back to their hick-infested hometown, Bluewater Bay, and now she’s marrying a local. His own brother, in fact. And as her Man of Honor, Lucas gets coerced into returning for an extended stay. Although, between his unfaithful ex-boyfriend and his artist’s block, going home isn’t the worst thing that could happen. Even if the Best Man is Gabriel Savage, Lucas’s first crush, first hookup, and first heartbreak.

The only reason Gabe hasn’t been waiting for Lucas to return to Bluewater Bay is because he never thought it’d happen. Not that it matters now that Lucas is back—Gabe’s still a logger who’s never been anywhere (Canada doesn’t count), and Lucas is now a famous sculptor who’s been everywhere twice. Plus, there’s that shared past.

When Audrey asks Lucas to make her wedding favors, the only place to set up a kiln is at Gabe’s tree farm. Soon, they pick up where they left off twelve years before, then blow past it, discovering why neither of them forgot the other. Now they have to choose how much of their history they’ll repeat, and what future they’ll make together.




About the Author

Catalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.
Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, scifi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.

Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.

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Tour: Crash & Burn (Cut & Run #9) by Abigail Roux *Review and Giveaway*


Hello and thank you for joining me as I bid a fond farewell to Ty and Zane on the Crash & Burn virtual tour! For the next five days, join me on my virtual stops to help me say goodbye to the Cut & Run series with cut scenes, playlists, behind the scenes looks at the process of writing this last book, and a peek at the original plan for the series and the twists and turns it took on its journey to the end.

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Crash & Burn (Cut & Run #9)
by Abigail Roux

An M/M Romantic Suspense
From Riptide Publishing
Released March 31st 2015



It’s been five years since Special Agents Ty Grady and Zane Garrett first worked together to solve the Tri-State murders, and time has been both harsh and kind. Engaged now, they face the challenge of planning a deeply uncertain future together. Zane is at the pinnacle of his career with one last mystery to solve, while Ty is at sea in a world where he’s no longer the tip of a spear.
There’s just one more hurdle in the way of their happy ever after: a traitor from their inner circle who threatens to burn their world to the ground.

Squeezed between the Vega cartel, an unknown mole, and too many alphabet agencies to count, Ty and Zane must gather all their strength and resources to beat the longest odds they’ve ever faced. To make it out alive, they’ll need help from every friend they’ve got. Even the friends who might betray their trust.


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From the very first books where I wanted to throttle Ty and Zane both for being so stubborn to the latest ones where I swooned right along with them, the Cut & Run series has been an adventure filled ride. So here we are at the end of the series–a fantastic series at that. Of course, it’s bittersweet to get to this point but ohhh what an amazing journey it has been!

In this installment we get to see our boys trying to fight for a future together. Secrets are revealed, enemies come to light, some bonds are broken while others are strengthened further. We also get to hang out with the Sidewinders and Liam Bell (ohhh that man!). But most of all we get to see how far Ty and Zane have come the last few years. Their devotion to each other ran deeper than ever before, their love was as fierce as ever and their loyalty to those they love shined throughout.

Kudos to Abigail Roux for making my boys go out with a roar! (no pun intended!) Every single element added to the story only served to further my enjoyment of it. Be it the tender, loving scenes or the action-packed ones, everything worked to bring forth not only how deeply Ty and Zane were bonded but what a fantastic pair of agents they truly were.

And let’s not forget about the twist and turns added at every single turn of the page. These kept me reading well through the night, which my nails (or lack of them!) can attest to that fact. I was riveted, astonished, frustrated and completely engrossed.

Like I said before, it’s sad to see Ty and Zane’s story come to a close but Abi did a wonderful job of bringing it to the page. I love my boys and it was such a thrill to them coming out on top and stronger than ever. Hell, even Liam Bell got to me!

All in all, a fabulous conclusion to a wonderful series. Hopefully there’ll be more from the Sidewinders and the elusive Liam Bell in the near future. Well done Abi Roux. Well done indeed!


