 Their dinner went by too fast, but Riece was inwardly congratulating himself for coming up with the idea for a walk later in the evening. Mason wasn’t a man who needed constant talk, and Riece always appreciated him for that. They could spend hours together, never really talk, and have a perfectly pleasant time. Riece simply liked being around Mason. “Are there wild animals in this area?” Riece asked as they walked back to their rooms. “The big game type?” “We’re out in the middle of wilderness Wyoming,” Mason said. He followed Riece into his room and leaned against the wall next to the door. “This area has quite a few that are indigenous, so, yes.” Riece retrieved his camera bag and checked a few things before slinging it over his shoulder. As an afterthought he grabbed a hoodie, one of the few things he’d hung up before going to Mason’s room earlier. “Do you think we’ll see any? Maybe I can get some good shots,” Riece said. He turned and smiled at Mason. Holding out one hand, Mason motioned to the camera bag. “Want me to hold that?” He took the bag’s strap before Riece could say anything and pulled it gently off his shoulder. Riece shrugged into the sweatshirt, and Mason adjusted the strap on his own shoulder and waved at the door. “Ready?” “I can carry that,” Riece said. Mason smiled. “I know. But this way you can concentrate on what pictures you want to take.” Riece suddenly felt a bit shy and flustered. This side of Mason popped out when he least expected it. A guy who was attentive and caring, Mason was also protective enough that Riece always felt secure in his presence. Mason pushed off the wall and took a step forward. He hooked a finger under Riece’s chin and tilted it up, bending to meet him as he did so. Mason pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Riece’s lips. As he had before, Riece almost immediately leaned flush against Mason. He was that sort of man, the type someone could easily lean upon. He let his body mold to Mason’s, their breathing syncing almost immediately. For most of his life, Riece had avoided physical contact with others. Mason was different. When he was around Mason, Riece looked forward to a kiss, a hug, and more, but rarely more than he could handle at any given time. Mason broke their kiss and backed away, pulling in a deep breath and sighing heavily. “I think if you want to take some photographs, we’d better stop now, or we’ll never leave this room.” His voice was deep and mellow and incredibly sexy. Riece nodded and stepped away far enough that Mason’s hand slipped from his waist. He zipped up his hoodie. “Guess we should go, then.” “Guess we should.”  Gone Away is available in paperback, eBook and through Kobo Plus.     Blair started to pull his hands apart, but stopped when Forge and Declan both warned, “Don’t.” “Where are we?” Lucas got to his feet. He must’ve heard Forge’s warnings about the handcuffs because he didn’t try breaking free of his. Instead he went to a door several feet away. He reached out and gripped the handle with two fingers. “Shit, crap!” He wrenched his hand away and stuck his fingers in his mouth. “It’s got fucking silver in it!” Vampires and werewolves could be killed by silver if enough of it got into their bloodstream. Combined with other metals, it created an impervious barrier they were unable to break. Touching such a metal would cause a serious burn. It was the only substance that could leave a scar on a vampire. Declan stood up slowly and rolled his shoulders. “I suppose that one does too.” He tipped his head at a second door at the end of the long compartment they were in. “And that one,” Blair pointed to a door near the opposite end. They all turned in that direction. “Gentlemen, I apologize. This was not my intention or how I planned our meeting to go,” Porter Samuels said from behind them. “How the hell…?” Blair braced against Forge and stood up, but he was staring at the ceiling. “That is so cool,” Lucas walked a slow circle around Samuels, who partially turned to watch him. “The handcuffs, as I’m sure you’ve figured out, are coated with silver and are werewolf proof, as is this room.” He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “So, vampire proof too.” Declan glared at him. “You left my feet loose. That’s all I need.” He rushed Samuels. “No!” Blair and Lucas shouted, each running at Declan. Neither was fast enough. Declan leaped up and kicked out, aiming for Samuels’s chest. Forge silently cheered Declan on. Samuels was so toast. But Samuels flickered, disappearing for a second before he reappeared, turning to watch as Declan went straight through him, hit the floor on one