Now you can listen to For the Long Run! What if your life was a lie? From the outside Jay’s life seems idyllic, a twenty-something, runs his family’s business with high disposable income and freedom. The reality, is Jay’s life is dictated by a bigoted, controlling, abusive father who insists Jay simply can’t be gay. Jay yearns for his own life with a dominant man, but it’s an out-of-reach pipe dream. When he meets trained Dom, Eric, the most Jay can hope for is the occasional one-night-stand or quick fling. Eric has his heart set on Jay, and not only for more than one night. Jay is the type of sub Eric could easily spend the rest of his life with, fall in love with. While trying to navigate winning Jay’s love, Eric’s life is further complicated by chasing down a killer who may be something other than human. When Jay is targeted, Eric wants only to protect him. Can he save Jay’s life and win his heart as well? For the Long Run is available in eBook, Audiobook and paperback across the book-buying universe! BLOG TOUR ![]() Book Title: Search for Complete Author and Publisher: Stephen G Hardy Cover Artist: Ryan Mulford Release Date: June 4, 2023 Genres: LGBTQ+ fiction, Not a romance per se Tropes: Speculative fiction inspired by a Greek Myth Themes: Interpersonal relationships, sexuality, and gender norms Heat Rating: 1 flame Length: 81 320 words/350 pages It is the first in a series of at least 3 books and does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited ![]() Blurb “Why do I get the feeling that Christopher is the type of man that would make the perfect husband for any woman and, at the same time, the perfect wife for any man?” Laura says shortly after Christopher begins his new job at the TV station. Laura’s statement would turn out to hold more truth than she could imagine. No one who meets Christopher, especially not Laura, as well as David, a gay man he meets at a party, understands what it is about him that draws them to him. They also don’t realize that Christopher is searching for something, a search complicated by their desires for him. Excerpt I began to question accepting Laura’s invitation when I heard the noise coming from the backyard as we approached the house. I disliked crowds, and it sounded like an immense crowd was on the other side of the gate. People were everywhere—seated on lounge chairs scattered around the patio or at the rectangular dining table or milling about in various groups—talking loudly over the blaring music. Laura’s voice broke through the noise. “I don’t see Peter anywhere. He might be inside. Shall we find him?” “By all means. I would feel uncomfortable attending his party without meeting him.” I followed Laura into the house. As we passed through the living room, my eyes fell on a few framed photos of a handsome couple on the wall. In the kitchen, a solitary male figure was removing a tray of croissants from the oven. “Hello, Peter.” As he turned around, I recognized Peter as one of the men in the photos. Tall and slender, with dark hair and a mustache waxed into handlebars, there was a dapperness to him that I found pleasing. “Hey, Laura. Lovely to see you!” After setting the hot tray down, Peter hugged her. “Peter, I want you to meet Christopher. He just moved here from Seattle and works with me at the station.” “How do you do, Peter?“ Having grown used to the reaction my presence caused, I smiled patiently as Peter, unable to speak right away, shook my offered hand. “I hope you do not mind my crashing your party. Laura assured me that you would not object to her bringing me.” “No, of course, I don’t mind.” The words tumbled out one on top of the other. “Is there anything we can do to assist you?” “No, I have it all under control, thanks. Please help yourself to the food and drinks out on the patio.” “We will. Thanks,” Laura said, taking my arm and steering me back through the living room. “Peter is very nice,” I commented as we stepped through the doors and headed towards the drinks table. “Can I make you something?” “A mimosa, thanks. Yes, Peter’s a sweetie.” We stood sipping our drinks as I scanned the crowd of mostly men, a mix of young and old, before Laura took me around, introducing me to the people she knew. I instinctively searched their eyes for the essence of another while ignoring Laura’s scrutinizing gaze. Laura needed to use the bathroom, so she left me standing under the large Ficus tree where we had sought shade from the sun. Within minutes of her departure, I was surrounded by a large group of people vying for my attention. Carrying on multiple conversations was challenging, but I did my best to make each person feel they had my full attention. He caught my attention on the periphery of my vision: tall and well-built, resembling the small statue of the god Mars that sat on the table in Joseph’s shop. Our eyes met, and