Book Blast: Beyond the Scars by Louise Lyons!

Beyond the Scars bannerBlurb:

After years of physical and mental abuse, Tommy Chadwick finally finds the strength to leave Colin, his tormentor. But Tommy soon finds that escaping his violent boyfriend was only the first step on his path to recovery.

Now he must overcome feelings of worthlessness in order to rebuild his battered self-esteem.

Tommy’s lack of self-confidence prevents him from going out… at first, but then has him ricocheting from one man to another, desperately trying to please them in his search for love and acceptance.

After being rejected on New Year’s Eve, and then beaten after leaving the gay bar, he agrees to accompany his best friend, Sarah, to a martial arts club. There Tommy meets Marcus, a strong older man, who at first becomes his friend, introducing Tommy to new interests, and later, tentatively asks him on a date.

Will Marcus be the man to help Tommy put his past behind him and fall in love for real?

Excerpt:

Two years, ten months, nineteen days. That was how long I’d been here. But today was different. Today I was leaving. My life was no longer worth living, and if I didn’t change it, I thought I might die, whether by his hand or my own.

I’d met Colin Woods in June 2004 on MySpace. I’d been nineteen then and reasonably happy in my own skin. But the fishing port of Grimsby wasn’t the best place in the world to try meeting other men. It didn’t have much to offer the GLBT community, and most people either went out of town or used online dating and chatrooms. I’d opened an account on MySpace, and within a few weeks I’d connected with Colin. He lived close to Grimsby, too, in one of the villages not far from the outskirts, and we met just days after our online introduction. He’d seemed so different then.

I jumped and glanced over my shoulder as I heard a sound outside. Our neighbor, slamming his car door. I let out a shaky sigh of relief and continued stuffing my clothes into a bag. My hands trembled, and I tried talking to myself in my head. You’ve got time. He won’t be back for hours. Calm down. Don’t forget anything important.

I fastened the bag and grabbed another smaller one which I took into the bathroom to collect my meager amount of toiletries. Then back to the bedroom for my CDs. Half an hour at the most and I’d be out of here. Free. Safe.

A few more minutes passed. I thought I had everything, but I took another look around to make sure. If I left my wallet or car keys, I’d be fucked. I patted my pockets and found the keys in my right, front, jeans pocket and my wallet in the back pocket on the same side.

I picked up the smaller bag again and shoved in a few odd socks which were on the floor next to the bed. Every moment that passed was a moment too long, and I tried to hurry up. The silence in the flat was so loud my head pounded with it. Then in an instant it was shattered by the front door flying open and crashing against the wall. The bag I was holding fell from my hands, and items scattered across the floor. I took a step back as Colin appeared in the doorway, eyebrows raised.

“I… um… I thought you were g-going fishing,” I stammered.

“I was, but you have to fucking ruin everything as usual,” he growled. “I rang you at work. You know, your place of work where you went two hours ago. Only you didn’t go there, did you? They said you booked time off!” He bellowed out the last sentence, and I flinched. “So tell me, Tommy. Why would you take time off work and not tell me? Why are you here, packing stuff into a bag, ruining my fucking day, when I should be out fishing with my mate?”

“I’m leaving,” I said in a small voice. Maybe he’d let me go. Just maybe he’d be mad enough to think it wasn’t worth it anymore. I’d ruined his day, after all. I could imagine the words coming out of his mouth, and I prayed silently he’d say them. Fuck off, then, Tommy. I’ve had enough. Get out of my sight, and take all your shit with you.

“The hell you are. Get that stuff unpacked right now.” He clenched his fists at his sides, and his jaw twitched. I was impressed he hadn’t hit me yet. “Actually, I changed my mind. Leave that. First you can tell me exactly what you thought you were doing. Haven’t I said a hundred times you’ll never leave me? I won’t fucking let you leave. You have nothing without me, anyway. No one else would want you, useless fucking waste of space that you are.”

“I… I’m sorry. I thought I’d….” I racked my brains desperately for the right words—words which might not result in me being forced to take more time off until the bruises faded. Usually he avoided my face, but if he was really mad he seemed to want to pummel the features he repeatedly told me were a turn off to everyone except him.

“You thought what? I’d let you go, just like that? You thought you’d sneak off like the fucking little coward you are while I’m not here?” He stepped closer, and I gulped, my mouth dry with fear. I knew it was going to be a lot worse than it had been before. I’d never really done anything before to deserve it. Tiny little mistakes—an item put away in the wrong place, his dinner later than he demanded, something not done quickly enough or the way he wanted. Here I was packing, intending to leave and daring to make my own decision. He’d beat the shit out of me.

I took a step back and came up short when I bumped against the wall. Colin lifted his hand, and in a second he had fastened it around my throat.

“You’ll never leave me, Tommy. Do you hear me? I’ll make sure of it.”