shoulder, and slid. He shouted, “Son of a bitch!” The air rushing by outside the walls increased in intensity, and Forge heard the distinct sound of an engine revving. He stumbled backward when the entire room tilted, keeping Declan from crashing through the far wall. It righted a few seconds later. Samuels sighed. “How does a vampire get a holographic projection?” Lucas asked. “One that moves and walks and is interactive, not just a static image,” Blair added. Samuels smiled. “Very observant. I’m impressed. Most people don’t spot the signs so quickly.” He held up one finger when Declan stood and faced off with him. “You’re on an airplane, and unless you want to test the theory to see if you’ll survive a fall from thirty-thousand feet onto who knows what, I’d advise you not to do that again.” “Why did you kidnap us?” Lucas asked. “Don’t think of it as a kidnapping but more of a job interview.” Samuels rocked on his heels. “I, along with others, have a proposal for the four of you.” Forge held his wrists up. “And kidnapping us, cuffing us to keep us prisoners on an airplane is supposed to instill trust?” “I couldn’t be more sorry. We had to see how the four of you would work together in certain circumstances and with a particular set of stressors,” Samuels said, his expression genuinely contrite. “Besides, as you so succinctly pointed out, I’ve kidnapped three vampires and a werewolf. A potentially dangerous and volatile situation. This aircraft was the safest option for everyone.” Blair walked around Samuels in the opposite direction from Lucas, meeting him partway. “How do you do that?” “Will you two get away from there?” Forge snapped. Blair shrugged and Lucas heaved a sigh, but they both backed away. Lucas looked at the ceiling. “See that thing up there? The one that looks like a light? It’s a projector.” “Vampires aren’t actually without a reflection in a mirror or the ability to be seen on camera. Our bodies refract light and color differently under certain circumstances and conditions, the level of adrenaline in our systems being only one of the ways nature provided. There are technologies to circumvent those issues,” Samuels explained. “Though most times, being invisible on camera or in a mirror is an advantage.” Lucas stared at him. “Fuck me.” Samuels laughed. “You, Dr. Coate, are refreshing. Interested in finding out more?” “No,” Forge growled. “Hell, no,” Declan chimed in. Samuels motioned to Forge and Declan. “You, both of you, are exactly what I expected.” “Yes!” Blair and Lucas practically shouted. When Declan’s fangs dropped and his eyes turned completely dark green, Lucas rolled his eyes and said more firmly, “Yes.” “The president was never coming to Boggslake, was he?” Forge asked. Samuels shook his head slowly. “No. That was part of the test.” He smiled, this time it was warm, not creepy. “I’m happy to report you all passed.”  Code Name Jack Rabbit is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.     This week my snippet is from Quarry, book 2 of The Vampire Guard  Blair kept getting closer to the vampire. He was glad this vampire couldn’t sense his feelings since he was fighting with himself to not turn and run. “Oh, no you don’t,” Declan said in Blair’s earbud. Sounds of a slight scuffle ensued, then Declan said softly, “Got his phone.” More voices joined in, and Declan added, “Thank goodness. This hooligan threatened me!” Across the room Forge dropped his chin to his chest and he groaned softly. That was Blair’s clue to make contact, and now his part would begin in earnest. He walked to the display where the vampire stood. Folding his hands in front of him, Blair stood to the side politely, as if waiting his turn. He glanced at the vampire, making sure to appear as though he was obviously checking him out and impressed with what he saw. Blair was very aware the vampire watched him out of the corner of his eye as well, scrutinizing every move Blair made. “Pretty cool stuff, huh?” Blair finally said. The vampire turned far enough to look at him straight on and tilted his head to the side. “I know you.” Blair shrugged. “I was at the opening gala for this exhibit. This whole affair cost a bundle, but after the year I’ve had, I decided what the hell, you know? Can’t take money with you. Buy you a drink?” Blair glanced around, adjusted his glasses and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Blair.” “I believe we’ve already had a drink a few years ago.” A slow smile spread over the vampire’s face. There are more snippets to read in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group! Quarry is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.
