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HOT New Release! Pain Slut (The Subs Club #2) by J.A. Rock *Review and Giveaway*

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Pain Slut (The Subs Club #2)
by J.A. Rock

An M/M Erotic Gay Romance–BDSM
From Riptide
Released January 30th 2016

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Honestly, I’m ready to take a step back from the Subs Club. Making the kink world a safer place for subs is the sort of bandwagon I’d have boarded as an idealist in my early twenties, but now I’m a pragmatist in my late twenties. I prefer to focus on adopting and raising a child.

But unexpected factors inevitably derail my plans. Like Drix Seger—attractive and the first genuine sadist I’ve encountered. If I were not in the process of renouncing my masochistic ways and becoming the normal, responsible potential father the adoption agency wants to see, Drix and I might do well together.

But he has a foolish name and belongs to a cult of vampyres, and I am quitting kink. So why does Drix’s infatuation with blood and biting make me so hot I can’t think straight? And why, when he looks at me, does he seem to see something beyond a basket case with a stick up my ass?

Can I start a new phase in my life without leaving part of myself behind? Please send help.

—Miles

 

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Review

5-stars

I was lucky to be able to read Miles’s story right after finishing The Subs Club. I was intrigued by his ways–especially his declaration that he would be stepping away from the lifestyle. And also, he was a hell of a pain slut according to the little I learned about him, so I anticipated his story would be epic.

I’m glad to say that it was I was expecting and so much more! A lot more!

Miles is at a stage in life where he feels he needs to finally put down some roots and has decided to adopt. Miles is smart, practical, but he can’t reconcile the thought that he can be a masochist and a father both. He believes himself to be an arrogant jerk who enjoys pain, but doesn’t necessarily see himself as worthy of having it all. It takes meeting Drix, a sadist, for him to accept himself and try his hand at having it all–a successful business, a son, his kink and a partner.

I have to say, this was not exactly an easy read for me. I’m not one for pain and some of the scenes were more ‘out there’ than I am used to reading. However, what made this such an amazing read for me was Miles and the way the author went about telling his story–some humor, range in emotion, banter and kink, kink, kink!

Kudos to JA Rock for not pulling any punches when it came to allowing the reader to see deep into the nitty gritty of Miles’ kink without taking away from his journey–personally and romantically.

I loved that I got to see what drove Miles and what encumbered him too. It made him feel so much more real and his journey all that much more intriguing. I enjoyed watching the complexities of his character and how everything unraveled as the story progressed.

Of course, much of Miles’ growth was aided by Drix’s presence in his life. He brought peace, understanding and a thrill that had gone missing in Miles’ life. Plus, Drix had some intriguing characteristics himself. I enjoyed his easy acceptance of Miles’ kink, doubts and determination to be a father. I also admired his determination to adjust to Miles’ needs and his ability to recognize what Miles needed and when he needed it.

As this is the second book in The Subs Club series, we get to see more of the characters that starred in the first book. We also get to learn the way David plans to move the club in another direction while still getting some insight into the other characters as well.

All in all, an intense amazing read.. I can’t wait to see whose story is next!

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

 

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About the Author

J.A. Rock has worked as a dog groomer, knife seller, haunted house zombie, standardized patient, cashier, census taker, state fair quilt hanger, and, for one less-than-magical evening, a server—and would much rather be writing about those jobs than doing them. A lover of m/m BDSM romance, J.A. lives mostly in West Virginia, and always with a beloved dog, Professor Anne.

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

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Part & Parcel (Sidewinder #3)
by Abigail Roux

A M/M Contemporary Romance
Released December 19th 2015

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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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Review

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.

 

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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!

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New Release! The Subs Club (The Subs Club #1) by J.A. Rock *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*

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The Subs Club (The Subs Club #1)
by J.A. Rock

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

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A year ago, my best friend Hal died at the hands of an incompetent “dom.” So I started the Subs Club, a private blog where submissives can review doms and call out the douche bags.

A perfect example of the kind of arrogant asshole I mean? The Disciplinarian. He has a pornstache. He loves meat, stoicism, America, and real discipline. And he thinks subs exist to serve him.

But . . . not everything about him is awful. His Davy Crockett act just seems like a cover for his fear of intimacy, and part of me wants to show him it’s okay to get close to people. And, I mean, sue me, but I have fantasized about real discipline. Not role-play, but like, Dave, you’re gonna be thirty in four years and you still work in a mall; get your ass in gear or I’ll spank it.

Not that I’d ever trust anyone with that kind of control.

I’m gonna redefine “battle of wills” for the Disciplinarian. Or I’m gonna bone him. It’s hard to say.

—Dave

 

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Hi! I’m J.A. Rock, and right now I’m touring the internet talking about my latest release The Subs Club—Book 1 in The Subs Club series. Thanks so much to the blogs that are hosting me on this tour, and be sure to leave comments on the tour posts for a chance to win your choice of two backlist ebooks and a $10 Amazon gift card!
About The Subs Club Universe

After the death of their friend Hal at the hands of an irresponsible dom, submissive friends Dave, Kamen, Miles, and Gould band together to form the Subs Club—an organization seeking to expose dangerous local doms. The club slowly evolves as romances blossom, loyalties are tested, and tensions mount in a community already struggling for unity in the wake of Hal’s death.

