 My Rainbow Snippet is from Whiskey and Moonshine.  Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Gwen grumbled, “They’re still folded neatly, just the way they came out of the packages.” “But I don’t….” Colt stopped and turned beet red. “What if you have a gentleman caller? You can’t open the door in your underwear,” Gwen chided. “Or nothing at all.” “Ha, ha,” Mal leaned in and teased. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Apparently I have to change clothes.” I like the idea of nothing at all. Colt snickered but didn’t further comment. Check out more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Whiskey and Moonshine is available in paperback, eBook
and in Kindle Unlimited.  My first line this week is from Marked Yours, book 1 of Sentries. Nick tucked the last of his possessions into a leather bag. Marked Yours is available in eBook and paperback. The Sentries series is also available in a box set.
 My teaser this week is from Quarry, book 2 of The Vampire Guard. No fingerprints and no DNA ever found, at least that we could use. Nothing but a few drops of whiskey,” Lucas added. “It’s why I asked if there was a way to know what was in the whiskey glass in the videos.” “That was one piece of information never released to anyone other than those directly involved with the investigations.” Forge let go of Blair and leaned back in his chair, then poured another glass of beer. “It was one way of weeding out copycats. A common practice among police everywhere.” “No respectable thief would be inebriated during a heist. They’d be a fool to try,” Declan said. “Enough was missing out of each bottle to definitely give someone at least a buzz.” Forge tipped his glass at them. “Provided it was someone who could be affected by alcohol.” “So, as we suspected back then, our someone is a vampire. Or at least the thief is. There were always several people involved it seemed. Like now. Some of them ended up dead. There were others besides security guards; there were building maintenance and other workers who died.” “It looks like whoever this vampire is, they don’t keep accomplices long.” Blair snorted. “So much for honor among thieves.” He glanced at Declan and felt a stab of regret. Declan was a very honorable man. “Excluding you, of course. You’re not like that.” Quarry is available in eBook, paperback and in Kindle Unlimited.
⚡⚡eBook Sale! $1.99 or read in KU!⚡⚡ Four members of The Vampire Guard—Forge, Blair, Declan, and Lucas—face a dangerous and elusive enemy. And this time, it’s personal.  “Seriously, we all worked on a case back then and didn’t know it?” Blair exclaimed. “I was a real ass to my dad at the time, and he still handed me a project to modify that device for you to use to catch the electric faeries.” He looked down and picked at some invisible flaw in the tabletop. “It changed things between us for the better. I never knew what he was working on before then. He started giving me little projects to do for him, and that’s when I quit screwing around and started working hard in college.” Forge reached over and rubbed his shoulders. “Your father talked about you a lot. He was proud of you.” “Thanks,” Blair said softly. Forge discreetly put one hand under the table and took Blair’s, threading their fingers together. Blair smiled at him and squeezed his hand. The simple gesture immediately made Blair feel better. He’d finally gotten to the point where hearing about his father from someone else’s perspective didn’t cause pain, but comfort. “My painting was a classic,” Declan grumbled. “Your painting gave me nightmares,” Forge grouched. “I’d forgotten about the Forge and Coate thing. It was all we heard at the station for the first few years. Most everyone liked Lucas right away. He was so ambitious about every case.” Lucas sighed dramatically. “It was Coate and Forge.” Read more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.  Quarry is available in paperback, eBook and in Kindle Unlimited.