 

Beyond the Scars final coverBuy Beyond the Scars:

Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Scars-Louise-Lyons-ebook/dp/B011H33IOS/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1437021591&sr=8-9&keywords=louise+lyons

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Beyond-Scars-Louise-Lyons-ebook/dp/B011H33IOS/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1437021674&sr=8-6&keywords=louise+lyons

ARe – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-beyondthescars-1850034-149.html

B&N – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beyond-the-scars-louise-lyons/1122293429?ean=9781925222609

Wayward Ink Publishing – http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/beyond-the-scars-by-louise-lyons-copy/

 

Giveaway with Rafflecopter: $10 Amazon gift card + 1 eBook from Louise’s backlist!
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Author Bio

Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of 8, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered FanFiction in her late 20s.

Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.

Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long-distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

Social Media

Blog: http://www.louiselyonsauthor.wordpress.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/louiselyonsauthor

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/louiselyons013

Email: louiselyons013@gmail.com

 

Cover Reveal: Beyond the Surface by Felice Stevens!

RCAuthor Name: Felice Stevens

Book Name: Beyond the Surface

Release Date: August 17, 2015

Pages or Words: Approximately 78,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance

 

Excerpt:

Julian was in the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools by the counter. He had a glass in front of him filled with what Nick presumed was vodka, having spied the Grey Goose bottle.

“Would you like a drink? I have beer, wine…anything you’d like.”

Nick shook his head, regret piercing his heart as he watched the hope drain from Julian’s eyes.

“I don’t think so. I’m going to head home. I want you to know how much I appreciate what you did for Jamal tonight.”

Julian stood abruptly, kicking the stool away from his feet.

“Don’t treat me like I’m some fucking stranger, Nicky. You owe me. It’s been eighteen years; you think I’m going to let you walk out on me again like you did before? After what just happened between us? After you fell apart? No fucking way. I’m not that same person and neither are you, obviously.”

Taken aback by Julian’s anger, Nick remained mute.

“What the hell is going on with you? One minute you’re tongue fucking me into the next century and the next you’re freaking out. I know I’m a damn good kisser, but this isn’t about us, is it? It has nothing to do with our past and everything to do with you and the shit that’s floating around in your head.”

Julian stepped closer to him and Nick, who normally couldn’t stand people near him, was rooted to the floor, unable to move.

“Talk to me, Nicky. Tell me what happened to you.”

He was so tired of holding himself together, feeling like at any moment he’d shatter into a million tiny pieces, leaving nothing behind but a pile of dust.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The words poured out of him, flowing unchecked this time. “It should’ve been me. We all went to the Towers to save them. It was my day off, but I went anyway. I heard and couldn’t stay home; I had a duty to help, you know? But I lived and they all died. Why, Julian? Why did I live and they didn’t?”

“Oh, Nick.” Julian held him close. “I don’t have the answers for you. No one does. But I’m going to be completely selfish and say I’m so thankful you did make it and we’re here together after all these years.”

Unflinching green eyes gazed back at him. Clever, beautiful eyes that Nick could never stop dreaming of. Eyes that at one time had held the promise of forever, until Nick ruined everything with his cowardice and shame. Unable to maintain Julian’s scrutiny, Nick broke away and ran to the elevator, his chest heaving, eyes stinging with tears.

“Let me out. I need to leave here. NOW.”

And now, the cover!

BeyondTheSurface-500x750

Rafflecopter Prize: E-copy of ‘Beyond the Surface’
a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

Tour Stops:

Parker Williams, Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, Bayou Book Junkie, Jessie G. Books, Bike Book Reviews, BFD Book Blog, Charley Descoteaux, Molly Lolly, Amanda C. Stone, Bookaholic Confessions, Havan Fellows, Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Inked Rainbow Reads, Ogitchida Book Blog, 3 Chicks After Dark, Two Chicks Obsessed With Books and Eye Candy, Reviews by Jessewave, Christy Loves 2 Read, MM Good Book Reviews, Prism Book Alliance, Velvet Panic, Happily Ever Chapter, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Vampires, Werewolves, and Fairies, Oh My, Because Two Men Are Better Than One, Love Bytes, Multitasking Mommas, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Michael Mandrake, It’s Raining Men, Mikky’s World of Books, Divine Magazine, Andrew Q. Gordon

 

About the author:

I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. I started reading traditional historical romances when I was a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until I picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that my interest in romance novels became renewed.

But somewhere along the way, my tastes shifted. While I still enjoys a juicy Historical romance, I began experimenting with newer, more cutting edge genres and discovered the world of Male/Male romance. Once I picked up her first, I became so enamored of the authors, the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion of the books, I knew I wanted to write my own.