From domestic discipline to knife play to fashion paraphilia, and from family drama to new jobs to first loves, the members of the Subs Club explore life’s kinks inside and outside of the bedroom as they attempt to let go of the past and move forward.

Meet Miles

  • Age: 28
  • Occupation: shop owner
  • Orientation: queer
  • Boy Band Stereotype: “sort of a weird combination of the bad boy and the middle-aged, straitlaced accountant who got pulled up onstage to dance during a concert.” –Dave

Intellectual, uptight, and the owner of numerous Mr. Rogers-style cardigans, Miles sometimes takes a while to warm up to people, and vice versa. His friends appreciate his wealth of BDSM knowledge, but they all wish he’d loosen up. Like, just a little.

But Miles’s dirty little not-so-secret is that he’s a true masochist. His favorite activity is knife play, though he has trouble finding tops experienced enough with edge play to do the sort of scenes he’s interested in. Says Dave: “If someone asked him to try pulling a barge through the Erie Canal with a chain attached to his PA piercing, he’d probably do it. But you’d never know that about him, because he dressed like a minister’s daughter and behaved like the easily scandalized maiden aunt in a British drawing room play.”

While Miles initially opposes the founding of the Subs Club, offering a Shakespearean prophecy that rating local doms on a website will backfire, he’s soon seduced by the idea of having a platform through which to discuss the academic and theoretical aspects of kink. He even gets caught up in reviewing the doms.

Miles is conflicted about his feelings toward Hal. While he agrees that Bill Henson, the dom whose ignorance got Hal killed, was in the wrong, he has a hard time not judging Hal for his lack of caution and refusal to grow up. Miles likes for things to be perfect—for people to behave a certain way, and for things to go as planned.

Which is not how life—or humans—work. At all.

 

Review

5-stars

Ever since the death of his friend Hal, David’s been preoccupied about safety in the BDSM community. He feels even stronger about it after finding out that the man who hurt his friend has been accepted back in the dungeon he plays at.

After talking to the owners on the club, David is certain that something must be done, so The Subs Club idea takes form. The main idea is to provide an outlet where subs and bottoms can talk freely their concerns, experiences and/or grievances they’ve encountered in the community.

But David’s mind is also occupied with the man with The Disciplinarian. David gets it into his head to expose him as the type of Dom that represents everything he loathes about Doms–arrogant, inconsiderate, unsafe. But soon he recognizes that ‘D’ is more than what he appears to be and the very man who can provide what David needs.

I loved this story mainly because I loved David’s voice. He was adamant about his cause and hid a great deal of fear and uncertainty about his kinky needs. Especially after his friend’s death. But he was also funny, charming and trouble! I was completely smitten with him, especially after he started falling for ‘D’. His journey was a treat to read and I couldn’t get enough. Literally. I was so very disappointed when the story ended, since I enjoyed him so much.

There were other aspects of the story I enjoyed too. JA Rock went to great lengths to bring the kink while still focusing on the other issues surrounding this group of friends. So as expected, David’s ‘scenes’ with ‘D’ where intense yet very revealing in regards to both men. I loved how their relationship transitioned from casual play into something more.

As the first book in a series, The Subs Club worked in all aspects. The author brought to the page not only the romance, connection and chemistry between David and ‘D’, she also introduced an intriguing set of characters and set the stage for other upcoming books in the series.

All in all, a fantastic start to a series. I can’t wait to read Miles’ story, it promises to be even more interesting that David’s, I think.

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

 

Excerpt

I sat up suddenly. “Douche bag!”

Kamen and Gould both looked at me.

I stood and hurried to the kitchen to get my laptop. “That’s who was at the club.” I brought the computer over and set it on the coffee table.

“What?” Kamen asked.

“There was this mountain man guy there on Friday.” I fired up the laptop. “I, like, wanted to have his children and shave his face but also feel his mustache sanding my balls and have him teach me how to smoke venison. It was a bounty of contradictions.”

Kamen’s brow knit. “You want to have children?”

“No, not at all; I want to die alone and unloved. Anyway, I thought he looked familiar. It was the Disciplinarian.”

“Ohhh.” Kamen leaned forward as I brought up Fetmatch. “That guy’s legend.”

I logged onto Fet and found the Disciplinarian’s profile. Yep, the picture was Pornstache—rugged, virile, and glowering at the camera with his pale-blue eyes.

“He’s meant to be a total hard-ass, right?” Gould let his leg slide off the table. “You have to, like, bring him the head of a dragon to even be considered for a session.”

I cleared my throat and read the profile statement out loud while Kamen looked over my shoulder.

