Monday, March 27, 2017

Audio Book Release--The Necromancer's Dance By SJ Himes


Title: The Necromancer’s Dance
Author: S J Himes
Series: The Beacon Hill Sorcerer #1
Narrated by: Joel Leslie
Length: 8 Hours 8 minutes
Release Date: 21st March 2017
Genre: Paranormal, Fantasy, MM Romance



In a world where magic is real and evil walks amongst humanity, a young sorcerer is beset upon by enemies, both old and new. Angelus Salvatore is the only necromancer in all of Boston, and his name is whispered warily by the undead and fellow sorcerers alike. He and his brother Isaac are the lone survivors of an attack by an army of the undead, in which Angel used a spell so powerful it forever marked his place in history. Now, years later, Angel struggles to balance his career as a teacher of the higher magical arts, his role as big brother, and a tenuous relationship with an Elder vampire from the local clan. When his brother’s boyfriend is used as a pawn in a mysterious plot to draw Angel out, Angel is once again pulled back into the old hostilities that fueled the Blood Wars and led to his family’s death.

Leaning on others for help is something Angel cannot do, and while he searches for clues into who may be targeting him and his brother, Angel finds his heart steadily growing occupied with Simeon, Elder and vampire. Dealing with death magic and vampires on a daily basis may leave Angel jaded when it comes to life and staying that way, but the more time he spends fending off the ancient vampire’s attention and affections, the more he realizes he wants to give in.

Can Angel find out who wants him dead, and keep his heart safe in the process? How can he fall for a vampire, when his whole family was torn apart by an army of the undead?

Death stalks the streets of Boston’s historic Beacon Hill….and there is no one more suited to battle against death than a necromancer.

MATURE CONTENT Contains graphic violence, male/male sexual contact, a cranky necromancer, a sexy Irish vampire, and a pesky demon.

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Angel was ranked as a sorcerer. The unfathomable infinite maelstrom of magic that gathered beyond this world in a brilliant sea of light and shadows, swirling and singing… Angel could use it. He was able reach out, through the veil, and touch the infinite. And even within the three tiers of magic users, witch, wizard, and sorcerer, there were rankings. All based on the personal strength of their individual abilities, and their affinities.

Angel’s affinity was for death, and he was a necromancer.

Not just death in its literal meaning; but all that lead to death and dying, and everything touched by mortality. Spirits, ghosts, poltergeists, all kinds of undead, the dying, illness, disease, poisons, and mortal injuries, and a whole mess of really nasty creatures and conditions. Anything on the other side of the veil and anything rushing towards death was within Angel’s affinity, in reach of his talents. Angel got along great with demons and vampires, when they weren’t trying to kill him. Nothing makes a vamp more nervous than a necromancer. The smart ones, at least.

About the Author

I'm a self-employed writer who stresses out about the silliest things, like whether or not I got my dog the best kind of snack and the fact my kindle battery tends to die when I'm at the best part in a book. I write mainly gay romance, erotica, and urban fantasy, with ocasional forays into contemporary and paranormal. I love a book heavy on plot and character evolution, and throw in some magic, and that's perfection. My current series are: The Beacon Hill Sorcerer, Bred For Love (as Revella Hawthorne), and The Wolfkin Saga. My last two novels in the Beacon Hill Sorcerer won 3rd Place in the Gay Fantasy category for the 2016 Rainbow Awards.

I live in New Orleans, where the personalities are big and loud and so are the bugs! New Orleans is rich in cultural history, and the flavor and music of the City is impossible to hide. Before that, I lived all over the United States: Tampa, Western Massachusetts, Indianapolis, and on and on.... I'm a nomad, and I've yet to find a place that calls to me strongly enough to become home. My faithful travel companions are my dog Micah, the numerous voices in my head who insist they all get put on paper, and the wind at my back.

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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Exclusive Exerpt: Scarred- By Mia Kerick-- Blog Tour


Title: Scarred
Author: Mia Kerick
Release Date: March 1st 2017
Genre: Adult, Gay Romance, LGBT



From bestselling author Mia Kerick comes a New Adult Gay Romance that will keep you up reading all night!