I felt my heart skip a beat, seeing something flash in his eyes. Smiling hopefully, I extended my hand to him. “Hello, my name is Christopher Dunn.” As he shook my hand, I took the opportunity to search his golden-brown eyes. My initial hope turned to disappointment, for while something was there, it was not another’s essence. Though disappointed, I was intrigued. “Davidmartelli.” He slurred the two names into one in his haste to get the words out. As I gazed into his eyes, the feeling of a purpose to our meeting appeared—first Laura and now David. “It is a pleasure to meet you, David Martelli,” I said, saying his name distinctly. David blushed attractively, causing a twinge in my heart. “Can I get you a drink?” He looked so crestfallen when I held up my cup that I was tempted to down my drink and ask him for another. “Oh, you have one.” “I do, but I appreciate you asking.” I gave him a smile to back up my words. It was apparent that David was struggling to find something to say, the frustration evident in his handsome features. I wanted to get him away from the people surrounding us and talk to him alone, but I did not see how I could do so without offending everyone else. Conscious of the eyes watching us, David blushed again and backed away. For some reason, I knew that this behavior was out of character for him. Watching him walk away, I hoped we would meet again as I wanted to discover what I saw in his eyes. About the Author Stephen Hardy was born in the San Francisco Bay Area but grew up in the Pacific Northwest. His career as a fashion designer took him back to San Francisco before he headed to New York City, where he met his husband of twenty years. Tiring of the hectic pace of the fashion industry, Stephen gave up his career to become a stay-at-home dad for his and his husband’s two adopted sons and a quiet life in Connecticut. Now residing in Phoenix, Arizona, and with the kids grown, Stephen returned to university, where he rediscovered his love for writing. His focus is on contemporary fiction, examining social issues regarding gender, sexuality, and relationships. Search for Complete is his first novel, and a sequel is expected in early 2024. Author Links Blog/Website | Facebook | Instagram ![]() ![]() This week's snippet is from Electric Candle, book 2 of The Sleepless City. (Series written with Anne Barwell). Blair watched as Forge patted himself down, eventually pulled out his wallet, and handed over a credit card. He realized Ben was watching him watch Forge. Twisting in the booth, he quickly looked down at the table. Ben reached across the table and slapped Blair’s forearm. “Told you. Forge might be big and can seem sort of scary, but he’s really nothing but a teddy bear.” “Yeah, one with huge, sharp fangs,” Blair grumbled. Ben laughed. He looked up when Forge rejoined them. Jealousy stabbed at Blair’s gut, and he had no idea why. Ben seemed completely smitten with Simon, and Blair was sure Forge had ladies lined up for blocks wanting a date with him, if he hadn’t already settled in with one. Seeing Forge’s physical reaction around Blair gave him the second thought that maybe ladies weren’t what interested Forge. He hated that he wasn’t concentrating as he normally could. Yet he couldn’t shake how he felt seeing Forge with Ben. They seemed to have such a nice, easy, relaxed friendship. 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and through Kindle Unlimited. ![]() Karenna Colcroft has a new MM paranormal romance out, Real Werewolves Don't Eat Meat book 4: Try the Tofu. And there's a giveaway. As Alpha Tobias Rogan and his mate Kyle Slidell prepare to travel to the regional Alpha gathering, Tobias receives a threatening phone call. If he brings his mate to the gathering, Kyle will not return to Boston. But stubborn Kyle, believing the threat is actually against Tobias, refuses to stay home. Tobias's foreboding is proven correct when a visiting stranger challenges Zane Wolfskin, Arkhon of the Northeast Region, to a fight for rank--and wins. Tobias and his allies learn that the challenge was part of a larger plan to destroy their region, something Tobias will not allow. To prevent disaster, Tobias must challenge the new Arkhon himself. But can he survive the attempt? Warnings: reference to past sexual abuse and trauma, PTSD, violence About the Series: Kyle Slidell didn't move to Boston expecting to be changed into a werewolf. But that's what happened. He can't control whether he shifts at the full moon, but he can damn sure continue being vegan--even in wolf form. Tobias Rogan, Alpha of Boston North Pack, never expected to fall in love with anyone, let alone a man. A male Alpha is not supposed to have a male partner. But when he meets Kyle, he's immediately attracted. And after Kyle is changed, Tobias realizes the truth: Kyle is not only his partner, but his