About the Author

Abigail Roux was born and raised in North Carolina. A past volleyball star who specializes in sarcasm and painful historical accuracy, she currently spends her time coaching high school volleyball and investigating the mysteries of single motherhood. Any spare time is spent living and dying with every Atlanta Braves and Carolina Panthers game of the year. Abigail has a daughter, Little Roux, who is the light of her life, a boxer, four rescued cats who play an ongoing live-action variation of ‘Call of Duty’ throughout the house, a certifiable extended family down the road, and a cast of thousands in her head.

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Tour: There’s Something About Ari (Bluewater Bay #2) by L.B. Gregg *Review, Q&A and Giveaway*



BWB_SeriesCoverWelcome to Bluewater Bay! This quiet little logging town on Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula has been stagnating for decades, on the verge of ghost town status. Until a television crew moves in to film Wolf’s Landing, a soon-to-be cult hit based on the wildly successful shifter novels penned by local author Hunter Easton.

Wolf’s Landing’s success spawns everything from merchandise to movie talks, and Bluewater Bay explodes into a mecca for fans and tourists alike. The locals still aren’t quite sure what to make of all this—the town is rejuvenated, but at what cost? And the Hollywood-based production crew is out of their element in this small, mossy seaside locale. Needless to say, sparks fly.

This collaborative story world is brought to you by ten award-winning, best-selling LGBTQ romance authors: L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. Maxfield, Aleksandr Voinov, Heidi Belleau, Rachel Haimowitz, Anne Tenino, Amy Lane, SE Jakes, and G.B. Gordon. Each contemporary novel stands alone, but all are built around the town and the people of Bluewater Bay and the Wolf’s Landing media empire.

L.B. Gregg kicks off the second half of the tour with There’s Something About Ari, the second book in the multi-author Bluewater Bay series.

Every comment on this blog tour enters you in a drawing for a $10 Riptide Publishing store credit. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on November 16th, and winners will be announced on November 17th. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.



There’s Something About Ari (Bluewater Bay #2)
by L.B. Gregg



Buck Ellis’s future seems pretty damn bright. With a full college scholarship in hand, he’s going to ditch Bluewater Bay and pave the way for his kid brother Charlie to do the same. The only fly in Buck’s ointment is his ten-year addiction to his best friend since second grade, his true love, and his Achilles heel: Ari Valentine, Mr. Least Likely to Succeed.

But then Buck’s mother dies, changing everything, and five years later, his future is still on hold. It’s a struggle to keep food on the table, a roof over their heads, and Charlie on the straight and narrow. Buck can’t afford any temptation, especially in the form of the newly returned, super hot, super confident, super successful television star Ari Valentine.

ADHD poster-child Ari Valentine left for Hollywood and lost everything, including his bad reputation. Then the breakthrough role of his skyrocketing career lands him back in Bluewater Bay, to the stunned disbelief of, well, everyone. But there’s only one person Ari longs to impress—the only person who ever really mattered to him, the person he left behind: Buck Ellis.


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Q&A with L.B. Gregg

Since you’re writing in the Bluewater Bay Universe how was your writing experience different for this story than others you’ve written?

I’ve always created my own characters and set those stories in real places, so finding my footing in Bluewater Bay was a challenge. Once I settled into Buck’s point of view, the story flowed and the town felt more like home. I had to keep checking our bible to remember where things were, or who the other characters in town and on the show are. We worked together to create a map—but these are stand alone stories. Love interest Ari Valentine plays a character on the show, but the POV is a Buck’s and he’s a barista. He’s not tuned in to Wolf’s Landing—the show. He doesn’t even watch it! He’s just a young guy, trying to figure things out.

Was this story something you already had planned to write or did you come up with it solely as an addition to the Bluewater Bay Universe?

A little of both, actually. I planned to write a New Adult this year and I really wanted to do another book with Riptide (because yay), so when they asked me to climb onboard I said yes.