“‘Obediance,’” I read, “—spelled wrong—‘is what I expect. I see boys by appointment only, and I train them in the art of obedience. I use corporal punishment to do this. Under my tutelage, many boys are transformed. If I select you to do a scene with me, I will expect your absolute submission. I am experienced with a variety of whips, canes, paddles, etc. You will be subject to my rules and my decisions.

“‘I am dominant in all areas of my life, and I do not tolerate disobedience, rudeness, or negative attitude. You are unlikely to find anyone as skilled as I at administering the discipline you need. But know that my training will not be easy.

“‘You must be under 30, in good shape, and able to hold position through a long punishment. You must also be able to think creatively about the ways you will satisfy me.

“‘If you are interested in a session with the Disciplinarian, please fill out the attached questionnaire. Serious inquiries only.’”

Below the profile summary was a six-item questionnaire for potential applicants, as well as requirements for answer length—between three and five sentences—and formatting. Dear Sir was the required salutation, and boy the sign off.

Oh my God. To think I’d wanted this fucker to spank the seat of my fantasy bell-bottoms.

I brought up the questionnaire.

Why do you need to be punished? Were you physically disciplined as a child? How? Are you prepared to surrender complete control to me during a disciplinary session, and to allow me to determine the length and severity of a punishment? To submit to punishments that include: spanking, corner time, mouth soaping, enemas, body scrubbing, writing lines, housework, denial of bathroom privileges, figging, scolding, chastity, forced exercise, and rectal temperature-taking? Do you understand that “punishment” is intended to be unpleasant—no chickening out and safewording? What do you hope to get out of a session? What are your feelings on the outdoors?

“Dave, that totally sounds like your thing,” Kamen said. “All the punishment stuff.”

“Uh, yeah.” I scrolled through the questions again. “Except for the safeword-equals-chickening-out bullshit.”

“Oh, right.”

“What a dick. I can’t believe I wanted to feel his mustache in all my secret places.”

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About the Author

J.A. Rock has worked as a dog groomer, knife seller, haunted house zombie, standardized patient, cashier, census taker, state fair quilt hanger, and, for one less-than-magical evening, a server—and would much rather be writing about those jobs than doing them. A lover of m/m BDSM romance, J.A. lives mostly in West Virginia, and always with a beloved dog, Professor Anne.

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To celebrate the release of The Subs Club, J.A. Rock is giving away two titles from her backlist and a $10 Amazon gift card! 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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New Release! With This Bling (Romano and Albright #3) by L.B. Gregg *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*

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

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

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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.

Almost.

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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Review

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!

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Excerpt

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?”

Eeeeeee!

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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New Release! Blueberry Boys by Vanessa North *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*

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Blueberry Boys
by Vanessa North

An M/M Contemporary Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released November 30th 2015

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Connor Graham is a city boy—a celebrated fashion photographer in New York. When his uncle’s death drags him back to the family blueberry farm, all he wants to do is sell it as quickly as he can. Until he meets his uncle’s tenant farmer.

Jed Jones, shy and stammering, devout and dedicated, has always yearned for land of his own and a man to share it with. Kept in the closet by his church, family, and disastrous first love, he longs to be accepted for who he is. But now, with his farm and his future in Connor’s careless hands, he stands to lose even the little he has.

Neither man expects the connection between them. Jed sees Connor—appreciates his art and passion like no one else in this godforsaken town ever has. Connor hears Jed—looks past his stutter to listen to the man inside. The time they share is idyllic, but with the farm sale pending, even their sanctuary is a source of tension. As work, family, and their town’s old-fashioned attitudes pull them apart, they must find a way to reconcile commitments to their careers and to each other.

 

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Review

3-stars

Jed’s life revolves around his family and tending the land he rents. His dream of owning his own farm is put at risk now that the owner has dies and his out of town nephew is thinking of selling. When Connor returns to the town he left behind after high school graduation he’s not ready to deal with all the emotions his return brings forth. Inheriting his uncle’s farm is not helping matters neither is meeting the handsome man that rents it.

I liked this story very much, but I felt that there were some things missing within that took away from my overall enjoyment of it.

Jed and Connor were great characters to get to know and although I enjoyed them together, I couldn’t help but think that their connection lacked in dept and strength. However, I appreciated the fact that the author allowed me the opportunity to get to know Jed and Connor, especially in regards to what drove them. Especially since it provided insight into what issues Jed and Connor had to work through to make something work between them.

Connor had issues with being back in the town that ostracized him for being gay back in high school. He especially had issues with his brother and his treatment towards Connor. Although the author made the effort to show how Connor came to accept that the town had changed some, I still felt that his issues with his brothers were too easily wrapped up with a simple conversation.

I liked that Vanessa North touched upon the importance of Jed’s religious beliefs in his life and how it related to his sexuality. Although I appreciated that Jed showed some growth in that regard, I think it was glossed over too quickly, especially when it came to his coming out. It was great to see how Jed ultimately allowed himself the chance for something more with Connor while still at peace with his beliefs, but it was resolved too easily considering Jed’s initial statements.

