 Meet Laura Harner Author Bio: Raised in California, Laura likes it hot, which explains why she ended up in Arizona via such diverse places as Japan, Maine, and Florida, and many more places in between. After retiring from the US Navy, she found a niche working for land management agencies, including the National Park Service and the Bureau of Land Management. Though she has held many jobs around the world, her favorite was working and living in Grand Canyon National Park. Working (and eating) in New Orleans was a close second. You will find many of her books are set against the rich backdrops provided by coastal Louisiana and northern Arizona. When asked how she started writing, Laura tells of waking on Boxing Day a few years ago, with a woman named Elena MacFarland yammering in her dreams, demanding her story be told. Despite never attempting to write fiction before that morning, Laura ignored all of the holiday visitors and the Highland Destiny series was born. She doesn’t believe it was a coincidence that the great grandmother who died when Laura was just a baby was named Elena MacFarland. Destiny does play a hand. Laura became a full-time writer in 2012, and now she spends her time writing, watching her Arizona Diamondbacks, and working on her very own version of the Willow Springs Ranch in northwestern Arizona. She is a multi-published author of erotic romance, mystery, and urban fantasy and her books can be found at all major online retailers.”  Cover Artist: Laura Harner Excerpt: “I don’t know if I can do this, cowboy,” Jamie whispered. Even while his heart was busy trying to put on the brakes, his traitorous hands slid to Remy’s waist. He leaned up to steal another kiss. The slide of slick tongue, the wet heat, familiar taste all insistently telegraphed the same message. This is right. Jamie arched toward Remy, tugging at his shirt, sliding hands along the hot flesh, pulling him closer. Returning the kiss, Remy made a noise halfway between a groan and a growl, then took a commanding control, forcing his head back, their tongues dancing in an addicting blend of white-hot urgency. Just like the first time they’d kissed, the effect of Remington’s kiss was like no other. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was an assault on his senses that left his head spinning and his lungs desperate for oxygen. Even his toes tingled. Intense. Passionate. Perfect. They fit together in a way he’d never been able to duplicate with any other man. Yin and Yang. Black and Tan. Fish and Chips. Breaking their kiss, Jamie nearly snorted with laughter. Immediately, Remy dropped his hands to his sides and took a giant step backward. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I didn’t mean to—” His eyes were heavy, the lush lips swollen from their kisses, the dress shirt untucked and rumpled. Jamie wanted to finish undressing him, to use his mouth to ravish that beautiful body. Trying to focus, Jamie said, “No—it’s not that. I was thinking—” “Always dangerous with you,” Remy interrupted. Jamie laughed again. “Too true. I was thinking about how perfectly our kisses seem to fit together. The things you do to me are like no one else…then I lost the thread.” He repeated his thoughts. “Like fish and chips? Seriously?” Now Remy was laughing, too. “How do I go from being your best kiss to being compared to a piece of cod?” Jamie shook his head. “I don’t know. Nerves, maybe?” Remy nodded. “I’ll go back to my room.” “No,” Jamie practically shouted. Remy tilted his head and blinked. The man probably thought him mad. Maybe he was. “Jamie, help me out here. What can’t you do? How can I help?” Remy took Jamie’s hand and started to lead him toward the couch. Jamie tugged him to the bedroom instead. “I don’t want you to leave, Remy. Really, I don’t. Let’s go to bed.” “Jamie, you don’t have to do this. In fact—shit, I can’t believe I’m saying this—but I’d rather we not do anything if you’re not sure.” “That’s just the trouble, Remy. I’m sure I want this.” He used two fingers to point back and forth between them. “What I’m afraid of is what happens afterward. I’m not sure I can…survive watching you walk away again. And God, I’m so sorry. I know it’s way too soon for both of us—too soon after Miggy—too soon for this to be something you can commit to. That’s what scares me.” Remy pulled Jamie so they both sat on the edge of the bed. Their hips touched, but Remy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the position he always assumed when he needed a bit of self-protection. “I get that. I’m scared, too, you know. It nearly killed me to watch you walk away in Phoenix. And you’re right, it’s too early to search out Elvis and put on wedding bands. But Jamie, I don’t think it’s too soon to say we can try.” Jamie’s stomach twisted, and his heart thudded erratically. Remy turned his head, and gave him