mate. The werewolf world isn't a simple place, and Kyle and Tobias are thrown into the middle of conflict within and among the packs of the United States--a conflict that extends all the way to the top of the werewolf hierarchy. Can they and their love survive what they face? Get It On AmazonGiveaway Karenna is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47290/? Excerpt I entered our room and closed the door. Kyle flopped down on the bed again. “Sleep.” “Food,” I said. “Plus our bags will be here any second, so you wouldn’t be able to get much sleep.” I sat on the bed beside him. “What you said earlier.” “Yeah.” He sat up and took my hand. “I love you. Things have been rough as hell on both of us the past few months, and sometimes it’s hard not to think that they’ve been rough because of us. But we didn’t make bad things happen, and I wouldn’t have gotten through everything if it hadn’t been for you. I don’t want to lose you.” “I love you too.” My heart melted. No matter how much I wanted to shut him out, I didn’t know whether I would ever actually be able to do it. We had been through hell, no question, with all the times I’d almost lost him, not to mention my own brush with death. But we’d faced it together. He’d brought back a part of me I hadn’t even realized existed, let alone missed, until he made me aware of how long I’d lived without it. That didn’t mean I was ready to let go of the idea that we might be better off apart. A lot would depend on what happened over the next several days. I couldn’t stand the prospect of him being in danger, and if things went as badly as they had the last time we’d come to Zane’s, I would have some serious decisions to make. “Tobias, don’t,” he said softly. “Please don’t think about the bad things. We’re here together in our honeymoon suite.” He chuckled. “Zane put us here for a reason, you know. I don’t know if you’ve talked to him about us or if he just figured something out the way he seems to do, but he had an ulterior motive for giving us this room.” “Yeah, he probably did.” I had to smile at that. Zane was not only tolerant of one of his alphas having a male mate, he wholeheartedly supported the idea. In September, he’d treated Kyle and me the same as any other mated pair, and that meant more than I could express. Just as some werewolves were stuck in the past when it came to the idea of a woman being in charge, some were mired in prejudice and hatred of those who were “different.” Pretty ironic considering that werewolves were different by definition. But for Zane, Kyle and I weren’t different. He wouldn’t accept any hatred toward us from any other attendees of the gathering, and if he suspected Kyle and I were having problems, it wouldn’t be surprising for him to try to fix them. “There’s going to be a lot going on.” Kyle moved closer against me. “I know you’ll be busy with all the meetings and things, and I know you have a lot on your mind. But please, Tobias, while we’re here, let’s try to spend some time on us. I want things to be good again.” “Yeah, me too.” I put my arm around him and held him tightly. My mate. My lover. The man who had changed my life for the better, bringing me so many good things I’d been missing without even realizing it. I loved him, even if things weren’t great between us right then. He was right to have insisted on coming with me. We could spend time together and try to make things better. Back in Boston, I had to attend to the pack’s needs. Here, even though I would have to sit in meetings that dealt with anything from changes in protocol to sorting out which pack had the right to hunt deer near the Kancamagus Highway in New Hampshire, I didn’t have to be in charge, and that meant I might have time to actually talk to Kyle. And to listen. We both turned at the same time and our mouths were together before we had time to think. His tongue touched my lips, and I opened to let him in. The kiss was both tender and rough and sent heat and arousal through to my core. Author Bio Karenna Colcroft lives just north of Boston, Massachusetts, and has been in love with the city since childhood, though she has yet to encounter any werewolves, vampires, or other paranormal beings in her travels. At least none that she knows of. Though since in her non-writing life, under another name, she offers services as a channel and energy healing practitioner, it could be said that she herself is a paranormal being. The jury’s still out on that. Karenna is a polyamorous, nonbinary human who splits time between the home she shares with her husband and the one she shares with her committed partner. She also has two adult children and a bonus son, three grandchildren, and two and a half cats. (Half in terms of time the cat lives with her, not in terms of the cat itself…) Find out more about Karenna online at http://www.karennacolcroft.com or https://www.facebook.com/KarennaColcroft. You can also sign up to receive a free short story, and be added to Karenna’s mailing list, at https://karennacolcroft.com/get-your-free-short-story/. Author Website: https://karennacolcroft.