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Book Title: Silent Partner: Fox Hollow Zodiac #3 Author: Morgan Brice Publisher: Darkwind Press Cover Artist: Adrijus Garcia Release Date: June 29, 2024 Genres: MM paranormal romance, shifter romance (not MPREG), urban fantasy Tropes: Hurt/comfort, found family, small town, fated mates Themes: Working around differences, second chance at love, learning to trust again after breakup Length: 60 000 words/ 221 pages Heat Rating: 4 flames It is part of a series but can be read by itself. It does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited 
A psychic moose shifter. A handsome guy who is psychically silent. The chance for a fresh start, and a threat from the past that might get in the way. Blurb Brandon Davis is a psychic and a moose shifter. He makes his living as a wilderness guide in Fox Hollow, NY—a town that is a haven for misfit shifters and psychics. Brandon has a profitable business, a found family of close friends, and a cozy cabin in the woods. Life is good, but he wishes he could find a special someone to share it with. Then he picks up the unmistakable scent of his fated mate--a handsome man who isn't a shifter of any kind and whose thoughts he can't read. The chemistry is undeniable, but can he fall for a silent partner? Riley Henderson escaped a bad relationship with an ex-boyfriend he suspects is a psi-vamp. He left town and got a scholarship to the Fox Institute to explore his rare ability—his thoughts are mostly closed to being read by psychics. Getting away from his ex was worth being studied for his unusual silence as a “nil” or an “immune.” Especially since the situation comes with a stipend, an apartment, and a regular gig as a musician at one of the local hotels. Riley intends to go boy-sober until he meets a tall, dark-haired stranger with whom he has a sudden, intense connection. When he realizes Brandon is both a psychic and a shifter, Riley needs to figure out how they can overcome those differences to be together. And in the back of his mind, Riley worries—what if his ex shows up to ruin everything? Silent Partner is a MM shifter romance filled with found family, a snarky moose, a soulful musician, sexy shifters, small town winter fun, fated mates, helpful psychics, lots of snow and a very happy ending. Excerpt Mixed shifter pairings were common in Fox Hollow, although less so in other places. His friends’ marriages proved that. Big vegetarian shifters like deer and elk were rare. He hadn’t met another moose shifter since relocating. Brandon believed he could make things work with a carnivore and perhaps even with one of the other omnivore or vegetarian shifters that weren’t as large as he was. Brandon was happy for his friends who had found love. And although he was busy with guide tours and being an EMT, he still wished he could find someone special of his own. Now that he felt suitable to be in public, Brandon drove back to the grocery store. For its size, the shop provided a remarkable variety of products, including some specialties crafted by his neighbors. That saved everyone from trekking to Lake George to go to one of the big-box stores. Online delivery only worked in the summer months. He parked and headed inside. The familiar mix of smells from the bakery and deli, as well as all the luscious produce, made Brandon sigh happily. He waved to Brenda at the register, grabbed a cart, and started to make the familiar trek around the store. Brandon loaded up on salad, especially cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower. He skipped the carrots since they gave him indigestion. That was true for some fruit as well, although he loved frozen berries and added them to the cart. His human side craved coffee, oatmeal, and eggs, so Brandon made sure to replenish. He couldn’t resist some chips and cookies and reminded himself to grab a bale of hay from the garden supplies on the store terrace. Halfway through the store, Brandon stopped dead in his tracks and sniffed the air. A scent he had never picked up before enveloped him, making him light-headed. Anise and maple. How strange. Maybe they’re baking something? Mate. Brandon startled, not expecting to hear from his inner moose in such a human-centric place. What? That’s what our mate smells like. Find him! Brandon seriously doubted he’d spot a moose in the frozen food aisle or even a moose shifter. Still, the scent captivated him and stirred a hunger deep in his groin that had nothing to do with food. He steered into the next aisle, forcing himself to keep a normal walking pace. I can’t just run past people and sniff them. That would be weird—even for Fox Hollow. Shopping forgotten, Brandon searched for the elusive, overwhelming scent. He turned down the baking aisle, and the aroma called to him, far stronger. Only two people were nearby—Mrs. Prendicott—an elderly psychic—and a handsome stranger. The stranger looked vaguely puzzled like he couldn’t find what he wanted on the tightly-packed shelves. The store overstocked during the bad weather months, especially if there was news of a storm in the offing. That sometimes made it difficult to locate items. About the Author Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more explosions. All of the modern-day Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of friendships and connections becomes clear. Morgan and Gail believe that paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics, shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic. She's also a huge fan of the TV show Supernatural. 