a half smile. “Miggy…his death was ugly, beyond senseless. It was a fucking bomb, set two years ago by that asshole Cortez. And we never knew. We all went about living our lives—never once considering we were running out of time. All of us, Jamie—not just Migs. But here’s the thing…I don’t regret the journey, even if I hate the ending. But I have to wonder, what other time bombs are waiting for us? What regrets would we have if one of us died tomorrow?” The words released the binds around his heart. As if someone opened the starting gate, Jamie surged forward, knocking Remy back onto the bed with an oomph. Like the crazed man he was beginning to suspect he was, he fumbled until he managed to get Remy’s shirt and slacks open. He was making splendid progress until he was distracted by the warmth of the big hands that slipped under his shirt and the roll of Remy’s hips. Even through their remaining clothes, hard length pressed against hard length. “Jamie,” Remy said his name like some sort of incantation, weaving a spell with his voice. Jamie cried out when he was flipped over, his back landing on the mattress with a thud, and he was pinned by the weight of Remy’s body. His mouth was plundered as Remy tasted and pulled back before tasting again. So much like their first time. Breaking their kiss, Remy rose to his knees and tugged his shirt over his head, then stood and gave Jamie a long look. Jamie remembered the taste of those finely pebbled brown nubs, the scrape of the coarse brown chest hair, the heat of the golden skin. Still Remy waited, thumbs hooked inside his waistband, the zipper unfastened, more than a hint of cock showing, since he’d obviously gone commando. Jamie licked his lips and glanced up to meet Remy’s heavy look. Only then did Remy finally let his slacks drop to the floor. Jamie unfastened his own pants, but Remy pushed his hands aside and finished undressing him, adding his clothes to the growing pile. Then they were pressed naked together and Remy’s mouth found his once more. “Say my name,” he demanded. Jamie smiled. “Remy,” he mumbled against the warm lips that branded him as claimed. “Remy. Remy.” “Fuck, Jamie. I love the way you say my name,” Remy whispered.
Cover Artist: Laura Harner Publisher: Hot Corner Press Tour Stops: Parker Williams, Cate Ashwood, Love Bytes, Havan Fellows, SA McAuley, MM Good Book Reviews, EE Montgomery, Iyana Jenna, Emotion in Motion, Amanda C. Stone, My Fiction Nook, Lee Brazil, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Prism Book Alliance, Wake Up Your Wild Side, Fallen Angel Reviews, LeAnn’s Book Reviews, Smoocher’s Voice, Jade Crystal, Dawn’s Reading Nook Rafflecopter Code: a Rafflecopter giveaway Rafflecopter Prize: The Separate Ways series – All Four Books!   Excerpt: “Are you wanting factory original or an upgrade to a catback?” One dark eyebrow rose. “Which’ll make it run better?” “Well, it depends. The cats give a great sound, but the Borlas? They’re loud and I love the look from the rear. It’s a matter of money and taste and sound.” Kendall headed to the office, rambling on about all the different types and prices and options. “I like a good-looking rear,” the guy told him when he’d done talking. “Then you might consider the Borlas. It’s a little pricey, but fine. This is my boss, Pete. He’ll hook you up.” “Oh, I’d rather you hook me up.” Was that as suggestive as it sounded? “I… Okay. Okay, I can help.” He’d done a few custom orders, but Pete would have to approve everything. The man held out his hand. “Barton Willis, the Third.” “Kendall. Pleased.” He held out his hand, then pulled it back. He was a grease monkey after all. “I’ve been working, man.” “I imagine I can wash my hands.” “Yeah, I tell myself that a lot, but the grime’s pretty deep.” He was not flirting. Not. “Nothing wrong with a dirty boy.” Sean Michael Author Bio: Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago". A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys. Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark. Tour Stops: Parker Williams, Decadent Delights, Amanda C. Stone, Havan Fellows, Full Moon Dreaming, SA McAuley, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Tara Lain, Prism Book Alliance, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Jade Crystal, Book Reviews and More by Kathy, Fallen Angel Reviews, Smoocher’s Voice, Redz World, The Hat Party, Emotion in Motion, Wake Up Your Wild Side, Love Bytes, Because Two Men Are Better Than One, Sinfully Sexy, LeAnn’s Book Reviews, Iyana Jenna, Kimi-Chan, Reviews and Ramblings, Michael Mandrake, It’s Raining Men, Boy Meets Boy Reviews, MM Good Book Reviews, Velvet Panic, My Fiction Nook, Cate Ashwood  Cover Artist: Trace Edward Zaber Rafflecopter Code: a Rafflecopter giveaway Rafflecopter Prize: $20 Amber Quill Certificate  |
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