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/kimramseywinkler/ Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/KarennaColcroft Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/karenna-colcroft/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Karenna-Colcroft/author/B0031HAOUK ![]() My teaser this week is from Run for the Roses, book 1 of Circles. A quick glance at the clock, and Val saw there was less than two hours before his alarm would be going off. “Yeah. Good thing the bad guys didn’t break in, ’cause I would barely be able to get off the couch.” Val heaved a sigh and stood up, rubbing his knees as he did so. He went to the kitchen and got something to drink, then moved the blinds aside, looking out the window as he did so. Leaning forward, he squinted into the dark. “Shit,” Val exhaled. He let the blind fall back into place. “You’re letting your imagination get to you.” He turned around and glanced through to the living room and his three dogs, still asleep in their respective spots. “You guys are no help,” Val said. He relaxed, however. The dogs were actually quite a bit of help and normally barked when anything got near the house. The gate to the small pasture was standing wide open. Val hadn’t seen anyone or anything, yet he knew for a fact that gate had been closed when he entered the house. Every day for all the years he lived in this house, he’d checked to make sure that gate was closed and latched. He’d replaced the latch twice, so he knew it was always functional. Now that same gate stood open and swaying gently in the breeze. Val didn’t see anything else. It was too dark. It struck him then that the light mounted over the barn door, the motion sensor light, wasn’t shining. Every time that gate opened at night, the light went on. He tried to remember when the last time was he changed the bulb. Val moved from window to window, standing to the side of each and carefully looking outside. He didn’t see anyone. Nothing looked out of place around the barn, at least not that he could see from the house. The door looked as if it was still closed. Grabbing the baseball bat he kept handy, Val whistled once. “Come on,” he said to the dogs and opened the door. “Hope whoever this is hasn’t switched to guns,” he muttered and stepped out of the house. After locking and double-checking the door, with the bat firmly in hand, Val jogged to the barn. He confirmed that the door was indeed shut, and opened it slowly. Inside the barn all was as it should be, other than Sig’s disgruntled expression, no doubt from being woken up. The horse was fine, the barn was fine, and Val’s dogs sniffed around casually, giving no clue there was anything around that shouldn’t be. Val went back outside and looked up where the light should be attached. It was no longer attached to the building, but had been yanked off and was lying on the ground. He started back to his house, stopping dead in his tracks after a few steps. “How the hell did I miss this?” Val whispered. Run for the Roses is available in eBook, paperback and in Kobo Plus. Get an exta 25% off at Smashwords.
![]() KC Burn has a new MM Paranormal book out (gay, bi): West on Grainger. And there's a giveaway. Is Sandy Bottom Bay truly full of ghosts? Wendell Weston is in a slump. Paranormal stories are his life. His income. His sole focus for as long as he can remember, not that he actually believes any of it is real. His obsession has complicated his love life, but for the most part, he hasn’t minded. But now his muse has gone quiet. In search of inspiration, he flies across the country to the purportedly haunted bed and breakfast, just before Haunt Fest. Soured on romance by the cynicism and superficiality of the Hollywood actors he works with, he’s not expecting a chance encounter with an attractive man to go anywhere. But Kyle Grainger isn’t just a pretty face. He also hosts local ghost walks. The closest thing to an expert Wendell has encountered, and with any luck, Kyle will lead him to a spectral encounter. Before long, Wendell realizes he wants to follow Kyle anywhere, ghost or not. As a true skeptic, Wendell doesn’t believe he’ll see a ghost for real, but he’s going to have fun trying. Especially with Kyle. One of the many local legends will surely trigger his muse, but in the meantime, getting to know a sweet, mesmerizing man would make the trip worthwhile. Wouldn’t it be amazing to encounter a ghost? That’s what Kyle thinks every time he hosts another ghost walk in Sandy Bottom Bay. Not once in hundreds of tours has he seen one, but he remains hopeful. Kyle hasn’t had a lot of amazing in