Michele Notaro has a new MM urban fantasy out: The Scars that Bind Us. And there's a giveaway! Sometimes the worst scars are the ones you can’t see. Growing up in the magi compound was far from easy. I didn’t think I’d ever get out of that horrid place, but eighteen years ago, my world changed. I was allowed freedoms I’d never had before, although, even today, I was still at the Non-Human Specialties Operations’ beck and call. Which is how I find myself on a team with my best friend, five shifters, and a human. Now, I have to figure out a way to work with others—with shifters. I’ve never been one to trust easily, and I don’t see that changing, but this shifter pride has a way of getting past my walls. Unfortunately, all that means is now I have even more people I need to protect against the evils of this world, and I really don’t know how I’m gonna do it. All three species have been at odds for more than a century, but maybe Cosmo—a lion shifter—and I can put aside our differences to work together and keep everyone safe. And if I’m secretly crushing on the guy, well, I think I’ll keep that to myself. The Scars That Bind Us is a 115K word novel and the first book in the MM urban fantasy series, The Magi Accounts. *Intended for adults only. Warnings: Violence, mentions of past abuse, hints of past sexual assault (nothing on-page), oppression of magi and shifters Publisher | Amazon US | Amazon UKAmazon CAN | Universal Buy Link Giveaway Michele is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47226/? Excerpt
“That sounds nice.” I hesitated, then added, “I’ve never been to a cookout before.” He froze. “What?” My brow furrowed. “Uh, I’ve never been to a cookout. It’s not like we had anything like that at the compound, and every mage I know who lives off-base is in an apartment.” I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal even though I knew it was. Cookouts were a normal thing for humans and shifters. I’d seen enough of them in movies and shows, and read enough about them, to know that I’d love to go to one someday. But that wasn’t really in the cards for me. “You’ve seriously never been to a cookout? Not even once?” “Uh, nope. Pretty sure I’d remember something like that.” A strangled sound came out of his throat before he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Madeo…” “What?” “I… Jesus, I don’t even know what to say to that. I’ll have to have a cookout and invite you, Jude, and Logan.” My eyebrows rose. “Really?” Despite myself, a strange flutter of hopefulness flitted around my chest. Which was stupid. People said things like that all the time. It didn’t mean they’d follow through. Cos smiled softly and shoulder-bumped me. “Yeah, cat lover, really.” I smiled up at him before entering the sandwich shop. I knew what I wanted, so I ordered, then gestured to Cos, saying, “What do you want?” He was staring at the menu as he ordered a shit-ton of food. When he finished, paid—even though I’d tried to pay for both—and we sat down to wait, I asked, “Are you trying to feed your entire pride?” He snorted. “No. I’ll finish it all.” My eyes widened. “How? You’re a big guy, but you have like zero fat on you, and I’ve never seen you eat that much.” “You’re asking me that? You’re a mage, and you just ordered an extra sandwich for yourself and a bucket of fries that I have no doubt you’ll finish off.” “I like to save half of the second sandwich for tomorrow.” He shook his head. “I have no idea where all this food goes on you. But for me, it takes a lot of energy, burns a ton of calories, to shift, and since I shift at least once a day, I eat a lot. I shifted a couple times yesterday and already once this morning, so I need the calories.” “Gotcha. That makes sense. I wonder if my magic burns up some of the calories I eat?” I shrugged. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” He grinned. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” “This is literally the only thing I have to do all day. I’m wide open. Except I don’t want to stray too far from Jude.” He nodded. “Can I ask you a couple questions about your bond with him?” “Uh, sure.” “Can you feel him all the time? Even when you’re far away from each other?” “Yes. He’s my focus, so we’d be able to find each other anyway, but it’s more than that, too. We’ve been bonded since I was three days old, so it’s completely normal to me to, uh, carry someone else in my chest.” I patted my chest where my heart was. “It’s like I can feel his heart beating right beside mine. And if he has a strong emotion, I feel it there. It’s… kind of hard to explain.” “That was a pretty good explanation.” I grinned. “If you say so.” “I do.” He scratched his cheek. “Are you and Jude… involved in any other way?” I stared at him for a few seconds, not understanding the question at first. But