I think that the length of the story got in the way of the author resolving these issues completely. A couple more pages/passages focused on these issues would have helped the story to feel complete for me. Alas, it didn’t work that way.

Having said that, I do think that Blueberry Boys was a sweet romantic story that brought together too individuals that weren’t looking for love but took the chance to work for it when it appeared it came their way.

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

 

Excerpt

Oh fuck.

Connor didn’t remember standing up and leaving the table, or the screen porch door slamming behind him. He just felt an overwhelming urge to get the hell away from all those people, their happy game, the cloying familiarity that wasn’t, and the next thing he knew, he was pacing in the front yard.

“Hey,” Jed called from behind Connor. “You okay?”

Connor nodded, but the nod changed into a shake as he sat on the front steps. “Yes. No. I don’t know, actually.”

“You want t-to talk?” Jed sat beside him, brushing their thighs together as if by accident. He didn’t move away, just let his leg touch Connor’s. It was a nice, comforting touch. Connor wanted to turn into Jed’s body, bury his face in that slim shoulder, and howl out his pain. Of course he couldn’t do that, because that’s the kind of intimacy grown men didn’t share unless they were lovers, and sometimes, not even then.

How was it that the death of Kyle Bauer hit so much harder than that of Connor’s own uncle? Because Kyle’s was suicide and Bruce’s was a heart attack? Because Kyle’s happened two years ago and he never knew? Or because Kyle left a wife and kids behind and Connor’s family was so broken? Wife and kids.

“Did he leave a note?” Connor’s voice was tight and raspy, even to his own ears.

“Nah.” Jed shook his head. “Big m-mystery.”

“Did you know him?” Connor searched Jed’s face.

“Knew him well enough to know he was qu-queer.” He shrugged, jutting his chin. “Not many people in town knew that.”

“That doesn’t make his life less valuable,” Connor hissed.

“Didn’t say it did.” Jed shrugged again. “M-might make it m-more so. To s-some people.”

Connor closed his eyes. “He wasn’t my lover.”

“Nope.”

“We were friends. I guess I always hoped he’d come out too.”

Jed snorted. “Not here. You th-think he could come out, sit in his family pew at the big white church, and face judgment from the closed-minded people in this town? You think K-Kyle fuckin’ Bauer was strong enough for that?”

“You have strong feelings about what it takes to be gay in Blandford? Or maybe about who deserves to sit in that church? Christ, and people act like they don’t understand why I left.”

“Please, d-don’t take the Lord’s name in v-vain,” Jed whispered. “I have a lot of st-strong feelings about that too.”

“Of course you do.” Connor stood and paced into the front yard again. “You drop the f-bomb like it was Kyle’s middle name, and you’re offended I said ‘Christ.’ I fucking hate this town.”

“I’m not this town— Hell, half the t-time I hate it too. If you hate me, j-just say it.”

Connor stopped short. “I don’t hate you.”

“D-didn’t think you did.”

“You confuse the hell out of me.”

Jed cocked his head to the side and stared. “Why?”

“Are you gay?”

Jed wouldn’t meet his eyes. “That’s a c-complicated question.”

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About the Author

Author of over a dozen novels, novellas, and short stories, Vanessa North delights in giving happy-ever-afters to characters who don’t think they deserve them. Relentless curiosity led her to take up knitting and run a few marathons “just to see if she could.” She started writing for the same reason. Her very patient husband pretends not to notice when her hobbies take over the house. Living and writing in Northwest Georgia, she finds her attempts to keep a quiet home are frequently thwarted by twin boy-children and a very, very large dog.

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To celebrate the release of Blueberry Boys, Vanessa North is giving away a $30 Amazon gift card! Your first comment at each stop on this tour enters you in the drawing. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on December 5, 2015. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. Entries.

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New Holiday Read! Winter Oranges by Marie Sexton *Excerpt and Giveaway*

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Winter Oranges
by Marie Sexton

An M/M Contemporary Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released November 30th 2015

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Jason Walker is a child star turned teen heartthrob turned reluctant B-movie regular who’s sick of his failing career. So he gives up Hollywood for northern Idaho, far away from the press, the drama of LA, and the best friend he’s secretly been in love with for years.

There’s only one problem with his new life: a strange young man only he can see is haunting his guesthouse. Except Benjamin Ward isn’t a ghost. He’s a man caught out of time, trapped since the Civil War in a magical prison where he can only watch the lives of those around him. He’s also sweet, funny, and cute as hell, with an affinity for cheesy ’80s TV shows. And he’s thrilled to finally have someone to talk to.

But Jason quickly discovers that spending all his time with a man nobody else can see or hear isn’t without its problems—especially when the tabloids find him again and make him front-page news. The local sheriff thinks he’s on drugs, and his best friend thinks he’s crazy. But Jason knows he hasn’t lost his mind. Too bad he can’t say the same thing about his heart.

Twenty percent of the proceeds from this title will be donated to the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender (GLBT) National Help Center.