I unearthed a scene I wrote years ago from a book that later became Mistletoe at Midnight—and that chunk was my jumping off point in creating both Buck and Ari. I boiled those pages down and extracted about two paragraphs. They became a turning point moment in Buck and Ari’s shared history and the last memory Buck had of Ari when they were teenagers.

How hard has it been for you, research-wise, to bring this series to life?

A lot of email flew back and forth! There’s now a map and a bible we can refer to, but the big kicker for me was never having been to the Pacific Northwest. It’s on my list of places I want to go. I researched, and asked lots of questions. In the long run I focused on my strengths—character building and dialog. Sharing an editor is a huge part of keeping the series vision cohesive, and Sarah is simply fantastic.

How would you describe this series to someone who has not read any of the books but is intrigued by the concept?

The most intriguing part of Bluewater Bay is that the series is set in one place, revolving around this amazing new TV show, but each author is free to create their own story, characters, places, and we build on that world together.

I love this concept. It reminds me a little of the Rhode Island School of Design bicycle requirement. Do you know it? Freshman applicants must submit a pencil drawing of a bicycle on plain white paper, measuring 16” x 20”. It’s amazing to see how each artist interprets a bike. You can see the results on google images.

I felt like we had that same opportunity in Bluewater Bay. Each of us has a unique point of view, voice, and style and we’re able to share our vision of Bluewater Bay with readers.

That’s pretty cool.

What are your current projects?

I’m working on a new Christmas story—for the Comfort and Joy anthology with my friends Josh Lanyon, Harper Fox, and Joanna Chambers. My contribution is Waiting for Winter. Set in Vermont, my two guys are ex lovers, stranded alone together on Christmas Eve. That’s coming out in early December.




Buck Ellis leads a simple life–taking care of his younger brother, going to work and merely going through the motions. His sole focus is making sure to keep his brother at his side, regardless of his dreams and aspirations. But his ordinary existence is about to get a bit complicated when his teenage crush and one time best friend, Ari, moves in next door.

Buck never forgot the young man he spent his youth with or the feelings he once felt towards him. But Buck hasn’t allowed himself to feel anything in years and having Ari popping in his life at every turn soon has him a complete mess.

The one thing I loved most about this story were the characters. At just a little over 90 pages of content, L.B. Gregg does a fantastic job of bringing these characters to life. We get to know Buck and Ari’s history as young men, how their connection grew through the years and the pain their sudden separation caused in both of them.

I came to understand Buck’s hesitancy in letting Ari into his life once again, but it broke my heart to see him so conflicted. Especially since his feelings towards Ari ran so deep. I would have loved to experience Ari’s side of the story first hand since I believe that his turmoil over leaving and keeping his distance would have added a lot more to the story. However, the author managed to give me more than a glimpse into his personality and his feelings towards Buck, which quelled my curiosity.

Through the use of honest and often heated interactions, L.B. Gregg provided insight into the connection Buck and Ari shared and how deeply their feelings for one another truly were. I enjoyed Ari’s easy manner and charming personality but I loved it when he was direct and confronted Buck about his actions and feelings. I especially enjoyed it when they both just let go and gave in. It was hot and sweet and in my opinion, way too short of an encounter.

All in all, a sweet second chance story and a great addition to the Bluewater Bay universe.

*I received a copy of this title through NetGalley in exchange of my honest opinion.


About the Author

When not working from her home in the rolling hills of Northwestern Connecticut, author L.B. Gregg can be spotted in coffee shops from Berlin to Singapore to Panama–sipping lattes and writing sweet, hot, often funny, stories about men who love men.

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Tour: Billionaire with Benefits (Romancelandia #2) by Anne Tenino *Review and Excerpt*


Billionaire with Benefits (Romancelandia #2)
by Anne Tenino

An M/M Contemporary Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released October 18th 2014


It’s just a friend thing.