Matthew North waited ten years to heal from the devastating wounds inflicted by the man who abducted and abused him as a child. Living reclusively on a tropical island—with no company but his four cats—he merely avoids the lingering pain.

Wearing twisted ropes of mutilated skin on his back, Matt struggles with a profound hindrance—the scars that deaden his soul. However, on the night he meets lively Vedie Wilson, a local restaurant busboy who expresses his gender by wearing lipgloss and eyeliner along with his three-day beard, things change.

Gradually, Vedie and Mateo unite in friendship. Through a series of awkward encounters, the pair learns each other’s secrets. Vedie learns that an angelic face can front for a scarred soul. Matthew learns that the line between one’s masculine and feminine sides is blurred. Can they embrace the painful stories behind each other’s scars if they’re to find everlasting love? Or will surrendered love come to be yet another blemish on their souls?

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“I ain’t a girl!”

This shout draws me back.

“Listen to me—I said that I ain’t a girl!” Vedie’s agitated voice echoing inside the men’s bathroom grabs my attention. “And even if I was, I wouldn’t wanna get groped by you!”

“Just because you aren’t in one of your hooker get-ups don’t mean you ain’t dat same whore who leaves here every night wanting to get fucked by the first guy you bump into!”

“Come on, Joey… you’re gettin’ outta hand here….”

Not only have I returned to the here and now, but I’m paying close attention—even straining to hear more of the fucked-up conversation coming from the men’s room.

“Get your damn paws off me! Lemme go!”

“Ahhh… finally, got my hands on the finest ass on the island. Hey, don’t be like dat, sweetheart! You know you want it….”

“Shit, man… stop it… no… I said no!”

The word no rings in my head.

No. I’d said it to Daniel a thousand times.

He’d never once listened.

And I’m not going to sit here and listen as some guy assaults Vedie, which is clearly what’s happening in the men’s room.

I leap to my feet and run into the bathroom, stopping short at the sight before me. Joey’s got Vedie bent over the sink with his shorts drooping around his ankles. The older man is simultaneously holding Vedie down by pressing on the back of his neck with one hand, and squeezing his ass with the other, all while wearing a smug expression of entitlement.

“For fuck’s sake, let the kid go!” I’m surprised at the ferocity of my bark.

Joey keeps on squeezing. “You had your turn playing with the whore—now it’s mine!”

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Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—one in law school, another in dance school, a third in school at Mia’s alma mater, Boston College, and her lone son still in high school. (Mia is a major fan of the learning process!) She writes LGBTQ romance when not editing National Honor Society essays, offering opinions on college and law school applications, helping to create dance bios, and reviewing English papers. Her husband of twenty-three years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about this, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young people and their relationships. She has a great affinity for the tortured hero. There is, at minimum, one of these in each book. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with tales of said tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to CoolDudes Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press, and Evernight Publishing for providing her with alternate places to stash her stories.

A social liberal, Mia cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Cover Reveal--The Rainbow Clause- By Beth Bolden


Title: The Rainbow Clause
Author: Beth Bolden
Release Date: April 3rd 2017
Genre: MM Romance, Sports

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Heisman winner. Member of the National Championship team. NFL Rookie of the Year. Quarterback Colin O’Connor knows he’s become the ultimate romance novel cliché: all the success he’s ever dreamed of but nobody to share it with. Too bad it’s not as simple as asking out the next girl who intrigues him – because the next girl to intrigue him probably won’t be a girl at all.

Unexpectedly, the solution comes in one neat package: Nick Wheeler, lead journalist for a leading sports and pop culture blog. Hired by Colin’s team, Nick comes to Miami to shine a spotlight on the NFL’s most private quarterback.

The heat in Miami rises when Nick discovers that Colin is nothing like the hollow personality he pretends to be in interviews and he’s even hotter in person than on his Sports Illustrated cover. Nick knows this is the story of his career, and after spending his teenage years as a bullied, closeted teen, it hits very close to home. What he needs is to help Colin share his story while keeping their growing relationship from boiling over in the press, but what he wants is to tell the world.