Founded in 1996, the GLBT National Help Center is a non-profit organization that provides vital peer-support, community connections and resource information to people with questions regarding sexual orientation and/or gender identity. Utilizing a diverse group of GLBT volunteers, they operate two national hotlines, the GLBT National Hotline and the GLBT National Youth Talkline, as well as private, volunteer one-to-one online chat, that help both youth and adults with coming-out issues, safer-sex information, school bullying, family concerns, relationship problems and a lot more.

To learn more about this charity or to donate directly, please visit their website: http://www.glbthotline.org/

 

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They ended their tour, by some unspoken agreement, in the master bedroom. It was the one room Jason’d had refurnished before his arrival. He’d chosen the furniture himself—online, of course—and Sydney had made sure everything would be ready when he arrived. His new room held a large oak dresser, a chest of drawers, and a love seat, which he knew would end up a depository for not-quite-dirty laundry. A king-sized bed covered with a thick down comforter sat against the wall, between two nightstands.

Dylan pointed to the glass-paned door in the corner of the room. “This goes to that patio we could see from the front yard?”

“It does.”

The two front bedrooms shared a covered porch that sat dead center of the front of the house, directly below the attic window. It was a strange setup, a throwback to when husbands and wives had separate quarters. The porch would have allowed them to cross to each other’s room without alerting the children, except this house had been built at the end of the twentieth century, making the floor plan an anachronism.

Dylan opened the door, and Jason followed him outside. They still wore their jackets, but now the sun had set and the November evening felt cooler than before.

“There’s a room over the garage too?” Dylan asked.

“Yep, bed and bath.” They stood surveying the building in question from their vantage point on the porch. It was eerily silent.

“Well, is it everything you dreamed?”

Yes. Standing there with Dylan, out of sight of everybody else in the world was exactly what he dreamed about, nearly every night.

Not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

Instead, Jason nodded, then asked, as casually as he could, “You’re staying the night, right?”

Dylan grinned and stepped closer to slide his arm around Jason’s waist. “I didn’t come all this way to see your house.”

Jason’s relief felt almost tangible, so sudden and strong he wondered if Dylan sensed it. He hoped not. He hoped the darkness hid his pathetic happiness at knowing Dylan was staying. They’d been friends for more than ten years. They’d shared a bed more times than Jason could count. Dylan may have suspected Jason’s true feelings, but Jason did his best to never confirm them, especially since Dylan avoided genuine emotions and commitment the way Jason avoided anybody with a press badge hanging around their neck.

Still, Jason rejoiced as Dylan pulled him close. He sank gratefully into the warmth of Dylan’s kiss, comfortable in his friend’s arms. He grew breathless as Dylan began fighting with the buttons of Jason’s jeans.

“Let’s do it here,” Dylan whispered.

Jason glanced around in alarm, searching for the telltale wink of light reflecting off a camera lens. “Somebody will see.”

“There’s nobody around. That’s why we’re in the wilds of Idaho, remember?”

Jason’s protests dwindled as Dylan sank to his knees, pulling Jason’s pants halfway down his hips as he did. He traced his tongue up Jason’s erection. “God, Jase. It’s been too long.”

“I know.” Way too long since he’d had Dylan to himself. Too many lonely nights since he’d felt Dylan’s touch. He’d been in love with his friend for longer than he cared to admit, but this was the first time in months they’d been alone together. Still, he was hesitant to do anything out in the open. “Dylan, wait. I—” His words died as Dylan wrapped his lips around Jason’s glans. “Oh God.”

Dylan sucked him in deep, stalling for moment with his nose pressed against Jason’s pubic bone. Then, finally, he began to move, sliding his warm mouth up and down Jason’s length. Jason gripped the cold porch railing with one hand, tangled the fingers of the other into Dylan’s heavily moussed hair, and tried to lose himself to the pleasure of being sucked by the man he loved. He breathed deep, willing the tension away. Doing his best to banish the pressure of trying to make it in Hollywood and failing, of never living up to what was expected. He tried to forget it all. To simply revel in the pure joy of being with Dylan here and now, knowing they had one full night together, just the two of them. No other struggling actors or desperate starlets. No two-bit directors or double-crossing producers. And above all, no media waiting to catch them with their pants down.

Literally.

But as good as it was being with Dylan, the real world always intruded. His house was set back half an acre from the road, but anybody who came up the drive would be able to see them. The No Trespassing signs wouldn’t mean a thing to a photographer hoping for a scoop.

Jason moaned—part pleasure, part disappointment that even now he couldn’t relax—and opened his eyes. He kept his hand on Dylan’s head as he surveyed the tree line, his chest tight with anxiety at what he might find.

But the grounds around the house—his house, he had to remind himself—were dark and still and silent. Nobody lingered there.

– See more at: http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/winter-oranges#sthash.Fbl8nZXV.dpuf

 

About the Author

Marie Sexton lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Her imaginary friends often tag along.

Marie has one daughter, two cats, and one dog, all of whom seem bent on destroying what remains of her sanity. She loves them anyway.

