Saturday, February 25, 2017

Book Release Snapshots--By Addison Albright

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


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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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Preface:

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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EXCERPT

“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

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


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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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Honors:
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

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:


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?"



"Nothing."



"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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 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 WinningWriters.com, an online resource site for creative writers.

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Monday, February 13, 2017

Cover Reveal--Scarred By Mia Kerick

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


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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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VEDIE

“Hot damn! Who be dat fine lady?” Joey knows I ain’t a lady, and I wish he’d shut his trap, but I don’t tell him so. I turn my head away and roll my eyes twice as I head past the bar. “Who’s the lucky guy who’s gonna get some of dat tonight?”

“Ain’t gonna be you, Joey.” And sure, maybe I say it out loud, but not loud enough for him to hear, ‘cause I don’t want to piss him off. Pissed-off dudes can be dangerous.

I only been working here a week-and-a-day now, but I’m pretty sure my coworkers are cool with the way I dress. At work, I gotta wear my green Tiki Hut T-shirt and tan shorts, just like everybody else. But I don’t hide my lady side down here on Placida Island, and I ain’t never gonna hide her again. The sad fact is, the way I show the world who I am is all fucked-up. But it is what it is, and that’s why I ain’t never goin’ back to Boston—I can’t go back up there and be me. Not if I wanna live to see another day, and shit.

“Ain’t you people never seen a boy dressed up nice and pretty before?” I shout it back over my shoulder, flashing a big grin, knowing that my lips look good, all shiny and red.

“Vedie, have yourself a good evening!” one of the ladies calls out. I smile inside ‘cause I think my coworkers like really me. I ain’t used to being liked just the way I am. Maybe anything goes on this tropical island in the middle of freakin’ nowhere.

I look around to see if Crazy Matt is lurking around the bar. Crazy Matt—that’s the name all of the waiters at The Only Tiki Hut gave to this gorgeous, but pissed-off-looking customer I made a play for earlier tonight. I actually leaned down and whispered into his ear, “Take me home tonight, Mateo.” I like how Mateo sounds way better than Crazy Matt, and it’s pretty much the same damn name, at least it is in my neck of the woods.

I didn’t stop and wait for his answer ‘cause I know it don’t work that way with guys like him. If Mateo wants to hook up with me, he’ll make it happen. If he don’t want it, there ain’t nothin’ on God’s green earth that I can do to make him change his mind. But I reminded him real clear that I was one of his options, and then I’d moved on.

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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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Friday, February 3, 2017

Book Release--Flaunt-- By E. Davies

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Title: Flaunt
Author: E.Davies
Release Date: January 31st 2017
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

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“He's waiting for me to ask, and I'm afraid.”

“I'm just one more gay guy here.”

Moving to the suburbs of L.A. was supposed to give Nic Montero a fresh start. After escaping his family, coming out as a gay trans man, and excelling in computer programming out of desperation to get financially stable or die, everything should be easy. But joining gay culture now, post-transition, feels impossible... until he runs into the force of nature that is Kyle. Everything Nic isn't, Kyle embodies. Green hair, garters and cut-off shorts, sports jerseys, and all, brash Kyle is the most gorgeous man he's ever laid eyes on, and he pulls Nic headlong into the center of his world. If only Nic felt like enough for a man like Kyle.

“One-night stands are my only option.”

Loud, loving, and too much for most men to handle, Kyle Everett catches eyes and occasionally scorn... even at his job at the local HIV charity, Plus. His days and nights are spent at work, his precious spare moments spent with his son, Kevin, when it's his turn to co-parent, or his best friend, drag queen River. He only has money or time for cheap flings, but the lanky otter who walks into his life makes Kyle want to hold him for longer than a night. He knows what it's like for Nic to be without a family, but he isn't brave enough to let this man into his life... until his charity is targeted by bigots, and Nic's there for him.

“I'll stay with you if you're brave enough to be you.”

Nic spent his twenties avoiding family and even his own femininity, but his yearning is impossible to ignore. Kyle's used to flying solo, but Nic offers him safety and fills gaps in his life he never realized existed and now can't stand. Living in close proximity, they can't run from their attraction, but they're each used to being rejected, with the emotional scars to prove it. Can two men who feel like they're not enough and too much find something just right?

Flaunt is a steamy, stand-alone gay romance novel with a HEA ending and no cliffhanger.

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“Welcome to our headquarters! Er, not that we have other locations. Not full-time, anyway. Don’t worry about being late. I’m not even ready. I’m so sorry.” This had to be Kyle— the voice on the intercom matched this peppy yet sibilant, rapid-fire speech.

“I— that’s fine,” Nic assured Kyle with a quiet laugh. He was relieved not to be in trouble for showing up late, nor for showing up in formalwear when everyone else was probably going casual. “GPS pointed me the wrong way.”

“Oh, they do that! Right this way, please.” Kyle scanned his card against a reader near the staircase door. When he twirled to hold the staircase door open, his skirt flared out a little.

Kyle was wearing a skirt, over men’s skinny jeans and boots, and a blouse, and chest hair peeked out from the top of the blouse, his biceps unmistakeable. And his suspenders reached under the skirt, presumably to his jeans waistband. It made Nic wonder if he was wearing garters, which was a wholly inappropriate thought for their first meeting.

He awkwardly stepped through the doorway and Kyle brushed past him to trot upstairs at top speed, already talking again.

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E. Davies was proficient in real estate ad shorthand (the old-fashioned newspaper kind) by the age of nine. Growing up moving constantly taught him what people have in common, the ways relationships are formed, and the dangers of “miscellaneous” boxes.
As a teen, he tore through a stack of found romance novels, wishing someone had written similar for M/M, though he could never find anything at Chapters or the library. Just after graduating university in 2013, semi-out and clutching his English B.A. for dear life, he stumbled on an Amazon M/M short story. It was a whole new... phrase he dares not repeat for fear of lawyers. It shone and shimmered splendidly, though.
After failing forty times to avoid crafting happily-ever-after endings for steamy short stories, he plunged into romance novels and hasn't looked back. As a young gay author whose formative gay fictional role models were characters punished for their sexuality, Ed prefers his stories lightly dramatic, full of optimism and hope.
Now out and proud, he writes full-time, goes on long nature walks, tries to fill his passport, drinks piña coladas on the beach, flees from cute guys, coos over fuzzy animals (especially bees), and is liable to tilt his head and click his tongue if you don't use your turn signal.

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