I live in New York City with my husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of my own. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

Where to find the author:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/felice.stevens.1

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/felicestevensauthor?ref=hl

Twitter: @Felicestevens1

Pinterest: www.pinterest/felicestevens

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25529001-beyond-the-surface

Publisher: Felice Stevens

Cover Artist: Reese Dante

9-w-cursive-300x300

 

Book Blast: Breeding Stations by Chris T. Kat

RCAuthor Name: Chris T. Kat

 Book Name: Breeding Stations

Series: Alliances

Book: One

 Release Date: July 27, 2015

Pages or Words: 204 pages or about 65,000 words

Categories: M/M Romance, Science Fiction

 

Excerpt from Chapter One:

After a five-minute standoff with our Nadiscs, I rolled my eyes and squared off in front of them. “Look, I know you have a rule about not giving your name out to anyone, so why don’t we cut it short. You”—I pointed at the woman—”will be R1.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, which I ignored, even though my hands began to perspire. I pointed at the man standing on her left and said, “That’ll make you R2.” I leveled my finger at the remaining one and added, “So you’ll be R3. We should all be able to remember R1, and if we get it wrong when there’s an emergency, we’ll only have to shout for R2 and R3 together and one of you will help us out.”

R2’s eyebrows knitted together very closely, and in the background feet shuffled. Someone cleared his throat. R3 came forward, one step at a time. I could’ve sworn the floor vibrated with every move. All my instincts screamed at me to leg it, but if I’d learned one lesson well, it was not to show fear. Not too much, anyway.

R3’s arm shot out before I had a chance to see it coming. His large hand clasped around my neck and all my hairs stood on end. I kept completely still, waiting for the blow to come.

He gazed at me from dark brown eyes, then lifted his other hand. The atmosphere around us thickened, and my poor confused cock perked up with interest. The Nadisc laid a hand against my cheek, left it there for a while, before he eventually pulled it away.

He pointed at his comrades. “Niyara.”

The Nadisc woman inclined her head.

“This is Xevon. And to make it easier for you and your people, you may call me Tom.”

“Tom?” I blurted. “Don’t you have a fancy name like the others?” The grasp around my neck tightened, and I hastened to add. “Short is cool, though. Really cool.”

“Thought so.”

Tom released my neck, but didn’t step away. Slightly wary, I glanced up at him. He grinned at me, showing a full line of well-tended white humanoid teeth, then beckoned to Niyara and Xevon. They bridged the distances in two long strides and formed a circle around me.

“Um, guys, what’s going on?” I asked, mulling whether I could slip past them or not.

They intertwined their hands and closed the circle around me. Someone—I think it was Carson—muttered something fierce, and a moment later three large bodies crowded me. I opened my mouth to tell them off, or maybe to ask them very politely to back off a little—same difference, really—when an eerie shout resounded through the hangar.

My eyes had to be circular by the time they finished. You could’ve heard a pin drop, it was that silent around us.

Niyara, Xevon, and Tom took one step backward, and I breathed more freely. Niyara smashed her fist against her chest, declaring, “We accept you as our leader on this mission.”

I gaped at her. The Nadisc helped and supported humans, but accepting leadership from a human? They very rarely did. Niyara smiled at me, a genuine smile that showed a prettiness I hadn’t seen before, then she engulfed me in a rib-creaking embrace. I was stumbling to find my footing once she’d set me down when Xevon lifted me off my feet and hugged me too.

He and Niyara turned around and advanced on my crew members, eliciting a few terrified squeaks. I peered at Tom, who showed no inclination of moving.

“What? No hug from you?” I asked.

He held out his broad muscled arms for me, grinning. My mouth went dry and my damn cock pressed heavily against the fabric of my pants. It had to be visible to everyone. For the first time in many years, heat rose into my cheeks. Tom’s grin expanded before he laughed. I stepped into his arms, bracing myself for another painful embrace. Instead, I found myself leaning against a hard chest with equally hard arms around me, fencing me in but without hurting me.

I mumbled into his leather vest, “Do you by chance happen to like blond humans?”

“I do.”

I would’ve screamed hallelujah if Baker’s voice over the loudspeaker hadn’t demanded we get going.

 

BreedingStationsBuy Breeding Stations:

e-book: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6683

paperback: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6684

 

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-breedingstations-1846792-343.html

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Breeding-Stations-Alliances-Book-1-ebook/dp/B012BKIGKW/

 

Rafflecopter Prize: E-copies of Seizing It and the sequel Too Good to be True? by Chris T. Kat
a Rafflecopter giveaway

 


Tour Stops:

Parker Williams, Cate Ashwood, Iyana Jenna, BFD Book Blog, Bike Book Reviews, Smoocher’s Voice, Bayou Book Junkie, Havan Fellows, Andrew Q. Gordon, MM Good Book Reviews, Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, Kimi-Chan, Full Moon Dreaming, Happily Ever Chapter, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Charley Descoteaux, The Hat Party

 

About the author:

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.

