Hurri Cosmo has a new MM paranormal ghost romance out: The Ex's Boyfriend. And there's a giveaway! Mark has always been a Dominant. The Top in every relationship. Just ask Leon, his very ex-boyfriend, because that’s what he told Mark he was. Okay, Mark’s only had the one relationship so the ‘always’ was a reach, but it didn’t matter. It was more than over with now, and Leon was long gone. That is until Leon felt it necessary to show off his new boyfriend, a gorgeous mountain called Rogan, by evidently telling him that Mark was stalking, bullying, badgering, harassing and get this, abusing him. “He’ll kill you, Mark, because he loves me and wants to protect me.” From whom? Skinny little Mark? What a joke. Because all Mark has ever done was exactly what Leon told him to do and that now included staying as far away from Leon as he could get. But how can he do that when Leon is hell-bent on proving all the lies he’s told Rogan about Mark were true, and by any means possible except the actual truth? Thankfully, it seems Rogan’s not quite as clueless about Leon’s wild imagination as Mark has always been. In fact, the big, beautiful man has come to Mark’s rescue a couple of times and has made it clear, Leon and he are not a thing. At least, not anymore. Which is good since Mark is going to need Rogan’s help. Mainly because something else is out to get Mark. Something not Leon. This something isn’t even human… Amazon | SmashwordsGiveaway Hurri is giving away an Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47210/? Excerpt
They took the elevator to the sixth floor and headed cautiously down a deserted hall. Okay, maybe it was only Mark who walked warily. Rogan marched slightly ahead of him and seemed to barge down the hall with his chest puffed out like some storybook bodyguard protecting the prince. However, no apparitions flew out at them this time, no lights exploded trying to kill them. When they got to Mark's apartment, Rogan snatched the set of keys Mark dug out of his pocket and opened the door of 612 and attempted to turn on the light. “It doesn’t work,” Mark remarked. “It never has.” As if that might have been important in the whole scheme of things, Rogan turned to him. “Really? Why?” “I have no idea. They have never been able to fix it, either.” Rogan grumbled a string of profanities against landlords as he pulled out his phone. “Hey Raptor. Flashlight.” The phone shot out a bright beam and Rogan shined it into the apartment. “Where is a switch that does work?” “Right here.” Mark glanced around the apartment before he tiptoed over to the switch in the kitchen and turned it on. The apartment lit up enough to see that everything was normal―so to speak. The destroyed TV was right where it had been when they left, debris still everywhere. Not the chaos Mark had walked into with Leon, but shivers of that time chased through him as well. “What I don’t get is why you don’t even have a scratch on you.” “That is a mystery,” Rogan murmured. “What’s even more an unknown is why you were basically sliced in the first place. Cut, I would understand. But sliced?” He walked over to the large, jagged piece laying against the wall, the piece that had been laced with blood but no longer appeared to be and picked it up. “This should never have been sharp enough to do that.” He brought it over for Mark to see. “Fuck,” Mark whispered as he gazed at the piece of plastic. “It’s… like a knife.” And it was. The six-inch, razor-edged side appeared paper thin, to the point of it being see-through. As if someone had purposely honed it down to that sharpness. “But… didn’t it have blood on it?” Rogan narrowed his eyes and glared back at the plastic as if it had just lied to him. “You’re right. It did. Exactly my point.” “Which is?” Rogan glanced briefly at Mark. “This isn’t right. I mean, how does something like this even happen?” Rogan’s lips pursed together. “So, what are you saying?” “I’m not sure.” Rogan gazed down at Mark. “And I don’t like not knowing. I will find some answers. That I promise.” He sighed. “Now what do we need to take with us so we can get out of here?” Mark packed a backpack while Rogan kept watch. Mark would have thought it laughable if he wasn’t so panicked. It was one thing to be bullied by Leon. Quite another by a ghost. “The extra apartment key is in the kitchen drawer,” Mark told Rogan as he threw the backpack over his shoulder. Rogan immediately reached over and grabbed the backpack. “Go get it. I got this.” Heat climbing Mark’s face he walked quickly to the drawer. “I can carry it. I’m not a princess.” Rogan smirked but remained silent as he adjusted the backpack and held out a hand to accept the key. “Thanks,” he said, winking at Mark when he dropped the key in his hand. “I don’t know what you plan on doing but have at it.” Rogan grimaced as if he were guilty of something and shook his head. When they arrived at Mark’s dad’s house, Rogan insisted on walking Mark in. “I didn’t keep you safe like I promised. He deserves an explanation.” “Are you kidding me? I’m not some fragile teenager on a date. Besides, I can take care of myself.” “I know that. But security is my job, and I should have…” “Should have what?” “Known.” He knocked on the door. “Known? How? Why?” But Rogan remained silent. Except it was clear he was battling something in his head. “Whatever,” Mark mumbled. “Just… I can take care of myself.” Mark went to knock as well but the door flew open in front of him, Mark’s dad standing on the other side. “What the fuck is going on out here?” Rob snarled, startling both Mark and Rogan. “Sir!” Rogan nearly shouted back, gaining the older man’s attention. Then he lowered his voice probably realizing how loud he was being. “Mr. Corda. Sorry to wake you…” “What the hell happened to you?” Rob grabbed Mark and pulled him into the house. “Why the bandages?” He turned his attention back to Rogan. “Why is my son covered in bandages?” Mark took