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  “What did you two do before there was the Internet to go to and snoop into people?” Lucas asked. “Town gossips,” Forge said. “Ready? We can go pick up Blair. Our flight leaves from Detroit, and we should get going.” He reached over and slapped Declan’s shoulder. “Come on, take a break. You can finish up when we get to Thunder Bay.” He stood up, switched off the television, and gave Moose a few hearty pats. “Simon and Ben will take care of you. I’ll be back in a few days. Maybe I’ll bring you some treats from Canada.” When they boarded the airplane, Lucas was ridiculously relieved to find out he and Declan were sitting together. It had hit him during the few hour’s drive to the airport in Detroit he and Declan would likely be staying in different parts of the ship. At first he’d been more concerned for Blair, who was so nervous about being on a ship in the open waters of Lake Superior. As the time neared for them to take their respective positions, his worry turned to Declan. Lucas tried reminding himself Declan and Forge had done this before. The two of them appeared scarily cool and nonchalant about the whole thing. Lucas wondered if that was their way of preparing for the parts they’d play. They settled into their seats, and Declan leaned back, yawning. He took Lucas’s hand and squeezed, whispering, “Get some rest. Stop your fretting.” “We’re going to stop that ship from sinking, right?” Lucas said in a low voice. He shifted so his shoulder pressed solidly against Declan’s. “And make sure the Sloanes are safe?” “It’s my goal, Lucas.” Declan’s voice was soft and steady. “Make sure you keep your eyes open and have your earbud in. If there is even a hint of trouble, don’t be afraid to say so. There’s no such thing as a false alarm in this sort of business.” Lucas studied Declan for a few seconds before relaxing more. “You’re worried about me?” Declan looked at him, surprise all over his face. “Of course I am. It’s not as if you have a lot of experience in covert work. It’s easy to get flustered or think you’re overreacting to something.” “Personal experience talking?” “Oh, yes. The first few ‘jobs’ Jonas and I pulled, I think we screwed up more than we got right,” Declan said. “It’s something of a miracle we survived. There was no one to coach us, we just fumbled right on through. Well, in Jonas’s case it was more like he bulldozed through.” Lucas laughed softly. “And yet, you both survived,” he pointed out. Declan chuckled. “You are very right. Fortunately, later on we were able to infiltrate organizations that offered formal training.” He squeezed Lucas’s hand again. “We’ll be fine.” Lucas leaned over and gave Declan a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes, we will be.” When the plane landed, they split up. Lucas and Blair had to pretend they didn’t know Declan and Forge and vice versa. There were no hugs, no good-bye kisses, not even a few soft, kind words of farewell between them. They had to play the part of total strangers. Lucas and Blair traveled separately to the cruise-line offices. At least once on the ship, they’d be “co-workers” and free to interact. As part of the crew, they’d also be expected to attend to the passengers and that would afford them more freedom to contact Forge or Declan. While Lucas and Blair settled into their roles, Declan and Forge split up and spent two days combing the city. Each time they reported in, they had nothing new to share. Blair wandered into the clinic where Lucas was working. “Okay, I have to admit, even if this”—he waved one hand up and down his torso—“outfit is asinine, the ship is pretty cool. I’d like it better if it stayed tied up to the dock, though.” Lucas looked Blair up and down and bit his lip to keep from laughing. Blair’s eyes flashed to a solid hazel and his fangs descended for a few seconds. “Shut up. Your getup looks just as bad.” Blair was dressed to look like a swashbuckler. Lucas’s outfit mimicked an eighteenth-century Spanish naval officer, complete with gold braid and tights. “At least I can wear the white doctor coat over mine.” Lucas drew himself up and chanted in a very accurate French accent, holding one finger in the air. “Pirates were dirty, mean, scurvy men. Not the romantics we portray them as today!” Blair laughed. “You do that way too well.” “I should. I’ve heard it enough times. Why do you think I howl? It’s to drown that out,” Lucas said and smirked. All the book bundles listed below are for LGBTQ+ books!      NEW RELEASE 
Book Title: Hex Sells (Babylon Boy, Book 2) Author: TA Moore Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press Cover Artist: Tammy Moore Release Date: July 26, 2024 Genre: Urban Fantasy Tropes: Warlock Bikers, Menage a Trois, Fresh Start, Own Worst Enemy Themes: Sins of the Past Heat Rating: 1 flame Length: 58 000 words Hex Sells is part of a series, but can be read as a standalone. It does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links 