 

Where to find the author:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ChrisTKat

Twitter: http://twitter.com/christi_kat

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/ChrisTKat

Blog: http://christikat.blogspot.com

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Chris-T.-Kat/e/B008FQQH2Q

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25803681-breeding-stations?ac=1

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Anne Cain

9-w-cursive-300x300

 

Book Blast: His Enemy’s Son and Catfish Love Water by Iyana Jenna!

RCAuthor Name: Iyana Jenna

 Book Names: His Enemy’s Son and Catfish Love Water

 Release Date: His Enemy’s Son – July 10, 2015, Catfish Love Water – July 17, 2015

Excerpts:

  1. His Enemy’s Son

“Hey!” they cried out.

“I’m going home with my friend. Let me go!” Alex shouted.

It was no use. Men in black surrounded him from every angle. He couldn’t see Seth anywhere.

“Seth!”

“Alex!”

“Quiet!” the first man barked. “Take Mr. Parker away. Go. Now!”

Am I being kidnapped? Alex’s muddled mind slowly understood the situation as he tried to yank his arms free. He grunted when two men squeezed his upper arms tightly; their fingers bit into his skin when they pulled him away.

“Alex! You let him go, you bastards!”

Alex looked over his shoulder as he was dragged into a black van. The men had grabbed Seth and held him down on the ground.

“No.” His head was spinning. “Don’t hurt him. It’s me you want. Let him go.”

“We’re not going to hurt anyone as long as you obey.” The man growled.

Suddenly Alex felt a prick at the back of his neck. He cried out in pain.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He tried to reach back but he couldn’t. His knees buckled, darkness gripped him, and suddenly he didn’t know any more.

* * * *

  1. Catfish Love Water

“What’re you reading?”

“Oh, this.” Axel’s face turned scarlet. He made a failed attempt to cover the title and cover of the book with his hand. Richard hid his smile and pretended not to know what was going on.

“What’s it about?” he asked, hoping Axel was too flustered to see through his innocent act.

Axel shrugged. “Nothing special.”

Richard almost grinned at the “Nothing special” but he kept his face straight.

“Care to tell me more?”

“Well,” Axel started, eyes fixed to the table. “It’s about a millionaire’s son whose life is in danger and his father pays a bodyguard to keep an eye on him. They eventually fall for each other as they—”

“This bodyguard—is it a girl?”

For the second time, Axel blushed. “N-no. It’s also a man.” Axel stared at Richard as if challenging him to say something sour about it. “That a problem for you?”

Richard arched an eyebrow. If Axel only knew.

“What? No, not at all. In fact, finding out you like reading that kind of story makes me really happy.” Richard captured Axel’s gaze and they exchanged a long, searching look.

“Huh,” Axel said quietly as he turned away.

 

Sales Links:

  1. HisEnemysSon600His Enemy’s Son

http://firebornpublishing.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&cPath=4&products_id=113&zenid=8fb02eac6e2c3767a8224e43e40a5da9

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/His-Enemys-Son-Iyana-Jenna-ebook/dp/B010XYBRU4

  1. Catfish Love Water

http://firebornpublishing.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&products_id=127

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Catfish-Love-Water-Iyana-Jenna-ebook/dp/B011ULO1LQ

CatfishLoveWater2100

 

Rafflecopter Prize: One e-book copy each of His Enemy’s Son and Catfish Love Water


a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

 

 

Tour Stops:

Parker Williams, Havan Fellows, The Hat Party, Charley Descoteaux, Bayou Book Junkie, BFD Book Blog, Happily Ever Chapter, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, EE Montgomery, Divine Magazine, MM Good Book Reviews, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents. Inked Rainbow Reads, Prism Book Alliance, Velvet Panic, Ogitchida Book Blog

 

About the author:

Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spends her nights mostly dreaming of love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.

Where to find the author:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/iyanajenna

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/books.by.iyanajenna

Twitter: https://twitter.com/IyanaJenna

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/iyanajenna/

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/iyana-jenna

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=263934975&trk=hp-identity-name

 

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6996391.Iyana_Jenna

Publisher: Fireborn Publishing

Cover Artist: Brenna Lyons

9-w-cursive-300x300

 

Book Blast: Redesigning Max by Pat Henshaw

FinalAuthor Name: Pat Henshaw

Book Name: Redesigning Max
Series: Foothills Pride
Book: Two
Can be read as a standalone

Release Date: July 29, 2015

Excerpt:
That night in bed, thinking of the delicious Max, I understood a little more why he wanted the forest in his house. I could understand how soothing the wide open-spaces could be to someone who spent his formative years as an outcast. Now I felt even more driven to give Max the vision he sought.

Three days later, exhausted from a couple of all-nighters but ready to show Max the portfolio of drawings and plans for his renovated cabin, I put on my other designer jeans, orange sailor shirt, green high tops, and lavender scarf. I was ready to knock Max’s socks off.