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“Not just a pretty cover model, then.” Nick gave him another one of those thoughtful perusals and the blood Colin had just been bragging about fizzed in his veins.

“I’m going to personally burn your Sports Illustrated,” Colin said without heat. They were definitely flirting; the question was why. Was this just what Nick did? Or did it actually mean something? And what were they going to do together, living in the same house? Flirt until Colin wanted to bang his head against the wall?

“That,” Nick said, taking a long sip of water, “implies that I only have one copy.”

No, they were going to flirt until Colin wanted to bang Nick against a wall.

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Beth Bolden lives in Portland, Oregon with her supportive husband and their beloved cat. She wholly believes in Keeping Portland Weird, but wishes she didn’t have to make the yearly pilgrimage up to Seattle to watch her Boston Red Sox play baseball. She’s a fan of fandoms, and spends too much of her free time on tumblr.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She’s published three novels and two short stories, with her next novel, The Rainbow Clause, releasing in April 2017.

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Saturday, February 25, 2017

Book Release Snapshots--By Addison Albright


Title: Snapshots
Author: Addison Albright
Release Date: February 25th 2017
Genre: MM Contemporary Romance



Whatever your romance reading preference — gay virgin, opposites attract, friends to lovers, or simply fun how-they-met stories — this collection contains a variety of sweet, contemporary, short gay romances, sure to make you smile.

Rewritten and re-edited, these stories were previously published singly and are available now in one collection!

Contains the stories:

* Cow Pie Bingo

* King Kong vs. The Skinny Pirate

* Born to Be Wild

* The Straggler

* Now and Forever

* Moving On

* Moving Along

* Dropping Quarters

* Nevermore

* Photo Shoot

* Okay, Then

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I love short stories. Sometimes a brief “snapshot” taken from a couple’s larger story is all that’s wanted. The narrative of “how they met” is the focus of six of the shorts in this set—quirky tales ranging from meeting at a charity fundraiser, to college kids pranking each other, to a mishap at a XXX adult video arcade.

Also included is a story featuring a well-established couple’s wedding dilemma, a friends-to-lovers tale, a coming-out-of-the-closet drama, and a continuation short that follows one of those how-we-mets. Rounding out this collection is an account revisiting the main characters from my full-length novel, ’Til Death Do Us Part.

All of these stories are contemporary, although one has a bit of paranormal flavor to it. Heat ratings range from “fairly sweet” to “rather steamy.” Excepting the final story, all were originally written in 2008 and early 2009. One (“Photo Shoot”) started out as a prompt word ficlet that I later fleshed out to a more complete story. Each has received a thorough overhaul, some more extensive than others. I hope you’ll enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them.

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**Please note King Kong vs. The Skinny Pirate is FREE as a separate ebook

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“Okay, then.” That’s what Sam had said. His leg had bounced like it always did when he was nervous. It was endearing, and one of the things that drew me to him. His grin was another. I melted a little each time he leveled it in my direction, which had made it incredibly hard to hide my attraction. That ship had now sailed. For better or for worse, Sam now knew of my interest, and had agreed to a date.

His words had come at the end of a conversation we’d had at breakfast yesterday morning after we’d cleared up a misunderstanding regarding my intentions when I’d previously asked him out. Well, I suppose technically I’d asked him back to my room for a drink, so I couldn’t actually fault him for not understanding that I truly wanted to date him, not just have a fling while we were here in Honiara collecting research data.

“I’m sorry, Henry,” Sam said now as we approached Mambo Juice’s entry. “I wasn’t thinking straight, obviously.”

Perspiration dripped down my face. My pits felt more than a little damp, and sweat matted my chest hairs. The shower I’d taken right before we’d left the Solomon Kitano Mendana Hotel, where we were staying a few days before heading to the smaller islands in the chain, had been a complete waste of time. But even if I’d known Sam would suggest we walk a mile to the Mambo Juice, I probably would have bathed anyway. I wanted to impress the man, after all.