his life. After an injury in college, he had to pivot on his life’s dream. He’s content, more or less, professionally. His romantic dry spell, on the other hand, could turn the Everglades into the Sahara. Wendell is an unexpected pleasure, one Kyle hopes is more than a Haunt Fest hookup. What if the ghost isn’t harmless? After one of the other guests at the local bed and breakfast dies suddenly, Wendell and Kyle experience a number of odd occurrences that suggest Kyle might be more sensitive to spirits than either of them imagined. If Wendell can’t shake his skepticism about the paranormal, Kyle’s sanity and even his life could be the price they pay. Warnings: self harm (appears off page), references to murder Universal Buy LinkGiveaway KC is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47288/? Excerpt A crash broke the silence, shattering the sense that they were alone in the world together. In unison, they both stood up, Wendell’s heart pounding as he strained to listen. “Did someone fall? Should I call the police or an ambulance?” He couldn’t hear any cries of pain or pleas for help. Kyle darted his gaze around. “It sounded more like something fell? Not heavy enough for a person, I don’t think.” True. And maybe not thump-y enough to be a body hitting the ground. But better safe than sorry. “I need to check this out”. “I’ll come with you.” Wendell smiled gratefully at Kyle. He’d much rather not be alone if there was an emergency. He snatched up his phone and keyring, then led Kyle into the lobby. “Where do you think it came from? Upstairs?” Kyle shrugged. “Maybe. But it sounded closer than that. I think.” He hoped he wouldn’t have to start knocking on doors. Like Kyle said, it didn’t sound loud enough to be a human body, but if someone was hurt in their suite, well, he had a responsibility for that, didn’t he? They peeked into the tea room and the main dining room, both of which were dim and obviously empty. Wendell flicked on lights but that only confirmed that the rooms were empty and undisturbed, ready to serve guests tomorrow first thing. “Library’s next.” Then the game room. Then opening unoccupied rooms. Not long before he’d have to figure out if he had to start knocking on doors. Pretty much the last thing he wanted to do. Kyle nodded, and gestured for Wendell to proceed. Wendell flicked a switch by the door and various tabletop lamps flickered to life, filling the room with a serene yellow glow. This particular room had no windows—the one existing window had been blocked up at some point to accommodate the later addition of a fireplace—and as such, always required lighting. Wendell strode into the room, almost at the far wall, when he spotted it. “This must be it.” He turned back to Kyle, who hovered in the doorway. “Is something wrong?” An indecipherable expression crossed Kyle’s face, before he sucked in a breath and walked into the room. “Nothing’s wrong.” “Uh. Okay.” Something definitely was, but Wendell wasn’t about to poke his new friend about something sensitive. “Anyone else here?” Wendell called out. “Don’t say that,” Kyle said from just inside the doorway. “Why not?” Kyle rolled his eyes. “This town is full of ghosts. You don’t want to accidentally invite one in.” Wendell’s eyes widened. “For real?” “Eh. I don’t know. I’ve never seen a ghost, but Eddie—he’s a medium—and he says stuff like that all the time.” Wendell made a mental note to seek him out at some point during his stay. Interviewing a ‘real’ medium would be excellent research. Then Kyle approached close enough to see what Wendell had found. “What the hell happened here?” It looked like someone had swept an arm across an entire shelf of books, sweeping them to the floor, along with some sort of ceramic sculpture, which lay in shards on the floor amongst the haphazard pile of hardcover books. This had to be the source of the crashing sound they’d heard. Wendell frowned. “If we were back home, I’d assume we’d had an earthquake, and these books hadn’t been shelved securely or something. But you don’t get quakes out here, do you?” Kyle shrugged. “Not that I’ve ever heard of. I guess there’s a first time for everything, but wouldn’t we have felt an earthquake strong enough to dump books off their shelves? I’ve never been in an earthquake.” “Yeah, we definitely would have noticed that.” “Kids, then? A stupid prank?” Wendell chewed at his bottom lip. “Think there’s any way outsiders, like kids from the town, could easily get in here and do this? Although I have no idea why they would.” “The Lady isn’t exactly Fort Knox, but I also don’t see any reason why anyone, kids or not, would sneak in here to do this. And it’s not like there aren’t any security measures.” “Yeah, I know. So weird.” But it wasn’t a prison. Any number of employees, past and present, could have either gotten around the current security. Maybe