then I got it, and my eyes widened in horror. “Ew. Are you fucking serious? That’s… that’s… ew. No. Not even a little bit. Not ever. He’s my dyad. He’s the other half of me, and I… I wouldn’t want to date myself, right? Goddess.” He laughed. “Okay, okay. Sorry. I didn’t realize.” “So fucking gross.” “Okay, so you two aren’t romantically involved. Good to know.” “No, we’re not. Fucking duh.” He snorted. “Alright, you don’t have to be an ass about it.” “Pretty sure you already know I’m always an ass.” With a grin, he reached across the table to flick my hand. I snatched it away. “Not cool, jerkhole.” He snorted again, then gestured to the counter. “Looks like our food’s ready. I’ll go grab it.” “Thanks.” I watched him walk to grab the two trays of food—no way would it all fit on one—and my eyes accidentally-on-purpose strayed down to his ass. It was a good ass. Like the rest of him, it was muscled and firm. Round. Bitable. Thinking about biting his glorious buttcheek made me hum in appreciation out loud. And of course, Cos chose that moment to turn around. I didn’t even get the chance to look away and pretend I wasn’t ogling him before he caught me. He had a huge grin on his smug face when he sat down and passed me my food. We started eating in companionable silence, and I thought he was going to let me get away with it without saying anything. But then he opened his mouth and said all casual-like, “So you’re an ass man, huh?” I almost spit out my food. “What? No. Nope.” “Uh-huh. Real convincing, cat lover.” I glared. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, kitty cat.” He just grinned that smug grin at me. Author Bio
Michele is married to an awesome guy that puts up with her and all the burnt dinners she makes—hey, sometimes characters are a bit distracting, and who doesn’t plot when they’re supposed to be cooking? They live together in Baltimore, Maryland with two little monsters, three-legged and four-legged fiends, and a little old man (aka their two sons, their two cats, and their senior dog). She hopes to rescue another cat soon, and if her hubby wouldn’t kill her, she’d get more than one… and maybe a few more dogs as well. She loves creating worlds filled with lots of love, chosen family, and of course, magic, but she also likes making the characters fight for that happy ending. She hopes to one day write all the stories in her head—even if there are too many to count! Author Website: https://michelenotaro.com/ Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100013432570194 Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/author.notaro/ Author Instagram: https://instagram.com/michelenotaro.author Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16187122.Michele_Notaro Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/michelenotaro 
By the time they reached New Colorado City, dark was just skimming across the horizon. Nick had become restless, tossing and moaning with every turn of the wagon. After bypassing his apartment building, Todd continued a few miles more to the home of a doctor, who’d treated him and other sentries in the past. Todd stopped the wagon in front of the doctor’s house and grabbed the larger branding iron. He was through the gate and bounding up the steps in less than a minute. “Be home, be home,” he chanted as he pounded against the door. Next to it hung a sign reading “Warren Oberon, MD.” The sound of footsteps and the face of Oberon in the door nearly made Todd collapse with relief. “Ruger, what—” The man jerked away when Todd shoved his foot against the door and shook the iron in his face. “They used this. They branded him with this! They held him down and forced a kid that had nothing but water to drink his entire life to drink half a bottle of their moonshine, and then they tied him down and used this on him!” Todd shook the branding iron again.  Marked Yours is available in ebook and paperback. The entire series is available in an eBook box set. Marked Yours Sentries Box Set
Laura Navarre has a new erotic MM sci-fi romance coming out in April - Anticipated Angel (Prequel to the Astral Heat Romance) - and we have the cover reveal. And there's a giveaway! On an alien world that crucifies men for prohibited desires, two boyhood best friends risk the ultimate punishment to explore a forbidden passion. Nero: He’s the most intimidating guy at our intergalactic next-gen leaders’ camp, and his psycho galactic tyrant of a dad has a crucifixion fetish. Our two races are deadly enemies, but Dex was my boyhood best friend. Suddenly this summer, he’s all grown up—and suddenly he can’t seem to stop staring at me. I don’t know whether to be afraid that it’s all a figment of my telepathic imagination…or that every dangerous desire we’re forbidden to acknowledge is searingly real. Dex: I’m one