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Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Winter Oranges, Marie Sexton is giving away two titles from her backlist and a $50 Amazon gift card! Your first comment at each stop on this tour enters you in the drawing. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on December 5, 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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New Release! Stranded by HelenKay Dimon *Excerpt and Giveaway*

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Stranded
by HelenKay Dimon

An M/M Contemporary Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released November 21st 2015

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Cabe got out of the gun-for-hire business the hard way—by nearly dying. Except then his former boss calls in one last favor for one final job. The mission should be simple: get a message to a retired operative in Alaska. But it puts Cabe face-to-face with the one man he doesn’t want to see and can never forget. Not after all the secrets and lies. Not after Brax almost killed him.

Brax Hughes lived hard and retired young to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Well, that was the plan, but before he can hang up his sniper rifle, he has one last mission: win back Kyle Cabe. Brax wants another chance, wants to come clean, but after months of lying to Cabe, he knows he could face a bullet—or worse—when they meet again. And they will meet. Brax made sure of that.

With a storm moving in and someone lurking outside the cabin, time is running out. Brax needs to talk fast and keep his weapons ready. And his best weapon is the truth.

Stranded is one of Riptide’s 2015 charity titles.

 Twenty percent of the proceeds from this title will be donated to the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender (GLBT) National Help Center.

Founded in 1996, the GLBT National Help Center is a non-profit organization that provides vital peer-support, community connections and resource information to people with questions regarding sexual orientation and/or gender identity. Utilizing a diverse group of GLBT volunteers, they operate two national hotlines, the GLBT National Hotline and the GLBT National Youth Talkline, as well as private, volunteer one-to-one online chat, that help both youth and adults with coming-out issues, safer-sex information, school bullying, family concerns, relationship problems and a lot more.

To learn more about this charity or to donate directly, please visit their website: http://www.glbthotline.org/

 

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“You’re getting old or sloppy. Not sure which.” The deep voice rang out in the late quiet afternoon.

It can’t be. It absolutely can’t be.

The owner of that voice was very dead. He’d been taken out. One shot execution style, or that’s what the briefing Cabe had stolen said. He remembered the day, the very minute, he’d read the news. He’d wanted to celebrate and shout about how karma was a nasty fucking bitch, but he’d ended up looking into the bottom of more than one empty vodka bottle and not feeling anything but numb.

But that voice haunted him. Husky and so tempting as it licked against his balls. It had played in his head for months until his hatred finally squashed it out and forced his brain to forget. Or so he’d thought.

Certain he’d finally lost what little was left of his mind, Cabe turned around for a better view just as his attacker pulled up the ski mask covering every inch of his head. Cabe couldn’t deny the face in front of him after that. Same dirty-blond hair, cut military short. Those intense blue eyes, so bright and clear, telegraphed a certain genuineness that Cabe believed in. He’d never suspected he’d been set up a year ago until the shots had rung out and he’d dropped to the ground in a pool of blood. Even now Cabe had to fight the urge to rub the puckered scar on his chest, though for once he appreciated the reminder of his idiocy. Now he could prevent a repeat of that mistake.

“Braxton Hughes.” Cabe hated the kick to his chest that came with saying the guy’s name. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

Brax grinned. “Good to see you too, Kyle.”

 

About the Author

HelenKay Dimon is a former divorce attorney turned full-time romance author.  She has sold over thirty novels and novellas to numerous publishers, including HarperCollins, Kensington, Harlequin, Penguin, Carina Press and Riptide Publishing. Her nationally bestselling and award-winning books have been showcased in numerous venues and her books have twice been named “Red-Hot Reads” and excerpted in Cosmopolitan magazine. You can find more about the author on her website.

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To celebrate the release of Stranded, HelenKay is giving away a $25 Amazon or B&N gift certificate (winners choice)! Your first comment at each stop on this tour enters you in the drawing. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on November 28, 2015. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. Entries.

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Tour: Rebound Remedy by Christine d’Abo *Giveaway*

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Hello, my name is Christine d’Abo! Thank you so much for having me here on the blog today. I’m very honored to have been asked to participate in the 2015 Riptide Holiday charity anthology. The holidays are the perfect time to not only give back to our community, but to raise awareness of the struggles that some of our youth endure.

When these teens should be enjoying candy, presents, movies and fun, they’re struggling with their families, friends and their self-images. No one should feel anything but love and support this time of year.

This is my small way of helping out, of paying it forward. I want to challenge each of you to do something this holiday season to pay it forward. Volunteer at a local food bank, soup kitchen or other community support organization. Buy a stranger a coffee. Pay for the meal of a young family. Give someone a hug.

Every small act of kindness makes the world a better place.

I wish you all the best this holiday season.

 

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Rebound Remedy
by Christine d’Abo

An M/M Contemporary Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released November 9th 2015

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The last thing Cole expects to get for the holidays is dumped.  But there he is, in the airport on his way to Banff for a romantic getaway, helplessly watching as his boyfriend’s ex declares undying love, proposes—and is accepted. With a few weeks to go until Christmas, Cole’s mood dives from jolly to jaded. But instead of sitting at home alone and feeling sorry for himself, he goes to his favorite bar, McGregor’s, for a pint and some company.