Max drove us to the Rock Bottom again for lunch. The grungy foothills cafe was just as tacky as it had been before and smelled just as delicious. The tables of surly-looking he-men in their Levis and wife-beaters or beat-up Western-cut shirts still stared and then whispered to themselves as I slid into a booth, the artist sketchbook tucked safely in my bag.

“So we’re ready to make some changes.” Max eyed the sketchbook as I took it out and laid it on the table.

“Whoa, not so fast.” I put my hand over the top of the book to keep it closed. “We’re a few steps away from starting. Let’s just take a look at the sketches and then talk money, and then if you’re still happy in a day or two, we can sign a contract. Remodeling isn’t anything to jump right into.”

The excitement brimming from Max’s face said Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. Open the damned notebook.

I sighed. I always hated this part of the job. Clients either loved the sketches and wanted the work done yesterday or they wanted to haggle every nut and bolt to the ground, changing the floor plan, the color palette, or complete idea on an almost minute-to-minute basis. It was exhausting either way.

“Okay, first, what you need to do is look at these drawings and imagine yourself living in these rooms, not just looking at pretty pictures. Ask yourself if you would be comfortable here. At this point, everything is changeable, but it won’t be the case when we start tearing down and making the plan concrete. So take your time. Be sure you’ve fallen in love before you begin.”

I waited until Max lifted his eyes from the sketchbook, looked at me, and nodded before I opened the book.

I went through the pages one by one quickly, not asking Max for a response and not watching him. This was the private, internal part, and I let him have his space. Max wasn’t my first client who kind of knew what he wanted but couldn’t articulate it.

The first glimpse tainted the vision the client originally had going into the project. I could steamroll clients into taking what I’d given them, but in the long run, they had to live with the new reality and I wanted them to be happy. I really wanted Max to be happy.

“It’s perfect,” Max whispered just as the waitress brought our food. “Let’s do it.”

“Let’s eat first, before we break ground.”

I didn’t talk during lunch even though Max wanted to get me to sign him up and start moving.

After we finished the cherry-apple pie, I said, “Now I’m going to go through and point out some pricey details. Think about if you really want them because they add time and money to the design. We can easily discard them.”

“No, I want it just like you’ve got it in here.” Max tapped the sketchbook with his elegant fingers. “Just exactly what you’ve got here.”

I sighed. “Let’s try it my way, okay? Will you just listen?” I was holding an edge of the sketchbook closed and looking into Max’s eyes. I didn’t want Max to be an ultimately unhappy impulse buyer.

Max tentatively touched my hand. “I trust you.” He rubbed his fingers over mine.

I was surprised by the touch of his fingers, which had immediately made my body tingle. I’d read about people being attracted and feeling a zap of electricity, but I’d never experienced it before. As far as my past liaisons with men went, we’d both showed up, which was enough for gratifying sex.

“Just a few minutes of listening.” I could hear a shaky quality in my voice.

“Okay,” Max agreed, sitting back and putting his hands together on the table.

I took a deep breath to steady myself. I looked around the cafe, hypersensitive to the quiet scrutiny of the other diners. Were they leaning out of their chairs to listen to our conversation? Why did they make me feel uncomfortable?

I looked back at Max, who seemed oblivious to their attention. His eyes went from the sketchbook to me. He seemed to lean toward me, and his eager look seemed to be trying to hurry me along. His impatience made me smile.

I took a deep breath and started my spiel. “There are some carvings in the pictures you should think about. Atop and along the sides of the windows in the living room, master bedroom, and the kitchen, and on the headboard and bedposts in the master bedroom. You said you wanted to bring the outdoors in, so I thought these carvings would be perfect.”

I turned to the pictures. I’d drawn animals like squirrels, foxes, and badgers carved into the wood.

In the master bedroom, the four bedposts looked like geese landing at the head of the bed and taking off toward the windows from the foot of it. Across the headboard and footboard, I’d drawn pussy willows swaying with frogs, butterflies, and small birds among the reeds, all carved from one piece of hardwood.

Having worked with a wonderful carver so many times in the past, I knew he would take my ideas and flesh them out, probably change them as he saw fit, and leave Max with stunning pieces of art—if Max could afford them and, more importantly, if Max liked this idea as much as I did.

“Beautiful.” Max traced the birds taking off in flight.

“Yes, it is. You’ll notice the wood on the floor, around the windows, and making up the furniture is the only brown. The rest of the room is blue.” Actually the blues ran the scale of hues from Alice blue to ultramarine, but I made it a policy to use only the most basic names for colors since many of my less artistic clients got lost in the fancy color names.

“I like other colors, not just brown,” Max protested.

I nodded, not about to remind him that he’d only wanted brown and green. Except for the touch of Max’s fingers on my hand, my spiel had been pretty standard. As far as I was concerned, no surprises were good surprises.