Before confessing his gayness to his best friend, Tierney Terrebonne’s sex life is -strictly restroom. After confessing his gayness to his best friend… it doesn’t improve much. Why bother trying when the man he’s loved for fourteen years (see: “best friend”) is totally unattainable? Good thing Tierney is an old hand at accepting defeat; all it takes is a bottle of bourbon. Or fifty. Repeat as needed.

Dalton Lehnart has a history of dating wealthy, damaged, closeted, lying, cheating, no-good, cowardly men, so of course he’s immediately attracted to Tierney Terrebonne. Fortunately, Tierney is so dissolute that even Dalton’s feelings for the man would be better described as pity. Which becomes sympathy as they get to know each other. Followed by compassion, concern, caring, and hopefulness as Tierney struggles to change his life. When the man comes out very publicly and enters rehab, Dalton finds himself downright attached to Tierney. And as everyone knows, after attachment comes…

Uh oh.

But post-rehab Tierney can’t handle more than friendship, so Dalton should be safe from repeating his own past mistakes, right? Right?



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From Anne Tenino

Hello, and welcome to the Billionaire with Benefits Blog Tour! *fanfare, etc*

You might have noticed this book took me a while to write… or maybe you didn’t notice, but take my word for it, it did. That might be why it ended up longer than it needed it to be. Ultimately we trimmed over 15,000 words from the original Billionaire manuscript, so posts from me (as opposed to spotlights and reviews) are all going to be cut scenes from the book. Sort of like the extras on a DVD, but, you know, not.

A list of stops on the tour can be found here. Why would you want to follow the tour? Well, because I’m giving away a fabulous, one-of-a-kind Voodoo Ken Kit, which the winner can use to seek revenge on any or all of their exes. How do you win? Check the bottom of each tour post for details.



4 stars

This was certainly not what I expected but completely worth the time to read.

Tierney was not an easy character to like. He was rude, selfish and a complete mess. It was his screwed up ways that ultimately endeared him to me. There were times I wanted to throttle him and many more times where I just wanted to comfort him and take him away from it all. His journey of self-acceptance was slow in coming but a treat to experience nonetheless. His train of thought was all over the place, his emotions were a mess to get behind, but his heart was good and his yearning for something real the one thing that gave me hope.

Dalton, however, was funny, charming and easy-going. He had his moments were he struggled with his past which made him hesitate. He proceeded with caution when he found himself attracted to Tierney, but kept himself open to the possibility of this turning out differently. He questioned and analyzed but soon found h couldn’t stay away. I admired his loyalty and the support he offered Tierney throughout the story, even when it hurt him to do so. He was exactly what Tierney needed from a partner and who ultimately made Tierney a better man.

Anne Tennino’s stories are always a mix of romance, humor and emotions which I’ve come to expect from her stories. I wouldn’t say this was packed-full of humor, but it did have its funny moments that added a nice contrast to the range in emotions she brought to the page. I appreciated the fact that she didn’t hold back in bringing the emotions to the page even if it portrayed the characters in an unfavorable way. Which is why I don’t think the story would have worked as well for me if it would have been brought about in a different manner.

The connection between Dalton and Tierney was easily palpable, but the author went the extra mile in establishing it and making it grow. They did have great chemistry so that helped immensely, but I’m a sucker for those moments when the characters just click and their connection shines through.

I did find the story a bit long, but after reading it through I came to understand that it was necessary to explore all angles of Tierney and Dalton’s life for the story to be accurate and believable to me. Tierney was a complex individual with rampant emotions. His past was riddled with events that made him who he was, so telling his story thoroughly certainly helped me understand his journey better.

Keep in mind that although this is the second book in the Romancelandia series it certainly can be read a stand alone. It centers solely on Dalton and Tierney’s story and as such it goes hand in had with what Anne Tennino states is Romancelandia–a place where “each hero’s tale is fraught with emotion, some peril, and a healthy dose of laughs.”