it had been a localized weather phenomenon? And just like that, Wendell could believe it was a freak weather thing as a gust of chilly air swept across his neck. Kyle also rubbed his arms. “It’s cold in here.” One of the table lamps nearby flickered, then the bulb blew with a sharp pop. Kyle yelled, and clutched at his chest. Wendell flinched, then curled a lip at the shards of lightbulb glass that had been added to the mess on the floor. “Can you grab me a broom or something to clean this up? I’ll start putting the books back.” Within minutes, the mess had been cleared up but the vibe between him and Kyle was still weird. “You sure you’re okay?” Wendell asked as they returned to the lobby. The question got him a big sigh. “It’s stupid but I’ve never liked that room. I don’t know why.” “Haunted? The Orange Lady?” Wendell could not be that lucky. But Kyle snorted and rolled his eyes. “Not hardly. I don’t think there have ever been any sightings of her in the library. Besides, I’m sure I’m not sensitive to ghosts, or I would have seen one at least once during the many, many ghost tours I’ve done.” “And you don’t think hating a room for no good reason might be a haunting?” Kyle smirked, and Wendell smiled back, relieved to see Kyle’s good mood returning. “Nope. It’s probably something wonky in the proportion of the rooms and it’s messing with my equilibrium or something. Maybe asbestos.” “Asbestos?” That was the sort of horror story Wendell was not interested in living. Not a tiny bit. “Wouldn’t there have been inspections or something to correct that?” “I’m just kidding. But I wasn’t kidding when I said that room hadn’t been changed since the house was built.” “Original? That’s pretty cool, actually. What about the rest of the place?” “The guest rooms upstairs are mostly original too.” “I suppose so.” Nevertheless, the mental gears that Wendell had feared were rusted over for good had, well, they hadn’t started moving. Nothing as solid as a faint idea. But this simple discussion tweaked something in his mind. Like it was lubing his gears, or scrubbing away the rust. Preparing for work. Too soon for hope yet, but if he relaxed and let it happen, he might be able to coax his muse back. “And I guess you haven’t seen the Orange Lady, have you?” “Nope. But I haven’t been here overnight, either. She doesn’t show herself during the day, or so I’m told.” Kyle’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out of a tight pocket. “I have to get ready or I’m going to be late for my tour.” Kyle grabbed his bag and swanned into the employee bathroom. Shortly after, Kyle emerged wearing the same pirate-esque outfit he’d worn the previous night, except this time his eyeliner was thicker and more dramatic. Butterflies swooped and soared in Wendell’s belly. Kyle was just so beautiful. Too beautiful for a writer nerd like him. That didn’t stop those damned butterflies. Author Bio KC Burn is a Canadian transplanted to Florida who writes happy-ever-afters about men loving men, whether they’re psychics, space travelers, aliens, professors, construction workers, cops, amateur sleuths… you name it, she’ll probably write it. She’s got a pair of black cats, aka muses/nuisances, and a supportive, understanding hubby. Author Website: https://kcburn.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/authorkcburn Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/kcburn Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorkcburn/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/kcburn Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/kc-burn/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/K.C.-Burn/author/B0051QXRCQ ![]() At long last Wyatt’s plane landed. Val waited impatiently for Wyatt and couldn’t keep the silly grin off his face when Wyatt finally walked toward Val. Wyatt strode up to Val, took his hand and, holding it low by his hip, pulled Val close. “It’s good to see you,” Val said in a hushed voice. Wyatt urged Val forward and nodded at the exit. “Are you parked there?” “Yeah.” “Hmm, it’s going to be even better to feel you.” Wyatt gave Val’s hand another squeeze, then put his palm flat between Val’s shoulder blades for a few paces as they walked, before letting his hand drop to his side. “Is everything all right?” He asked as they approached Val’s truck. “It is now.” Wyatt chuckled. “I do like to hear that sort of greeting.” He tossed his bag into the bed of the truck and climbed in the passenger door. As he leaned forward to pull his jacket off, his foot shifted far enough that he hit the tire iron. Holding the iron up, Wyatt arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure everything is all right?” Val started the truck and guided it to the highway. Once they were on their way home, he sighed and moved his hands over the steering wheel a few times. “Last night when we were talking, remember my dogs were barking at something?” Read more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Run for the Roses is available in eBook, paperback and free to read in Kobo Plus. The entire month of July the English edition is on sale for only $2.99 with an extra 25% taken off at Smashwords. Check my Translations page for French and Spanish editions.