immediate offence. “Dad, I’m standing right here! Ask me!” “Um… sir…” Rogan interrupted. “it’s a long story.” Author Bio I am Hurri Cosmo and I live in Minnesota where I hold tight to the idea that here, where it’s cold a good part of the year, I won’t age as fast. Yep, I avoid the truth as much as I avoid mirrors. But one of the reasons I love writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, I don’t mind “real life” and I do try to at least keep it in mind when I write my stories, but I truly love creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every - single - time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason I love reading this genre, too. Give me a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and my computer, whether I am reading or writing, and I will entertain myself for hours. The fact I actually get paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake. Author Website: https://www.hurricosmo.com Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/hurri.cosmo Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/HurriCosmo Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6466687.Hurri_Cosmo Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Hurri-Cosmo 
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J. Scott Coatsworth's LGBTQ+ magical realism "circle of friends" book The River City Chronicles is out in audiobook format! And there's a giveaway. Everyone in the River City has a secret, and sooner or later secrets always come out. A group of strangers meets at Ragazzi, an Italian restaurant, for a cooking lesson that will change them all. They quickly become intertwined in each other's lives, and a bit of magic touches each of them. Meet Dave, the consultant who lost his partner; Matteo and Diego, the couple who runs the restaurant; recently widowed Carmelina; Marcos, a web designer getting too old for hook-ups; Ben, a trans author writing the Great American Novel; teenager Marissa, kicked out for being bi; and Sam and Brad, a May-September couple who would never have gotten together without a little magic of their own. Giveaway Scott is giving away a $25 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47211/? Excerpt
Matteo stared out the restaurant window into the darkness of Folsom Boulevard. It was getting dark earlier as summer edged into fall. Streetlights flickered on as cars drifted by, looking for parking or making the trip out of Midtown toward home. The sign on the window read “Ragazzi” (the boys), lettered in a beautiful golden script just two months old. Investing in this little restaurant his uncle had left to them when he'd passed away had been their ticket out of Italy. But now with each passing day, as seats sat empty and tomatoes, pasta, and garlic went uneaten, the worry was gnawing ever deeper into Matteo's gut. Behind him in the open, modernized kitchen, Diego was busy cooking—his mother's lasagne, some fresh fish from San Francisco, and some of the newer Italian dishes they'd brought with them from Bologna. The smells of boiling sauce and fresh-cooked pasta that emanated from the kitchen were entrancing. They'd sent the rest of the staff —Max and Justin—home for the evening. The three customers who had shown up so far didn't justify the cost of keeping their waiter and busboy on hand. Matteo stopped at the couple's table in front of the other window. "Buona sera," he said, smiling his brightest Italian smile. "Hi," the man said, smiling back at him. He was a gentleman in about his mid-fifties, wearing a golf shirt and floppy hat. "Kinda quiet tonight, huh?" "It always gets busier later," Matteo lied smoothly. "Pleasure to have you here. Can I get you anything else?" "A little more wine, please?" the woman said, holding out her glass so the charm bracelet on her wrist jangled. "Of course." He bowed and ducked into the kitchen. He gave Diego a quick peck on the cheek. His husband and chef waved him off with a snort. "Più tardi. Sto preparando la cena." "I can see that. Dinner for a hundred, is it? It’s dead out there again tonight.” Diego shot him a dirty look. Matteo retrieved the bottle of wine from the case and returned to fill up his guests' glasses. “What brings you in tonight?” Maybe they saw our ad.… “Just walking by and we were hungry. I miss the old place though.… What was it called, honey?” Her husband scratched his chin. “Little Italy, I think?” “That’s it! It was the cutest place. Checkered tablecloths, those great Italian bottles with the melted wax… so Italian.” Matteo groaned inside. “So glad you came in” was all he said with another smile. Author Bio
Scott lives with his husband Mark in a little yellow bungalow with two pink flamingoes in Sacramento. He inhabits the space between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were. He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t queer characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends. His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected. A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi, QueeRomance Ink, and Other Worlds Ink with Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction reflecting their own reality. Scott is a full member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA). Author Website: https://www.jscottcoatsworth.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/jscottcoatsworth Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/jscottcoatsworthauthor/ Author Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/jscoatsworth Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8392709.J_Scott_Coatsworth Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/j-scott-coatsworth/ Author Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/J.-Scott-Coatsworth/e/B011AFO4OQ Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/j-scott-coatsworth
Any day Colt managed to avoid getting the crap kicked out of him was a good day. Today wasn’t that day.