All in all, a romantic emotion-driven story with some humor thrown into the mix to round it all up.

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.



If you sit here any longer, I will kick your ass, Tierney threatened himself. But it didn’t do any good. Five minutes later, he was still on the curb in front of Ian’s house, staring between his knees at the asphalt. The only difference now was that his butt was cold and it was a little closer to sunset. Fucking October.

He really should get the hell away from this place. The emotions he kept locked down inside him were staging a riot, and he needed to get out of the public eye before one of the inmates got control and caused problems.

Well, more problems. Life would be easier if he didn’t have to live through it in his own skin.

He hadn’t even managed to tell Ian about his grandfather’s death. But seriously, he’d had to convince Ian to not out him first. After what went down with Sam and the bashing the other night, he’d thought the dude would be more understanding. Ian’s assurance that Sam was the only one who knew didn’t fill Tierney with confidence. He knew how shit happened—Sam would share it with just one person, who’d just share with one person, and so on. Before long, everyone would know. Ian had apologized, but then he’d come up with some crap about Sam having already figured it out.

No one could just guess Tierney was gay. Ian had to have told him.

They’d argued about it until Tierney couldn’t listen to Sam’s name one more time and he lost it. He might have said some stuff that was a little over the top after that. When his anger took control, it tended to make him talk trash, usually trash he couldn’t remember very well later.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, running his hands across his face and gripping his hair.

“Are you all right?”

He didn’t need to lift his head; he knew it was the guy from Ian’s office. Dalton. “Uh, nooo.”

The dude’s footsteps came closer. “Can I do anything to help?”

Suck me off? “I doubt it.”

Dalton didn’t go away. He stood there a few more seconds before saying, “If you need to talk, we could go get coffee or something.”

Tierney jerked his head up. “Are you always this annoying?” Persistent fucker.

Dalton didn’t react the way Tierney’d expected—hoped, possibly. Oh, the guy got pissed, nostrils flaring and looking down his nose at Tierney, but he didn’t try to flay him with words like Tierney would have. He simply said, “Probably.”

“The last thing I need is some amateur head shrink, dude. What, you got an A in Psych 101 so now you’ve got mad skills?” See? The flaying with words.

Dalton arched his brows and crossed his arms over his chest, but he still didn’t leave. It gave Tierney a chance to really study him. The dude was no Ian, but he had definite appeal. A slim but not skinny body that Tierney bet was nicely toned under that hoodie. He could see the swell of biceps just stretching Dalton’s sweatshirt. I’d let him blow me.

He was on his feet before he realized where his mind had gone. Maybe something would work out tonight. Dude probably already knew Tierney was gay—he’d bet Dalton was Sam’s one person. May as well get the most out of this queer clusterfuck.

“I’m sorry for being a dick. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it?” As he said it, panic reared up. We don’t do this. Try to pick up guys. It was strictly outside the boundaries he’d set when he’d started playing the role expected of him.

Shut up. Grandfather’s dead, and we’ve just never done it before. Until now, he’d been strictly restroom.

Dalton narrowed his eyes, until Tierney almost couldn’t see their blue color in the shadows. “I don’t drink much.”

“It’s okay, I can drink enough for both of us.” Smooth. You the man.

“Well, that makes your invitation very appealing.” Dalton shoved his bangs off his forehead, but they fell back within a second, flopping over his brow. How could such a blond guy have such dark lashes? Even in the dusk, his hair was so bright it almost glowed. His cheeks had little spots of color—Tierney had really annoyed him, hadn’t he?

Sweet. He could work with that because he was the man. Time to kick the remorse into a higher gear. “I overreacted.”

Dalton huffed. “Are you talking about out here with me, or in there with Ian? And Sam?”

Tierney’s stomach seized up but otherwise he ignored the reference to his friend and his friend’s lover. “If you’d rather get coffee, I can do that instead.”