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Addison Albright lives in the middle of the USA with three peculiar cats. Her stories are gay (sometimes erotic) romance, and tend to be sweet man-love in contemporary settings. Her education includes a BS in Education with a major in Mathematics and a minor in Chemistry. Addison loves spending time with her family, reading, popcorn, boating, french fries, "open window weather," cats, math, and anything chocolate. She loves to read pretty much anything and everything, anytime and anywhere.

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Thursday, February 23, 2017

Two Natures- By Jendi Reiter-- Exclusive Exerpt


Title: Two Natures  
Author: Jendi Reiter  
Release Date: September 15th 2016  
Genre: LGBT fiction, MM Romance



Two Natures is the coming-of-age story of Julian Selkirk, a fashion photographer in New York City in the early 1990s. His faith in Jesus helped him survive his childhood in the Atlanta suburbs with an abusive alcoholic father, but the church's condemnation of his sexual orientation has left him alienated and ashamed.

Yearning for new ideals to anchor him after his loss of faith, Julian seeks his identity through love affairs with three very different men: tough but childish Phil Shanahan, a personal trainer who takes a dangerous shortcut to success; enigmatic, cosmopolitan Richard Molineux, the fashion magazine editor who gives him his first big break; and Peter Edelman, an earnest left-wing activist with a secret life.

Amid the devastation of the AIDS epidemic and the racial tensions of New York politics, Julian learns to see beyond surface attractions and short-term desires, and to use his art to serve his community.


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2016 Rainbow Awards: First Prize, Best Gay Contemporary General Fiction; First Runner-Up, Debut Gay Book
Named one of QSPirit's Top LGBTQ Christian Books of 2016


Because my life wasn't insane enough, I decided we had to throw a dinner party for my parents. Sure, this was New York, city of eight million restaurants, but did any of them serve Daddy's favorite chicken-fried steak with marshmallow sweet potatoes? Did Mario Batali know how to skin a squirrel?

As kids, we'd frightened each other by reading aloud from the less well-thumbed pages of my mother's copy of The Joy of Cooking. "Skin, clean and soak overnight: 1 raccoon." "Beaver tail: Hold over open flame." Mama, by contrast, had made her reputation in the pages of Southern Living with more highbrow cuisine, the kind that involved putting little paper frills on the meat after you'd killed and roasted it.

Of my family, she alone looked forward to bragging about my future Vogue byline. Daddy had put my brother, fresh out of the University of Georgia with a C average, in charge of a townhouse building job in Smyrna. Carter was tooling around Cobb County in a brand-new silver Buick and cultivating a taste for single-malt scotch, hopefully not at the same time. As for my shy, serious little sister, though Daddy typically thought of women as coffeemakers with tits,

he was pretty puffed-up that one of his offspring had a shot at a top-tier college. Falling below Lulu in the pecking order was too much for me to bear. Daddy didn't know how to praise one person without putting down another. Hence my vision of showing them the life of a successful fashion photographer, with wine and good food, an apartment overlooking Times Square, and maybe a lingerie model or two to feign attraction to me for the price of a meal.

If I'd said any of this to Phil, he would have talked me out of it, so I went to our friend Tomas. He wasn't making much money as a line cook at a French restaurant near Carnegie Hall, but he'd hooked up with an older guy, a violinist, who was letting him live rent-free in his apartment while the guy toured with the Romanian Philharmonic.

"What do I have to do for you to let me use your place for one night?" I asked Tomas.

"You could do me." He slid closer to me on the white leather couch.

"Thanks for making me feel like a whore." I didn't move away, though. "What is it with fags, why does everything have to be about fucking? It's so predictable."