![]() Bix Barrow has a new MM contemporary romance out (gay, pan): Head Over Feels. And there's a giveaway. A luscious pet massage therapist, a gorgeous but grumpy ex-FBI agent, and glitter bombs gone deadly... Malcolm: I shouldn’t be jealous of my cat. I am, though. Her pet massage therapist (who knew that was even a thing?) is exactly my type. Smart, funny, and adorable with just the right amount of meat on his bones. But a guy like that deserves more than a grouchy forty-something ex-FBI agent with a broken body and a screwed-up brain. I’m shocked when he offers a no-strings night together, though I don’t think twice before I’m all in. I should’ve known better, because one night will never be enough. But before I can ask Felix for more, our awkward morning after turns explosive. And not in a good way Now I just have to keep Felix alive long enough to catch the bomber. And to capture Felix’s heart. Felix: What would happen if everyone you’d ever dated got together and plotted against you? For me, it’s glitter bombs. Lots and lots of glitter bombs. Okay, maybe I deserved the first one or two. Or three. But I’ve learned from my mistakes and I’m a better person now. I definitely don’t deserve the latest bomb—this one isn’t made of glitter. Now I’m in hiding with Malcolm, the smokin’ hot older client I just had a sizzling one-night stand with. Malcolm might be grumpy and prickly, but to me he’s also warm, caring, and romantic. My exes can’t hold a candle to him. But all that glitters is not gold. The bomber still wants me dead, and I’m pretty sure the police arrested the wrong guy. If Malcolm and I want our HEA, we have to identify the real culprit. I just hope it all doesn’t blow up in our faces. Head Over Feels is a low-angst MM contemporary romance. Come for the grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity (but there are two beds, sorry), hurt/comfort, and found family. Stay for the bombs (glitter and real), the 1985 Buick Riviera convertible, dreams coming true, atoning for past mistakes, game nights, a dead body, and an online date gone very, very, wrong. HEA guaranteed! Warnings: PTSD symptoms, bomb explosion, off-page murder, recount of dog euthanasia Amazon | QueeRomance Ink | GoodreadsGiveaway Bix is giving away a $25 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47289/? Excerpt (from Felix’s POV) I was still furious at Jaime’s holier-than-thou attitude about pet massage therapy. Where did he get off thinking he could judge me? At least I’d be helping animals and their owners. He built skyscrapers for rich jerks. If I winced a little thinking my ex-dates would have a very similar opinion about me if they found out I’d held them up for the world to laugh at, well, that was no one’s business but my own. Crap. Anger and guilt were fighting in my gut as I clomped up the stairs and down the hall, turning the corner to reach my apartment. A small box sat in front of my door. Usually the apartment complex sent an email when I had a package delivered, but maybe one of my neighbors had picked it up by mistake. I checked, and it was addressed to me. Someone is thinking about you was plastered across the outside of the box on colorful tape. Could it be from my grandma? Sometimes she sent cookies. I’d been planning to spend the rest of the night on the couch with a bottle of cheap vodka, but cookies would be a welcome addition to help drown my feelings. The night was looking up at last. After dumping my wallet and keys on the kitchen counter, I rooted around in my junk drawer for a pair of shears to open the package with. Inside the outer box was another box tied with curly multicolored ribbon. Thinking of you, said the sticker on the lid. Smiling, I lifted out the smaller box and tugged on the ribbon. The box burst open. I flinched back and yelled as a shower of glitter exploded all over the kitchen. And me. “Ugh!” I spat into the sink to get the glitter out of my mouth. I tried to wipe my face on my sleeve, but my shirt was covered in it too. Luckily I hadn’t gotten any in my eyes, but it was crusted on my eyelids and in my beard. I swiped at my head to get it out of my hair. The glitter rained down on the counter. Silver glitter. Gold glitter. Red, blue, green glitter. It covered the counter and the kitchen floor. I didn’t have to look to know it had spread over the opposite side of the counter onto the living room carpet. Freaking fantastic. I brushed my hands together to get the worst of it