My name is Jonah Carrow, and it’s been 320 days since I cast a hex. Blurb Jonah Carrow just wants a quiet, hex-free life. It’s harder than he’d thought. Despite his best efforts, though, magic trouble just keeps finding him. If it’s not his dead relatives trying to turn breakfast into a ouija board, it’s a crow with bad tidings at his door. Jonah doesn’t know what’s worse, that warlock biker Shiloh has decided to call in his marker…or that he only did it to get him to pass on a message. It turns out that Luke, Jonah’s not-exactly boyfriend, hasn’t been taking the Crossroad Crows calls. … but when things go wrong, despite not being in the first draft, Jonah gets roped in to find answers. Now he’s knee-deep in secrets, curses, and the sort of temptation in lean, blond Shiloh that is definitely not going to help Jonah stay on the straight and mundane. On top of all that? He’s getting sick. Without a hex to help put a thumb on the scales, Jonah really can’t catch a break. Excerpt “ROAD’S CLOSED!” he roared. “Fucking—!” “He’ll turn now,” Ned said, full of confidence. The rider could. There was an alley just before the bridge. If he pulled a hard right, he’d probably lose some paint from the sides, but he’d make it. He could. But he wasn’t going to. Jonah broke into a run. Heavy boots and a night’s work dragged like an anchor as he bolted down the bridge. The lights from the hazards caught on the car’s paintwork and splashed it with red. Grahams dropped the flagger. It clattered on the ground at his feet, but he didn’t move. Jonah tackled him and sent both of them crashing into the side of the trailer. The van smashed through the barriers, broken wood and plastic strewn in its wake, and into the pool of light cast by the floodlights. Jonah got a glimpse of the driver, just for a second, through the windscreen. He was a middle-aged man with a battered face and a bruise that ran from his temple down to his jaw. The man glanced briefly over his shoulder, mouth twisted, and then gunned the engine. The van left greasy streaks of rubber on the asphalt as it roared up the bridge. Caught in its path, the rest of the crew stared, frozen for a moment, and then scattered. Only Ned didn’t. At the last second, the van veered violently. It smashed into the barriers at the side of the bridge and tore through them. The raw metal ripped holes in the side of the van, sparks flying as it pitched over the edge. There was a moment of stark, breathless silence that dragged out longer than seemed possible. Then, the van smashed into the road below with a crunch of broken glass and crumpled metal. Dark, oily fingers of smoke eddied up and over the edge of the bridge. “Fuck,” Ned said, the curse coming out respectfully. Jonah scrambled to his feet and brushed his jeans down. The rest of the crew had run to the edge of the bridge to look over. He looked back the way the van had come. The ribbon of smoke that had trailed behind the van was still there. It lay limp on the asphalt, one end frayed and split where it had snapped off the car. Then, as Jonah watched, it twitched and then slowly retreated down the street. Like something at the far, far end of it was reeling it in. Well. That wasn’t natural. And that meant it wasn’t Jonah’s business. Not these days. Not in Jerusalem. About the Author TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided. Author Links Blog/Website | Facebook | Twitter Instagram | Newsletter Sign-up | TikTok Giveaway Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win one of three backlist ebooks or one of two $20 Amazon gift card 
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Book Title: An Increasing Entanglement (An Unlikely Alliance, Book 2) Author: Ellie Thomas Publisher: JMS Books Release Date: July 13, 2024 Genre: Historical (Regency) MMM Romance Tropes: Threesome, Regency, Hurt/Comfort, Class Differences, Interracial, Opposites Attract Themes: Kidnapping, Avenging Angel, Orphan, Redemption, Found Family Length: 22 293 words Heat Rating: 4 flames It is book two in a series of three. Book 1 (An Unlikely Alliance) is available for review It does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links 
Can Clem, Abe and Humphrey sustain their burgeoning romance from outside threats? And might their connection blossom into lasting romance? Blurb In Regency London, during the Season, after a brief and steamy courtship, the relationship between threesome Clem, Abe and Humphrey holds much promise. But their busy routines and different lifestyles, as a professional secretary, society gentleman and an official informant to the military, interfere with their burgeoning romance. Then sinister forces reappear to threaten their connection and even the life of one of the trio. Can these three band together to save the day and keep each other from peril? And given the chance, might they forge lasting happiness together? Excerpt Abe entered the Ye Olde Cheddar Cheese tavern closer to eight o’clock than seven. Clem was sitting at their usual table, alone and forlorn. Abe cursed the informant who had delayed him. Abe approached, attracting Clem’s notice. His aspect didn’t brighten. There was no teasing smile of welcome. Instead, Abe received a chilly glare. “You came then,” Clem said flatly. Abe sat opposite his friend and lover. “Can I get you another drink?” “If you like.” Clem’s glacial indifference continued when their gin was served together with a jug of water. He said casually, “I was at the Old Red Lion yesterday to find you’d vacated your room. I thought you might have run out on us.” He took a swig of barely diluted gin, avoiding Abe’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Clem. I should have let you know.” If they had been in a less public place or one that catered solely for their kind, Abe would have covered Clem’s hand with his own. “Yes, well, it’s not like you owe me an explanation.” Clem’s defensive posture said otherwise. “Of course I do. It was remiss of me. I have been occupied with pressing matters, official-like.” Clem’s body relaxed slightly. Abe hardly made it public that he was working for Horse Guards, but he had shared that confidence with his lovers. He eyed Abe warily under long light brown lashes, a distinct pout to his lush mouth. “You could have sent word to me.” “Yes, I should have. I see that now. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Clem.” “Who said I was hurt?” Clem’s indifferent words were at odds with his wounded expression. “Just because I’ve been busy doesn’t mean that I haven’t been thinking of you. And Humphrey, too. I’ve missed you both.” “Really?” “I swear it.” “Then it’s fortunate that I left a note for Humphrey to meet us here after he’s dined.” Clem’s narrow jaw clenched combatively. He’s not letting me off lightly. At least he’s still talking to me and hasn’t flounced off in a huff, renouncing me forever. It wasn’t the right moment to argue that either Clem or Humphrey could have taken the initiative earlier. Abe recognised that Humphrey was too self-effacing to make the first move. As for Clem, he’d learned the hard way to be sparing with his trust. “I’m sorry,” Abe said sincerely. “I’ll say it a hundred times over if that will make amends.” Abe was the first to admit that once he got the bit between his teeth, he could be ruthlessly single-minded. Apart from his mother, he’d never had to consider anyone’s feelings. Until now. That must change, he vowed. “I’ll gladly apologise to Humphrey. I’ve neglected you both. You know what I’m like when I’m in full cry.” There was a brief silence as the waiter topped up their glasses. “We all have our burdens,” Abe added. “You’re chained to your desk during the day, I’m no longer my own master and Humphrey has a flock of relatives to shepherd.” Clem smiled grudgingly. “Is that an excuse?” “No, more a recognition of our circumstances. What say you if we make this our regular rendezvous? This is as good a place as any to meet every few days. That should avoid any further misunderstandings.” “I thought you’d left me.” Clem’s voice was so low that Abe’s strained to catch the words against the background noise of the narrow tavern. “I’d never abandon you, Clem. I may have many faults, but I’m no fool. I would never throw away such a treasure unthinkingly.” Clem stared in his glass. “Now I’ve found you and Humphrey,” Abe continued. “I won’t let go easily unless that’s your will.” Clem gazed at Abe, his face unreadable. Then he glanced over Abe’s shoulder. “You have an opportunity to repeat your abject apology. Humphrey’s coming this way.” About the Author Ellie Thomas lives by the sea. She comes from a teaching background and goes for long seaside walks where she daydreams about history. She is a voracious reader, especially about anything historical. She mainly writes historical gay romance.
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 “Hmm. After that his name pops up in Chicago in association with Bugs Moran and his gang. According to several articles, Archie is believed to have been killed in a shootout with Cleveland Police in the late 1920s, but there was never confirmation that he was killed; a body was never found. He may have escaped and headed west, and there are a few other speculated scenarios, depending on which article I read. Most of his activities involved bootlegging and murder, and he may have been linked to the killing of a US Marshal during some raid of illegal booze being transported.” “That’s why Griff’s office had Archie’s file, I bet,” Wyatt said. “Uh-huh,” Val mumbled and leaned forward, occasionally hitting a button on his keyboard. Wyatt shook his head and smiled; it felt good to see Val so interested in this part of Wyatt’s work.  Read more diverse and interesting snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A Barlow Lens is available in eBook, paperback and through KoboPlus.
 💫💫💫💫eBook sale! Only 2.99 or read in KU!💫💫💫💫 💫💫💫Nominated for LR Cafe's Best of 2021 Awards in the Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Fantasy/Steampunk Book and 2022 Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice awards💫💫💫💫 Welcome to the Vampire Guard, where legend and myth meet science and technology. Vampires and werewolves live long lives. The Sleepless City saga might have ended but the story continues… Vampires make the best spies. Throw a smart-mouthed werewolf in with three vampires, mix well, and The Vampire Guard's newest team is bound to become one of their greatest assets. Super spies with a full range of skills. Warrior, hacker, thief, and scientist. They get in, do the job, and get out before the bad guys ever know what hit them. Forge, Blair, Declan, and Lucas are thrust into the world of high-tech spies and top-secret espionage conspiracies. Recruited into the world’s most elite and secret organization with one singular mission. Protect those who can’t defend themselves from ruin. Together they must thwart an assassination attempt on the open waters of Lake Superior while tracking a previously unknown biological weapon controlled by the Qiguan—a weapon which may very well mean death for one of them. #KindleUnlimited #elizabethnoble #spyfi #Espionage #thriller #vampires #Werewolves #paranormal #foundfamily #lgbtqsuspense #lgbtqthriller #paranormalthriller #howlingcorgipress #thesleeplesscitysharedworld Lucas was impressed that by midmorning the next day, they had not only formulated a plan, but it was being put into motion. They gathered at Porter’s headquarters to put the finishing touches on their scheme.