“In the living room and kitchen”—I found those pages—“you’ll notice that the predominant colors are yellow.” Well, from canary yellow to goldenrod, but who was counting? “Also, I added more rustic carvings to the decks. Animals between the posts of the back deck and birds on the bedroom deck,” I said, flipping to the relevant sketches and pointing them out.

On each page, Max ran his finger over the details I mentioned. It was distracting, so much so I had trouble keeping to the script. Max might not be an artist, but he definitely had an artist’s soul. His fingers were gently stroking my soul as well as the pages.

The diners at the other tables seemed to be trying to see what had Max so enthralled. I wanted to stand up and announce, “This is a private showing. Go back to your meals.” I didn’t, but still, sweat had started to drip from my pits.

Finally I closed the book and passed it to Max. It was hard to stay on task with Max so focused on the drawings and the diners seemingly intent on us.

“I want you to take this book and really study the pages. Take notes in the margins. Circle things you don’t like or have questions about. Go to the cabin with the book and try to imagine every room looking like the sketch. What would you change to make the sketch more you?”

When I peered up at Max, I was surprised to see glistening eyes looking back at me. Was Max crying? Oh hell no. God, I hoped not. I don’t do crying people. Ever.

 

RedesigningMaxFS

 

Sales Links: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6690

 

Rafflecopter Prize: One of three $10 Starbucks Gift Cards
a Rafflecopter giveaway

 


Tour Dates & Stops:

Parker Williams, Havan Fellows, BFD Book Blog, Bayou Book Junkie, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Tara Lain, My Fiction Nook, Prism Book Alliance, 3 Chicks After Dark, Amanda C. Stone, MM Good Book Reviews, Bike Book Reviews, Happily Ever Chapter, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Charley Descoteaux, Inked Rainbow Reads, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Velvet Panic, Michael Mandrake, It’s Raining Men

 

About the author:

Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride series, was born in Nebraska but promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat has visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and regularly travels to Rome, Italy, and Eugene, Oregon, to see family.

Now retired, Pat has taught English composition at the junior college level; written book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helped students find information as a librarian; and promoted PBS television programs.

Pat has raised two incredible daughters who daily amaze everyone with their power and compassion. Pat’s supported by a husband who keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away writing fiction.

Where to find the author:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pat.henshaw.10

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6998437.Patois

Book website: http://whatsinanamenovella.blogspot.com

Website: http://patbooked.blogspot.com

E-mail: whatsinanamenovella@comcast.net

Tumblr: http://phenshaw.tumblr.com/

Twitter: @phenshaw

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25824113-redesigning-max?ac=1

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: AngstyG

9-w-cursive-300x300

 

Book Blast: Resurrecting Elliot by Cate Ashwood!

RCAuthor Name: Cate Ashwood

Book Name: Resurrecting Elliot

Series: Newport Boys

Book: Two

Can be read as a standalone, but you get background character on Colt in book one

 

Excerpt:

TEN MINUTES. He was going to be here in ten minutes. Maybe. The website had given Elliot a window of an hour, but with ten minutes to, he was beginning to feel anxious. His heart was racing. His palms were already sweating. No one other than his sister and Dr. Mazur had crossed the threshold of his front door since it happened.

Nothing like throwing himself into the fire.

Elliot paced around the house, tidying what had already been tidied. He didn’t want this guy thinking he was a hoarder on top of being a shut-in. He double-checked that there was no clutter on his coffee table, that the newspapers his sister brought were neatly stacked and ready for the fireplace. The side tables had been dusted—twice—and the blanket on the back of the couch straightened. Pulling down the blinds on his front windows, he peered out, looking for a strange vehicle, but the street was deserted.

He walked back into the kitchen. Spotless. He wasn’t really sure how the whole delivery thing worked, if the guy just left his things at the door or if he brought them all the way into the house. Glancing at the clock again, he saw he had just enough time to fix—

There was a loud knock at the door. This was it. He hoped he wouldn’t puke on this guy’s shoes as soon as the door opened. He felt like he might. As calmly as he could, he walked to the front door and unlocked it.

Deep breaths, just keep breathing, he reminded himself before he clutched at the doorknob, turned it, and pulled his front door open.

He almost forgot to keep breathing.

The man that stood on the other side of his door, backlit by the sun, looked up and gave a crooked smile that made Elliot’s already rapidly beating heart hustle.

“Hi, are you Elliot Lawrence?” the man asked, his southern drawl warm and comforting somehow.

“Yes,” Elliot said unintelligently… and then forgot how to speak.

“I’m Colt.”