"Fine, I want sex and a pair of Bruno Magli shoes." Tomas pouted, half-seriously, knowing I wouldn't deliver the one and couldn't afford the other. We'd had fun together a couple of times, but sleeping with two people I saw on a regular basis would get weird in a hurry. Phil acted like there could never be too much sex. He would scope out a nightclub like a football player honing in on the strategic spot in a scrimmage. A few hard knocks and you were all pals afterwards. Tomas, I surmised, would be more of a champagne-and-roses guy, which I suppose I am too, but two of us in the same household would fight like cats in a handbag.

"Look, Tomas, this is your opportunity to show your creativity. You're always saying how bored you are, chopping vegetables all day. Imagine the possibilities — coq au vin en croute! Parfum de volailles printanière!"

Tomas snickered. "That's not even a real dish."

"Ah — but it could be."

"Spring chicken perfume?"

"Whatever. You're the detail man. Just give us the list, Phil and I will buy the groceries and take care of the washing-up. It'll be great."

The day before my family was due to arrive, Tomas played master chef and Phil and I hauled groceries up to his apartment. He had planned an elegant menu: Cornish hens, scalloped potatoes, a fine Bordeaux, and a dessert that he was keeping secret. I hoped it didn't involve open flames.

Unable to take me for a spin in the violinist's Jacuzzi with Tomas watching, Phil had to wait for his consolation in our modest bathtub. We dimmed the yellowish ceiling globe to a flicker, the poor man's candlelight. He dug his heels into my back and shoved my face down into the foamy water between his legs. I stuck my soap-slick fingers inside him, grazing his balls with my nails. We splashed and bumped around, ignoring our bruised knees as we rubbed our hard, impatient

flesh together.

Afterward, in the cooling water, he washed my hair so gently that I almost said I loved him. Words were hard for us, our own words. Schwarzenegger's memoir didn't quite provide the relevant bon mot.

"Failure is not an option," I read aloud from a page Phil had bookmarked. "Everyone has to succeed."

In response, he rolled onto his side of the mattress and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the floor by his pillow. "If everyone succeeds, what's success? You got an answer for that, Ah-nuld?"

"Maybe everyone succeeds at different things. Like, right now, you're succeeding at being an asshole."

"Yeah, but I'm your asshole." He laughed, sunshine after rain, and pulled the blanket over us. I expected more, but he lay still, his head tucked under my chin, the way he liked to sleep. I reached up for the switch that shut off the overhead light. One thing I could say for this apartment, everything was in easy reach. I could have cooked breakfast while sitting on the toilet.

Awhile later, in the dark, he said, "You wouldn't lie to me, Julian, right?"

"What would I lie about?"


"Phil, you know, if you really wanted to be exclusive, I'd give it a shot. Otherwise, please let's not dish the details."

"You're lying to them." His voice sounded mad, but his thick fingers were entwined with mine, warm and strong, squeezing my hand.

"Lying is my family's preferred form of communication. It's traditional and cultural, like chopsticks."

"But you're different."

"When I'm with you, I am." I kissed his blond hair. He liked that, but the questions weren't over yet.

"Who are you going to say I am?"

"You're my roommate," I said firmly. I've always tried to avoid pointless arguments, and since it seems to me there's scarcely any other kind, I consider myself a fairly easy person to live with.

"And my bed-mate." Phil climbed on top of me and tickled me unmercifully. "And my soul-mate, and my…mating mate."

We tussled a bit before settling down to sleep. Could I have bargained with him then, traded my coming-out for his fidelity? How terribly serious that would have been, all of a sudden, how much like buying the ring and booking the chapel. Like the readers of Woman's Day, I wanted to have it all: "Five Delicious Cake Recipes!" and "Thin Thighs in Thirty Days."

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About the Author

 Jendi Reiter's books are guided by her belief that people take precedence over ideologies. In exploring themes of queer family life, spiritual integration, and healing from adverse childhood experiences, her goal is to create understanding that leads to social change. Two Natures is her first novel; a sequel is in the works. Her four published poetry books include Bullies in Love (Little Red Tree, 2015) and the award-winning chapbook Barbie at 50 (Cervena Barva Press, 2010). She is the co-founder and editor of, an online resource site for creative writers.

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