As Lucas had predicted, when he called Curtis Sloane and tried to warn him, the man politely informed Lucas his family had faced a number of assassination attempts. He reminded Lucas the Sloane family was politically connected which made them a target wherever they went. His family wouldn’t hide or live in fear. Curtis Sloane might be progressive, but he was still a typical werewolf. “Like it or not, you’re getting protection,” Lucas grumbled as he hung up the phone. Sophia looked up from what she was reading and smiled. “No go?” Lucas rubbed his forehead. “Just like I said it wouldn’t be. Actually, I think he thought I was nuts and was sorta pissed I was able to get his private number.” “Hopefully, Mr. Sloane will continue to think you’re a crackpot. If we can do our job and stop this thing from happening, he and his family will never know the difference,” Sophia said. She set a bundle of documents on the table and motioned to the chairs. “Gentlemen, if you’d all take a seat, we’ll get started.” She waited until the four of them were sitting. “Porter is on the way to Brazil with Kai and Ori, and I’ll fly out later today. Our plan is to pick up Grier’s accomplices there. We’ll meet up with Martina Rojas and her pack will deal with them. I’ve also circulated the photos we have to Interpol and other agencies with the information on a possible new terrorist organization. They should be on no-fly lists before the day is over. That may not stop them, but it will certainly slow them down.” “What about the Qiguan people here, or somewhere else other than South America?” Declan asked. Sophia shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. We haven’t had to deal with werewolves on this level before. There was the odd one here or there and we’d turn them over to their pack. Humans we remand to the human authorities and vampires we deal with ourselves. It’s not exactly as if there are prisons for werewolves. That’s something we’ll discuss with Martina. If we begin to encounter more of this organization, we’re going to need somewhere to take those apprehended. We can’t turn them over to their own packs when they are likely involved as well.” “South American werewolf prison, now there’s a pleasant thought,” Lucas said. “I think the immediate problem is making sure that ship and everyone on it is safe,” Forge said. Everyone in the room nodded. “I have passports for you and cover stories. Dr. Coate, you’ll be joining the ship’s medical crew. They have two doctors onboard and we’ve arranged for you to temporarily replace one.” Sophia handed him a passport and some paperwork. “Dr. Turner, you’ll be joining the crew as well,” Sophia continued, turning to Blair. “They have several educational programs and with your background in archeology and teaching, it was a good fit. You should have enough time for Bronwen to fill you in on what you’ll need to know about the Great Lakes in general.” She set a small stack of papers in front of him. “Oh, goodie,” Blair mumbled. “If you get shoved overboard by some bratty kid, I’ll jump in and save you,” Lucas said and jostled Blair’s shoulder. He laughed at the vile stare Blair gave him. Sophia smiled and spoke to Declan next. “It seems Curtis and one of his sons-in-law and a niece are amateur art collectors. Henri de Fleur will also be a passenger. I’m sure they’ve heard of him.” Declan laughed and took his passport, eyebrows going up when he opened it. Lucas leaned over and nodded. “Good picture. What if they haven’t heard of…um…Henri?” “It won’t matter. As long as they think I’m some big name in the art world, they’ll act as if they know Henri, at least by name and reputation,” Declan explained. “Don’t tell me, let me guess,” Forge said. “I’m—” Sophia cut him off, “Henri’s bodyguard. Identities and covers I believe you’ve used before.” Forge nodded and sighed. “Story of my life. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.” “You’ll be authorized to carry a weapon, if needed, and I’ve secured you clearance with the ship’s security detail.” Sophia held out the last of her documents. “And you won’t need an alias. The information provided to the cruise line stated you are a former member of the Boggslake PD on the off chance you run into someone you know.” “I don’t normally carry a sidearm unless I’m on duty in Boggslake, so that shouldn’t be an issue,” Forge said. 