The moment Owen McGregor sets eyes on Cole, he knows there’s something wrong. So he takes it upon himself to ensure that Cole has a happy holiday: twelve outings for the twelve days before Christmas. Even if he can’t quite think up twelve activities that don’t involve getting the forlorn hunk into his bed.

With each outing they take together, Cole realizes that the love he thought he’d shared with his ex was less than perfect. And that Owen might prove to be more than just his rebound remedy.

 

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Rebound Remedy is one of Riptide’s 2015 charity titles.

Twenty percent of the proceeds from this title will be donated to the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender (GLBT) National Help Center.

Founded in 1996, the GLBT National Help Center is a non-profit organization that provides vital peer-support, community connections and resource information to people with questions regarding sexual orientation and/or gender identity. Utilizing a diverse group of GLBT volunteers, they operate two national hotlines, the GLBT National Hotline and the GLBT National Youth Talkline, as well as private, volunteer one-to-one online chat, that help both youth and adults with coming-out issues, safer-sex information, school bullying, family concerns, relationship problems and a lot more. To learn more about this charity or to donate directly, please visit their website: http://www.glbthotline.org/

 

About Christine

A romance novelist and short story writer, Christine has over thirty publications to her name. She loves to exercise and stops writing just long enough to keep her body in motion too. When she’s not pretending to be a ninja in her basement, she’s most likely spending time with her family and two dogs.

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To celebrate the release of Rebound Remedy, Christine is giving away a tin of tea from David’s Teas! Your first comment at each stop on this tour enters you in the drawing. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on November 14, 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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New Release! A Fortunate Blizzard by L.C. Chase *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*

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A Fortunate Blizzard
by L.C. Chase

An M/M Contemporary Romance
From Riptide Publishing
Released November 2nd 2015

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There are worse things than being stranded in a blizzard.

Artist Trevor Morrison has always appreciated the little things in life, treating each day as a gift. And with good reason: he’s been on the transplant-recipient list for too long now. When he learns just how numbered his days truly are, he resolves not to take them for granted. But he won’t be unrealistic, either—which means romantic commitments are off the table.

Marcus Roberts seems to have it all. He’s handsome, financially sound, and on the fast track to partnership at a prestigious law firm. In reality, though, his drive for success has meant no time for friends or relationships. Add in the fact that his family discarded him long ago, and he’s facing yet another holiday season alone.

When the biggest snowstorm to hit Colorado in decades leaves Marc and Trevor stranded at the same hotel, a chance encounter and a night of passion leads to more than either of them expected. Finding comfort in each other is a welcome surprise, but time is not on their side. Either they find a way to beat the odds, or they lose each other forever.

 

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5-stars

*sigh* Nothing like a sweet holiday story to get you in the spirit of the season!

Trevor’s illness is worsening and with Christmas approaching he is determined to enjoy every single day afforded to him. So when his plans are thwarted by a blizzard that prevents him from getting to his family, he is disappointed. That coupled with not securing a hotel to stay in for the night has Trevor’s mood plummeting. But maybe not all is lost as Trevor locks gazes with a handsome man across the room.

Marcus Roberts is a workaholic with not much of a social life. He’s not happy to have to leave his car on the turnpike to seek shelter from the blizzard. But his mood is suddenly improved when he spots the man who just walked through the hotel doors. Making the best out of the situation, Marcus invites Trevor to share his table and soon enough his hotel room too.

What I enjoyed the most about this story where the characters and how the author went about bringing them together. At a glance, these two were complete opposites, so it was great to see how LC Chase worked their stories to show how well they complemented each other. I appreciated the first couple of chapters since they gave me the opportunity to get to know Marcus and Trevor as individuals. I came to understand where they were coming from, so when the moment came for them to meet I was already invested in them finding each other.

From their first meeting, it was obvious that these two shared a physical attraction and awesome chemistry. But it was the unguarded moments Marcus and Trevor shared as the story moved along that made this story such an enjoyable read. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy these two together. Hell, that first kiss alone was worth all the anticipation. That first encounter was explosive with them not holding back from their attraction. However, as they moved from a one-night hook up to spending more time together I came to see how these two could be perfect together.

Trevor’s illness and Marcus issues with his mother and his need to please her play a starring role in how their relationship unfolds. LC Chase made sure these issues and the emotions they brought about made it to the page. I loved seeing how Trevor helped Marcus re-discover a part of himself he thought he had lost. And I loved it even more watching Trevor experience the kind of connection he never allowed himself to share with another man since his diagnosis.

Heartwarming and with plenty of heat to keep things interesting, A Fortunate Blizzard is must read this season. It certainly won a place in ‘My Favorites’ shelf–I loved the characters and I enjoyed their story thoroughly.