combat-to-the-death away from the imperial command I’ve devoted my life to achieve. All I need to do is keep my dick in my pants. Besides, Ben Nero’s my oathsworn brother. Not to mention the most gorgeous, most maddeningly unattainable, most sought-after guy at leaders' camp. There’s no way he’d ever look twice at a buttoned-tight, hyper-competitive, compulsive overachiever like me. Until the night I blundered in on Nero in the shower. Which was a total catastrophic mistake. Because now I’ve seen what he looks like naked…now I’ve heard the way he sounds when he’s moaning my name…how in blazes do I keep him at arms’ length? Because my father crucifies men for loving men. Which means letting Ben Nero in close, the way I’m burning to do, means risking the ultimate punishment. For both of us. Anticipated Angel is a steamy, angsty, friends-to-lovers MM new adult sci fi romance novella and the standalone prequel to the award-winning Astral Heat Romance Series. Amazon | Universal Buy LinkAbout the Series: The Astral Heat Romance Series is a steamy, angsty, enemies-to-lovers MMMF poly sci fi action romance series with M/M. Perfect for fans of Tymber Dalton, Kathryn Moon, Ariana Nash, and Pippa DaCosta. Here’s what early reviewers are saying about this category bestselling LGBTQ+ sci fi erotic romance series: “Fast-paced, erotic, and brutal.” – Library Journal “Intense and incendiary! This is hot stuff not for the faint of heart.” – Viragos Reading Odyssey “This book just grabs and doesn’t let go….One of the steamiest books I’ve ever read.” – Amazon reviewer “Astronomically out of this world action suspense drama, topped off with XXX sizzle! …Hang on to your space helmet, this is one wild ride!” – Goodreads reviewer “This swashbuckling reverse harem Roman Empire in space saga turns up the heat to incendiary…a pulse racing read…Fabulous fun! I loved it!” – Alicia on Amazon and Goodreads This award-winning series has notched contest wins in the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal On the Far Side Contest (speculative romance) and the 2021 Chesapeake Romance Writers’ Rudy Contest (erotic romance). The Astral Heat Romance Series contains explicit M/M, M/F, and MMMF encounters. Giveaway Laura is giving away a $25 Amazon gift card with this reveal: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47225/? Excerpt
Still damp and dripping under the tunic and breeches he’d dragged over his desperately aroused body, breathless and panting from pounding through the jungle after his frenzied best friend, Ben Nero stood on the step outside Dex’s dormitory cabin and glared at the locked door. Dex never locked his door. They’d been coming and going from each other’s dorms day and night for three summers straight. Sure, Dex was arrogant, aggressive, pigheaded, surly, introverted, hypercompetitive, a compulsive overachiever. The golden boy at leaders’ camp. In other words, a typical Mogadon. Nero had hated him on sight. Until everything changed. Since the night Dex waded into battle to defend him, Nero had been secretly crushing on the guy. Now—this summer—their final summer when they both gained their majority and left leaders’ camp behind forever, the sexual dynamic between them had torqued so much tighter. Their unspoken chemistry had condensed into an alchemical compound so volatile it was practically pyrophoric. With Dex grown into something between a deadly predator and a tawny god, Nero knew his secret summer crush stood in acute danger of developing into a connection fathoms deeper. And far more lethal to his guarded heart. But given Dex’s inherited battery of hang-ups and all that sexual baggage his best friend was carting around, the state of his heart was one secret Nero fully intended to keep. Until tonight. Cat’s out of the cave now. Of all the possible, gods-cursed times for Dex to show up for a late-night shower… For at least the twentieth time, he cursed his own rotten timing. Wryly he admitted the inferno of heat glowing in his chest and scorching his face had less to do with exertion than sheer embarrassment. No use pretending it didn’t happen. Dex has been pushing me away all summer. What he just saw me doing while I moaned his name will probably finish the job and end our friendship for good. Especially with their rival planets poised on the brink of war. Nero huffed out a breath harsh with frustration. The next time I encounter Dex Draven after summer camp will probably be in deep space at the wrong end of a solar cannon. Grimly Nero jabbed a finger at the entry button—for the third farking time. The chime caroled away like his whole world wasn’t imploding around him. Beyond that door, his psychic senses whispered, Dex was pacing his cabin’s spartan confines, wearing a path in the silica floor. Staring at his own locked