ResurrectingElliotFSSales Links:

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6661

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6662

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-resurrectingelliot-1842144-149.html

 

 

Rafflecopter Prize: E-copy of ‘Resurrecting Elliot’ by Cate Ashwood
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Tour Stops:

Parker Williams, BFD Book Blog, Havan Fellows, Bayou Book Junkie, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Molly Lolly, My Fiction Nook, Bike Book Reviews, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, Kimi-Chan, Happily Ever Chapter, Christy Loves 2 Read, Inked Rainbow Reads, Two Chicks Obsessed With Books and Eye Candy, Reviews by Jessewave, MM Good Book Reviews, Iyana Jenna, Mikky’s World of Books, Love Bytes, Vampires, Werewolves, and Fairies, Oh My, The Hat Party, Andrew Q. Gordon, Divine Magazine, Charley Descoteaux

About the author:

Cate Ashwood wrote her very first story in a hot-pink binder when she was in the second grade and found her passion for writing. Her first successful foray into romance writing came five years later when she wrote her best friend, who was experiencing a case of unrequited love, her own happily ever after.

Cate’s life has taken a number of different and adventurous roads. She now lives a stone’s throw from the ocean, just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia with her husband, her little boy, and their two cats. Her life is filled with family and friends, travel, and, of course, books.

Where to find the author:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/cate.ashwood

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cate-Ashwood-Author/288329491267435?fref=ts

Twitter: @cateashwood

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/cateashwood/

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25495377-resurrecting-elliot

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht

9-w-cursive-300x300

 

 

 

Book Blast: The Minder by Catherine L. Byrne!

960x350I’m pleased to welcome Catherine L. Byrne today! She’s brought an excerpt from her new release The Minder, and a giveaway. She also agreed to answer a couple of questions–check out every stop to learn more about Catherine and her book!

  • Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
  • I struggle with Point of View and writing descriptions which are not info dumps. I think I’m getting the hang of POV and describing scenes related to the character rather than just a plain description. It’s an ongoing process. In the wider view of writing, I struggle with marketing and publicizing my work, I just don’t know what to do or say. I like writing a book, not shouting ‘buy my book! Buy my book!’ The writing is the fun bit.

 

  • Who designs your covers?
  • My covers are designed by the Extasy Books’ cover artists, Carmen Waters and Latrisha Waters. Excellent artists. I know so many others though from other publishers or independent ones.

Excerpt:
They sneaked down the stairs and along the corridor like ghosts, the voices of the killers shouting in the distance. Chase went first and they reached the long, white kitchen. The spare sets of car keys were in a box by the back door so people could take or return them on the way out. He had just grabbed one when Jody clutched his arm.

“I have to go back for my phone,” he hissed.

“Really? You little—” But Jody had a point. They needed phones to communicate. “I’ll come with you. Just a sec.” He pointed the key through the window blinds at the parked cars lining the driveway by the garage and the red Ferrari 458 flashed its lights. “Nice.”

“Come on.” Jody pulled his arm again and they crept out of the kitchen towards the stairs and Jody’s bedroom.

They reached Jody’s room and it only took him a few minutes to locate the phone and shove it in his pocket. Then Chase remembered something.

“Quick, come with me.” He steered Jody into Tony’s office, unlocked the safe, took out stacks of notes and put them in his rucksack.

“What are you doing?” Jody glared at him. “Stealing?”

Chase pushed him against the wall—no time for pleasantries. “Listen, we’ve got to go or they’ll kill us too,” he snarled in Jody’s face. “Understand? Come with me or I’ll leave you to them.”

Jody gulped and nodded, his brown eyes wide.

“Good.” Chase let him go and dragged him out of the office and down the stairs.

 

theminderRafflecopter Prize: E-copy of ‘The Minder’
a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

Sales Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Minder-Catherine-L-Byrne-ebook/dp/B00ZS86Y7C/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1435166559&sr=1-2

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Minder-Catherine-L-Byrne-ebook/dp/B00ZS86Y7C/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1435167011&sr=8-2&keywords=catherine+l+byrne

http://www.extasybooks.com/The-Minder/?author_id=1023

 


Tour Dates & Stops:

Bayou Book Junkie, BFD Book Blog, Charley Descoteaux, Dawn’s Reading Nook, Havan Fellows, Inked Rainbow Reads, It’s Raining Men, Jessie G. Books, Michael Mandrake, Mikky’s World of Books, MM Good Book Reviews, Parker Williams, Prism Book Alliance, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat, The Hat Party, Vampires, Werewolves, and Fairies, Oh My, Velvet Panic, Wake Up Your Wild Side

About the author:

Catherine L Byrne writes stories about relationships which push buttons and provoke reactions from readers. She writes about both gay and straight relationships, depending on which characters in her books shout the loudest to have their stories told.

An inquisitive author, she prefers writing about different situations in each book rather than writing a series about the same one—her stories range from 10th century Viking Britain, to modern educational settings and from mystery to romance.

As she was born and bred in England and lives there with her family, this infuses her books with a distinctly English tone. She has been writing since as long as she can remember and Extasy Books have published her novels since 2014.