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

 

Excerpt

Trevor ended the call, dropping the hand holding it to his knee and bringing his chin to his chest. He would be okay, he knew that, but the prospect of spending the holidays by himself cast a dark pall over his mind. All his friends had either left town already or had their own families in the area. Even if the blizzard let up in time, he didn’t want to intrude on anyone else’s holidays. Missing his own family, coupled with the reality of his future, such as it was, deepened the emptiness that was trying to consume him. The last thing he wanted was for his mood to bring down anyone else.

A heavy sigh pushed past his lips as he shoved the phone back in his pocket, grabbed his bag, and made his way into the lounge.

The place was quickly approaching standing room only, and Trevor had to shoulder his way up to the bar, where he ordered a tea with lemon—because the Irish coffee he really wanted wasn’t worth the damage it would do to his kidneys—and a plain buffalo burger with a small side salad. The bartender slid a steaming cup in his direction and the first sip made Trevor’s eyes water, sending a rush of heat cascading outward from his stomach. He closed his eyes, and he might have moaned but couldn’t be sure over the chatter of voices surrounding him.

“Perfection,” he said under his breath.

The barkeep smiled and shook his head. “Be ’bout fifteen minutes for your burger.”

“Thanks.”

Trevor dug a pill pack out of his bag, popped the two binders he was to take before every meal, and then turned his sleep-weary eyes on the lounge at large, scanning for an empty table. Through the crowd, he caught sight of a vacant seat at a table in the far corner. He leaned to the side for a better look and froze when his gaze locked with one of the most attractive men he’d seen in a long time. He had classic good looks: strong jawline, dark hair trimmed neatly, eyes that somehow seem brighter than they should in such dim lighting, no matter their color.

The back of Trevor’s neck and his face began to heat as the man held his stare. Whether it was from the tea or the intensity of those eyes boring into him, he couldn’t say. And he couldn’t look away. The handsome stranger managed to hold him captive without word or touch. That kind of instant attraction was rare for him, and of course it had to happen now, when he had nothing left to give anyone.

Though . . . a little temporary comfort was still allowed, wasn’t it?

Someone moving through the packed lounge jostled Trevor, spilling his drink and breaking his heated connection with the man across the room. He turned away, skin sizzling from head to toe and hand burning from the hot tea.

“Order’s up, buddy.” The bartender slid Trevor’s dinner across the bar top.

Trevor jerked his head up. “Already?”

The barkeep just did that smiling and shaking his head thing again as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around a handful of ice cubes. He set the faux ice pack beside the burger.

Trevor had to shake his head, too—mentally anyway. Had he and Mr. Handsome really been locked in a staring contest for fifteen minutes?

“Thank you.”

The barkeep nodded and went back to mixing drinks. Trevor rubbed the soothing ice pack over his burned skin until the sting eased, and then turned around, his gaze instantly reconnecting with Mr. Handsome across the room.

Without breaking eye contact, Handsome reached over and angled the empty chair away from the table in silent invitation.

You’d be a fool to ignore that, Trev.

He shouldered his bag, picked up his plate and what was left of his tea, and made his way across the lounge. “Mind if I join you?”

A sensual smile stretched Mr. Handsome’s lips, his forest-green eyes sparkling. “Please.”

– See more at: http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/a-fortunate-blizzard

 

About L.C. Chase

Cover artist by day, author by night, L.C. Chase is a hopeless romantic, free spirit, and adventure seeker who loves hitting the open road just to see where it takes her. After a decade of traveling three continents, she now calls the Canadian west coast home. When not writing sensual tales of beautiful men falling in love, she can be found designing book covers with said beautiful men, drawing, horseback riding, or hiking the trails with her goofy four-legged roommate.

L.C. is a two-time Lambda Literary Award finalist for Pickup Men and Pulling Leather; an EPIC eBook Awards winner for Pickup Men; an EPIC eBook Awards finalist for Let It Ride and Long Tall Drink; Bisexual Book Awards finalist for Let It Ride; and an Ariana eBook Cover Art Awards winner. She also received an honorable mention in the 2015 Rainbow Awards for Pulling Leather, and the 2012 Rainbow Awards for Riding with Heaven.

You can find out more about L.C., story extras, works in progress, and cover designs at her website, on her blog, or on FacebookTwitter and Goodreads.

 

Giveaway

Your first comment at each stop on this tour enters you in the drawing for a $50 Esty gift certificate! Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on November 7. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Don’t forget to leave your email or method of contact so we can reach you if you win, and follow the tour for more opportunities to enter the giveaway!

 

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

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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

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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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Anniversary Sale!

The Theta Alpha Gamma collection is being sold in a special discounted bundle by Riptide this week only.
Check out the sale on this series and other bundles at http://www.riptidepublishing.com/anniversary-sale

 

Giveaway!

To celebrate our anniversary, Riptide Publishing is giving away free books for a year! Your first comment at each blog stop on the Anniversary Tour will count as an entry and give you a chance to win this great prize. Giveaway ends at midnight, October 31, 2015, and is not restricted to US entries.

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My Reviews for the Theta Alpha Gamma Series!