off, then I studied the remains of the box. A spring had powered the little explosion. I found a notecard underneath the glitter and pulled it out. One side of the card showed a drawing of a tree and proclaimed, Our glitter is non-toxic and biodegradable! On the other side someone had handwritten, This is the least you deserve. It wasn’t signed. I flashed to my ex-dates. Surely not. I mean, what were the odds they would’ve seen Felicia in the City, much less recognized themselves. Shaking my head, I set about washing the glitter off my hands, cleaning as much as I could from the counter and the floor, then running my ancient vacuum cleaner over the living room carpet. I couldn’t think of anyone I’d aggravated recently. Except Jaime, of course. Not to mention his boyfriend. But the timing wasn’t right. I snorted to myself. If anyone deserved a glitter bomb, it was Jaime. The kitchen was as clean as it was going to get, at least tonight. I went into the bathroom and stood in the tub to take my clothes off. Biodegradable meant it could go down the drain, right? Showering was a relief. The glitter had been starting to itch. After putting on a t-shirt and pajama pants, I flopped down on the couch. I was exhausted but too wired to sleep yet. Groaning, I heaved myself up again and trudged to the kitchen. After pouring myself a generous vodka with a hint of tonic, I shuffled back to the couch and sank into the cushions. With the kitchen light on, the carpet sparkled from embedded glitter. The vacuum hadn’t done much to get it out. I slugged back about a third of my vodka tonic, then I picked up my phone to text Cal. Me: My date was cheating on his boyfriend. And when I got home someone had sent me a glitter bomb. Little dots appeared almost immediately, so I sipped my drink somewhat more sedately while I waited. Cal: WTF, man? I hope u gave ur friend Cole shit about it. Do u know who sent the glitter bomb? Me: I did and no, no idea. The note said “This is the least you deserve” Cal: I hate to bring this up again, but how about those guys u dated who ended up on Felicia in the City? Me: Marcie changed their names, and the show’s set in a different town Cal: Well, I didn’t have anything to do last night, so I binged the first season. How many guys have model train tracks throughout their entire house and can’t sleep without it running? And how many guys show photos of their ex to their date and cry about him? Well, fuck. Trent, the train guy, would definitely recognize himself. Or his friends would. And if you saw the episode with the guy crying over photos of his ex—who was very much alive, mind you—you might remember the appetizer in question was calamari. Something Marcie had kept consistent with my real date, since she liked how I’d described it as crying in the calamari. I hadn’t considered it might be a clue for Xavier to recognize himself on the show. And none of the guys would have a hard time figuring out it was me who told their stories. Me: Crap, you might be right Cal: Well whichever of those guys did it, hopefully sending the glitter bomb got it out of their system Me: I hope so I rubbed my chest, frowning. Maybe letting Marcie pay me to use the stories from my dates hadn’t been the nicest thing I could’ve done. Crap. Author Bio When Bix Barrow got an idea for her first book, it ended up turning into her second — and thus the first two stories in the Bent Oak, Texas series emerged. An aspiring author for most of her life, it took a foray into the MM romance genre to spark the steamy scenes and blazing banter Bix now weaves into her novels. Accompanying her on her writing exploits are her two dogs and multitude of cats (seven at last count). An avid traveler, Bix has started to view her expeditions as interviews for her future home. Born and raised in Texas, she is eager to move somewhere with fewer politicians, hurricanes and flooding. Connect with Bix at www.bixbarrow.com Author Website: https://www.bixbarrow.com/ Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/bixbarrow Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/bixbarrow Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bixbarrow/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21740152.Bix_Barrow Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/bix-barrow/ Author Amazon: https://amazon.com/author/bixbarrow ![]() The entire Circles series, including the box set are now for sale wide. Run for the Roses and the Circles Box Set are 25%off at Smashwords. All these books are included in Kobo Plus. Blair made an entrance from the adjoining room. He held two ties up and asked Declan, “Which one?” “The dark green,” Declan said. “Why are you asking him?” Forge tried to sound offended, but apparently no one bought it. Declan rolled his eyes and Lucas snorted a laugh. 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