 

Where to find the author:

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Catherines-Creations-and-Concerns/235748973239333?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CatherineLByrne

Blog: https://catherinelbyrne.wordpress.com/

Publisher: http://www.extasybooks.com/?route=product%2Fauthor&author_id=1023

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25734866-the-minder?ac=1

Publisher: Extasy Books

Cover Artist: Latrisha Waters

9-w-cursive-300x300

 

 

 

 

Buchanan House Giveaway

BuchananHouse_FBbanner_DSPBuchanan House has hit the Coming Soon page at the Dreamspinner store, and is available for pre-order! I’m working on a tour that starts in mid-August, so if you have anything you’d like to ask me or any subjects you’d like me to write about just let me know! It’s been a year since i’ve done a blog tour with guest posts and everything, and it’s going to be a lot of fun. All that work will keep me from obsessively checking my email for word about book #2, or sales numbers.

Okay that’s just crazy talk, of course i’ll be checking!

I’ll be visiting all the stops on my Cover Reveal this weekend, to thank my hosts and see what everyone has to say about B&Bs.The Rafflecopter will be open through July 24th and the prize is a backlist book of your choice (not including Buchanan House but The Pinch of the Game is fair game ;))!

 

 

Heads-up: Buchanan House Cover Reveal and #Giveaway

The Cover Reveal event for Buchanan House is in two days! The lovely blogs below will help me show off my sweet L.C. Chase cover, and give away a backlist book!

1800x1600Banner

I’m excited about this one–I know, i’m excited for every release, it’s an occupational hazard. ;) Buchanan House is a contemporary and is a much sweeter story than i usually write—very romantic (and sexy, don’t let the word “sweeter” fool you).

Friday, July 17th BH hits the Coming Soon Page, and release day will be August 19th!

This may turn out to be my first-ever series, if Dreamspinner likes Book #2. *fingers crossed*

11075219_847298572001162_8375401131888521203_n

Book Blast: Plaid Nights!

RCAuthor Names: Rob Rosen, Megan McFerren, Julia Talbot, Elizabeth Coldwell, Racheline Maltese & Erin McRae, Angelique Voisen, Missouri Dalton, Logan Zachary, Lila Mathews, Anna Mansel, and McKay

Book Name: Plaid Nights Anthology

Release Date: July 15, 2015

Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance, Paranormal (Please note: As an anthology, not all categories may relate to all stories.)

Excerpt: From “Tossing It” by Rob Rosen:

He took a spoonful of stew into his mouth, green eyes sparkling in the daylight. He was cute in a lanky, pale, freckled sort of way. He sighed contentedly as he set the spoon back down. “Just like mom used to make.”

“Back in the old country?”

He laughed. “Back in New Jersey. Though Newark is sort of old.”

We continued eating together, side by side. His leg brushed mine. It stayed brushed. I didn’t move mine away; he didn’t move his either. This was an odd turn of events. Was he gay? Not a clue. Still, most guys would’ve moved their legs away. Maybe he was simply oblivious. Straight guys sometimes had a habit of that. You just never knew. Then again, you could test the theory if you were so inclined. Me, I was always so inclined.

I pointed to a throng of kilted behemoths off to the side. “What’s with the skirted mountain men?”

He chuckled. “Caber tossers.

“That some sort of Scottish slang for rednecks?”

He turned my way, eyes locking with mine. It was like staring into a field of emeralds. Guess I’d been too busy staring at his crotch before to notice. Shame on me. “Caber tossers. They toss logs. Poles. Big ones.” Well, he’d certainly know about big poles, I figured. “They’re up to twenty feet tall and almost two hundred pounds.”

“And they toss them? Why?”

“For sport.”

I ate a couple more bites of my fish. It was perfectly cooked, greasy and flaky. My stomach settled down. “Sport? Like tiddlywinks for giants?”

He nodded as he continued eating his stew. His eyes rarely left mine. I was all too glad to return the favor. I stared at his freckles, connecting the dots, constellations hidden in the patterns. “Something like that.”

 

plaidnights1400

Sales Links: Torquere Books   Amazon

 

Rafflecopter Prize: E-copy of ‘Plaid Nights’
a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25822224-plaid-nights-anthology?ac=1

 

Tour Dates & Stops: July 14, 2015

Parker Williams, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Bayou Book Junkie, The Hat Party, Inked Rainbow Reads, My Fiction Nook, Havan Fellows, Hearts on Fire, Jessie G. Books, Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, Two Chicks Obsessed With Books and Eye Candy, BFD Book Blog, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Bike Book Reviews, Kimi-Chan, Iyana Jenna, Dawn’s Reading Nook, VS Reads, Happily Ever Chapter, Charley Descoteaux, MM Good Book Reviews, Velvet Panic, Molly Lolly, Boy Meets Boy Reviews

Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: BSClay

9-w-cursive-300x300