Finally Dalton met his eyes again, tightening his lips but giving him a brow lift. “I’m offering you a chance to talk if you want—or not, if you don’t—not an opportunity to fuck me.”

Sam had told him. He had to unclench his fist in order to keep his voice relaxed. “Who said anything about hooking up?”

Dalton’s lip curled. “You’re far more obvious than you think.”

“You’re pretty fucking obvious yourself. You flame almost as brightly as Sam. What’s it like to be a stereotype?”

Before he could blink, Dalton was right up in Tierney’s face, and yes, he was a couple inches shorter, but Tierney still found himself intimidated. And invigorated, because anger was seductive, and Dalton was much more than Tierney had originally thought, and he had those eyes and his hair was sexy with the long-in-front-and-short-in-back thing. What would his bangs feel like brushing across Tierney’s naked skin?

Get a grip. He stepped toward the guy, until they nearly touched, like he’d fallen into Dalton’s gravitational field. I’d love to orbit you, baby.

Dalton didn’t back down, jaw set, eyes flashing in the twilight, and voice too controlled. “Mister Terrebonne. I get that you’re a closet case—”

“I knew Sam couldn’t keep that to himself!”

Dalton ignored him, even though Tierney had nearly yelled down his throat. “I even get that you’re scared, but I will not be a handy punching bag for your existential distress, and I won’t apologize for being who I am. I’ve been there and done that, which is more than you can say.”

Tierney swallowed, trying to unstick some kind of response, but his throat clogged up on him, strangling his words.

Dalton leaned forward, and now their chests were touching, his hoodie sliding and catching against Tierney’s coat, and his lips so close Tierney could feel them move just below his ear. “And in the future?” he whispered. “Anytime you start thinking you’re better than me because you pretend to be straight? You just remember you wanted to tap this.”

Tierney couldn’t breathe. Fuck, what if it was an allergic reaction to too much reality? Dalton stepped off, releasing Tierney from his field. Enough so he could sip some air.

But of course the dude wasn’t done slicing and dicing him. “I’d recommend not taking it out on other people either, if you want to have any friends left.” He started to go, then stopped, pointing his finger at Tierney. “And if you try to do anything to ruin Sam and Ian’s relationship, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Panic had filled his gut and petrified his diaphragm, and the rest of Tierney’s emotions began their eddying dance. They were starting to really whirl by the time Dalton shoved past him, leaving.

Don’t let him go. In his addled state, the guy suddenly looked more like a life preserver than the cause of Tierney’s internal rough seas. He whirled around. “I could drink coffee,” he croaked, then cringed. He may as well have sliced open his torso and invited Dalton to have a peek inside the asylum. Jesus fucking Christ, he was pathetic.

But the dude had stopped. “Are you saying you do want someone to talk to?” Dalton stood there, still within inches. Waiting for Tierney to answer.

What’s my answer? He stared at Dalton’s ear, right in front of his face, and the dude’s hair where it had been clipped short over the curve of it.

It seemed like a trustworthy ear. “I do.” Tierney cleared the frog out of his throat. “Want someone to talk to.”

Fuck. Dizzy spell.

“Enough to not be a dick?”

He swallowed. “Um, could you define that for me?”

Dalton sighed, turning to him. “Can you try not to pick me up?”

“I can try that.”

“Just platonic.” Dalton pointed at him, index finger an inch from Tierney’s nose. “And don’t make me regret this.” He dropped his hand, giving Tierney a warning look. “I’m taking my own car.”

“Of course.” Tierney nodded. “I’ll follow you. Lead me where you want me to go.”


About the Author

Raised on a steady diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino was—famously—the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.

Anne’s husband finds it liberating as well, although in a somewhat different way. Her two daughters are mildly confused by Anne’s need to twist Ken dolls into odd positions. However, other than occasionally stealing Ken1’s strap-on, they let Mom do her thing without interference.

Wondering what Anne does in her spare time? Mostly she lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.

Check out what Anne’s up to now by visiting her social sites.

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