Karenna Colcroft has a new MM paranormal romance out, Real Werewolves Don't Eat Meat book six: Tahe Some Tahini. And there's a giveaway. Tobias Rogan never wanted to be a leader. But here he is, the Anax of the United States, ruler of all werewolves in the country. Only two weeks after winning the rank in a challenge fight against his senile predecessor, Tobias and his mate Kyle are still adjusting to their new reality when a frantic call alerts Tobias to the massacre of nearly half the wolves in a pack in North Dakota–including the pack’s Alpha and Beta. An investigation reveals that the wolves responsible for the attack are from Canada. Tobias reaches out to Silas Creighton, Anax of Canada, and finds someone like-minded in wanting peace between the wolves of the two countries. At Silas’s invitation, Tobias and his mate Kyle, along with their new guard Quinn Boucher, sole survivor of the North Dakota massacre, travel to Nova Scotia to put an end to the conflict between the American and Canadian werewolves. But not all wolves are interested in peace–and not all want Tobias to survive the trip. Warnings: violence, gun violence, discussion of past sexual abuse, homophobia 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? AmazonGiveaway Karenna is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47313/? Excerpt I debated knocking and decided to just try the doorknob. Kyle had better hearing than the rest of us. He knew I was here. If he didn’t want me to enter the apartment, he would have locked the door. He hadn’t. The knob turned easily, and I pushed the door open and entered the living room that had been mine for decades. The light in the room was off, but the kitchen light was on. I set down my bag and walked slowly into the other room. And there, I found my mate. Seeing Kyle sitting there, at the same table in the same apartment where our relationship had grown, felt like a knife in my heart. I’d found him. But the way he looked at me almost made me wish I hadn’t. I’d never seen such pain and anger in his eyes. His eyes mirrored my own emotions. Pain at how he’d left me, not a word to me, not even speaking to me when I reached out. Rage at being abandoned by the one person who had sworn never to do that. I didn’t know whether to hug him or beat the shit out of him. I did neither, just stood in the doorway, fists clenched, waiting for him to fucking say something so I could. “Hey,” he said. “Hey.” I went toward the other chair but stopped. If I got too close to him, I might lunge across the table and strangle him. I closed my eyes just long enough to let an image of the ocean form. It didn’t calm me as much as usual, but at least it washed away the urge to hurt Kyle for hurting me. Which was good. I would never hurt Kyle. I had before. I hadn’t meant to, but I had. And I’d sworn I never would again. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. “You’re here.” “And the sky is blue, grass is green, and werewolves have fur.” He folded his arms. “You found me. Now what?” His tone was completely flat. No anger, which would have been a good sign if he’d shown any other emotion. But there was nothing. He didn’t want me there. I could feel that through our bond, which was actually a good sign. The bond was still intact. But the way he spoke, the way he looked at me, sent my temper on the upswing again. How fucking dare he be a sarcastic asshole after what he’d done to me? I gritted my teeth and forced another long, slow breath. “We talk. You tell me why you left, and we decide if we can fix it.” “And if we can’t?” “Then at least we talked to each other!” My voice rose, and I didn’t give a shit, even though Kirk could hear and probably everyone in the other two buildings could as well. “You just took off, Kyle. You didn’t say a damn thing, just took off. I was worried.” My eyes watered, and I blinked a few times as my anger ebbed. “I love you.” “You have a weird way of showing it.” He sighed. “Sit down, would you? Unless you’re trying some Anax intimidation tactic on me.” “I’m not.” I sat and leaned my elbows on the table. “How could you do that? How could you just leave without saying a fucking word?” “I didn’t know what to say. You would have told me not to go. And I wouldn’t have gone. And I would have kept dealing with all that shit.” “What shit?” “You know.” He waved. “I’m a weakness for you. I shouldn’t exist or whatever. Those assholes back in California.” “So you fucking walked out on me because of them?” I was so furious I was shaking. “You left as soon as I was gone. You knew you were going. You were gone by the time I called you, and you didn’t say a goddamn word. How could you do that?” “I should have.” This time, emotion filled his tone. “I’m sorry, Tobias. I just…I needed to get the fuck out of there. And I knew you would have told me not to go. I didn’t want to do this.” “Do what?” “This.” He gestured toward me. “Argue. Process our feelings. I just wanted to get away from the homophobes and the memories. Living in that house…I’m guessing you have some decent memories of the place. You went there for years for the national gatherings. A couple weeks ago was my first time being there, and I spent most of the gathering in a goddamn cage, Tobias.” I felt like he had jammed a blade into my heart. Involuntarily, I took a step back. How had I not realized? I knew all too well what trauma could do, but I hadn’t even considered how Kyle must feel waking up every single day in the place where he’d been dragged away from me and locked in a tiny basement cell. 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. Karenna is a polyamorous, nonbinary human who lives in Massachusetts with her husband. She also has two adult children and three “bonus” kids, four grandchildren, and two and a half cats. (Half in terms of time the cat lives with her, not in terms of the cat itself…) Author Website: https://karennacolcroft.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/kimramseywinkler Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/karennacolcroft Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Karenna-Colcroft/author/B0031HAOUK 
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