 My teaser this week is from Run for the Roses. “You didn’t call that number I gave you to call if there was a problem. Did you?” Wyatt took the glass of tea Val offered. Val ducked his head to avoid meeting Wyatt’s gaze. Wyatt took Val’s chin and forced him to look directly at him. Val shook his head and Wyatt sighed. “You do realize that was the sort of thing I meant when I said uncomfortable?” Val nodded, and Wyatt moved his hand to rest on Val’s shoulder for a second before sliding down Val’s arm to his wrist. Wyatt stepped closer and whispered in Val’s ear, “Next time, listen.” Wyatt’s warm breath against Val’s ear and a swat to his rear made him shiver. Wyatt simultaneously squeezed Val’s wrist and brushed a kiss over his lips. When a shudder ran through Val, Wyatt’s arm snaked around Val’s back and he pulled them close together. “You do enjoy being caught, don’t you?” He held his other arm out with the tea glass still in his hand. “Y-yeah, I—” Val’s words were cut off by another kiss. This one made Val arch his back and press his body firmly against Wyatt’s as his knees weakened. He swallowed hard when Wyatt leaned away, broke their kiss, and let go of him. “We’ll explore that a bit later, I think,” Wyatt said. He ran the back of his hand over Val’s cheek. “But right now, let’s eat and I’ll fill you in on more details.” All Val could do was nod and sit at the kitchen table, wondering how he was supposed to concentrate when the only thing his brain wanted to focus on was being caught by this man. Wyatt retrieved his briefcase, which he’d left sitting near the kitchen door. He sat back down and opened the case, pulled a thick folder out, and set it on the table between them. “I was wrong when I said the Nottings were in the wrong place at the wrong time and that they were innocent victims,” Wyatt said.  Run for the Roses is available in eBook, paperback
and in Kindle Unlimited. Get your copy today!  This week's snippet is from Whiskey and Moonshine which is on sale for $2.99 (eBook). It's also available in paperback and in Kindle Unlimited.  For a few horrifying seconds, Mal thought the lights, the audience, the whole thing had caused Colt to freeze. He looked a bit overwhelmed and shell-shocked. Stopping just outside the curtain he’d walked through from backstage, Colt looked around. Audrey grabbed Mal’s hand, sucked in a breath, and dug her fingernails into his palm. Mal was so focused on Colt he didn’t think to pry her loose. After a quick handshake, Jimmy patted Colt’s shoulder and said, “It’s great to meet you. Big fan of your product.” He leaned in and said something in Colt’s ear that made him smile. It was the man’s job to put people at ease, but his closeness to Colt gave Mal a pang of jealousy. In the next second, Colt’s entire demeanor changed. His shoulders and face relaxed, his stance became overall less rigid, and he flashed a brilliant smile at the audience. Read more snippets on the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.
 My Tuesday Teaser this week is from my erotic thriller, For the Long Run! “Sshh… take it easy. No one got hit or shoved around?” The “’cause I’ll kill the bastard” Eric managed to swallow back down. Jay must have shaken his head—Eric heard the rustle of what was probably Jay’s hair against his pillow before Jay said, “No. We’re both okay. He just yelled and screamed. My mom is really upset. I can’t leave her, and she’d be embarrassed—” “I know. It’s okay. But, Jay, if he comes back, you call me. These things, when a couple splits up, they can get nasty really fast. Shit happens people think their families will never do, believe me.” “You don’t have to—” “Jason, promise me!” Eric barked. “I promise.” “Go get a shower and some sleep. I’ll have my phone. Call me if you need anything. I’m here. Tell your mom if he gives her trouble when she goes home to call the cops and then us. I’ve seen it too much, Jay. You mix hurt feelings, divorce, quick tempers, and booze, and trust me when I say tragic things can and often do happen.” “You don’t think he’d do anything to her, do you?” “I’d like to think he wouldn’t. But I’ve seen cases where the meekest people turn into rabid tigers and get very unpredictable. Tomorrow after he’s sobered up and calmed down, I’m sure he’ll be more reasonable. For now, it’s just best everyone stay away from everyone else. If there is any trouble there tonight, call me. I’ll be there.” “My white knight in shining armor and all.” Jay sounded more relaxed. “And don’t you forget it,” Eric said, dropping his voice. “I saw Kellie hold your hand and kiss your cheek, not to mention the fact I’m sleeping alone tonight. Repercussions.” Jay wuffed out a short laugh. “Oh God, I hope so.”  For the Long Run is available in eBook, paperback
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