door, heart slamming against his sternum like a meteor bombardment. If he didn’t open it…if he didn’t answer… Nero shoved a mental barrier between them to give the guy a little privacy as a basic matter of telepath ethics. Same way he’d been doing all summer. Fighting like hell to do the decent thing and respect his best friend’s boundaries and stay out of his head. Now he scowled at the stubborn silence but held tight to his temper. “Dex?” He pitched his voice to carry. “Let me in. We need to talk. Anyway, you, uh, left your blaster in the shower house.” The silence stretched between them. A silence tighter than a pressurized airlock, shredded by the shrill scream of a hunting panther. Intuition told him the critter was on the prowl, hunting for blood and savage with hunger. If the cat tracked him to Dex’s doorstep, Nero would have to defend himself. Not with Dex’s blaster, which he’d buckled around his own hips, but with the psi fire he was learning to channel as he honed his rapidly expanding arsenal of psychic powers. Doggedly he pounded on the door. “Come on, Dex. I know you’re in there. I could feel you fulminating halfway down the path. Open up.” “No bloody talking. I’m not in the mood.” Dex’s muffled voice sounded surly. And more than a little desperate. “For gods’ sake, Ben, it’s after midnight. Go away.” Nero squared his shoulders and hardened his voice. “Open this door or I’ll open it for you.” Violet sparks flared at his fingertips. Fiercely he reeled in the billowing surge of psi fire sizzling through his channels before he lost control and blew Dex’s door through the opposite wall. Tonight he wanted to talk to Dex, not fight him. And a full-out assault would only trigger all those primitive Mogadon instincts Dex was always striving to suppress. Apparently some god with a fondness for bisexual adolescent telepaths decided to take pity on Nero’s awkward dilemma and whisper a word of reason in Dex’s ear. With a chirp, the maglock released and the door swung wide. “Finally.” Pushing out a breath, Nero strode into the moonlit darkness. “What the hells, Dex…” His words stuttered to a stop. In the narrow confines of the shadowy cabin whose angles and corners he knew by heart, Dex stood silhouetted against the viewport. Wearing nothing but an insubstantial pair of sleeping trousers that clung to his supple hips and spectacular ass. The light of Paragon’s three moons limned his broad shoulders and corded back and bulging triceps in a way that made Nero burn to sink his teeth in and just nibble his way down the guy’s body. Starlight flamed in Dex’s cropped golden hair and caressed the sun-bronzed skin Nero longed to trace with his tongue. Nero sucked in a hit of oxygen to clear his damn head and felt his senses spin. He was already half-drunk on lotus pollen, a seductive sweetness like spicy sugar tickling the back of his throat. Now his head was reeling with the potent kick of Dex’s scent—that heady whiff of pheromones Mogadon males exuded that telegraphed aggression, territoriality, or arousal. Nero ached to know which of those stimuli was driving Dex tonight. Ferociously he fought back the temptation to shove aside his inconvenient ethics, peek inside Dex’s brain, and find out for himself. And screw his farking ethics and screw his best friend’s privacy. Author Bio
A long time ago in a galaxy far away, Laura Navarre was an award-winning dark historical romance author for Harlequin, while her diabolical twin Nikki Navarre wrote sexy spy romance. In a daring bid to escape a global pandemic, armed only with an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction and a professional background in weapons of mass destruction, Laura voyaged through a wormhole to an alternate universe where she crafts turbocharged, epic, hyper-erotic poly science fiction romance starring three sexy bi heroes, one seriously kickass heroine, and plenty of sizzling outer space action. Interstellar Angel is a steamy, angsty, enemies-to-lovers MMMF poly sci fi action romance and your gateway to the Astral Heat universe, where Star Wars meets 50 Shades by way of The Hunger Games. Outer space adventure just got a whole lot hotter! Author Website: https://www.LauraNavarreSciFi.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.Facebook.com/LauraNavarreAuthor Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.Facebook.com/LauraNavarreInterstellarRomance Author Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/LauraNavarre Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/LauraNavarreAuthor Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/LauraNavarre Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/laura-navarre/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Laura-Navarre/e/B004NG6CTK/
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