Mary Rundle has a new MM paranormal romance out, Blackwood Pack book 12: Lord Manetu. And there's a giveaway. This is part of a continuing series by Amazon Bestselling Author, Mary Rundle – reading the previous titles is advised. Readers will enjoy catching up with members of the Blackwood Pack and reading about what is happening to them as the pack does what it does best ̶ caring for one another and helping shifters everywhere. Barely surviving Arald’s prison, Theo’s luck has finally changed. Discovering an unknown passion for cooking, he’s settled into his new life with his fiancé at the Blackwood Pack. He’s excited about tying the knot with Norm in the company of all their friends. It’s everything Norm promised him during their bleakest days of incarceration and he doesn’t think he can be any happier. Waking up at Arald’s, Norm's sole mission in life is to help his Fated Mate, Theo, survive the horrors inflicted on them both. Now free, he sets about to make all of Theo’s dreams come true, including the most important one, the cub his mate so dearly wants. Smokey heads North to pick up Kevin’s parents and deliver them to the Blackwood Pack before hurrying back to LA. Easy-peasy…right? That’s what Smokey thinks but then, what is supposed to be a simple mission, turns into a race to avoid human hunters who have already shot Kevin’s father. Using his skills honed as a secret agent, Smokey manages to elude the hunters, heal the father’s wound and then successfully transport them to safety only to find the Fates have a surprise waiting for him. After a series of misunderstandings and then with some help from Jackson, the pack’s Alpha, Theo and Norm finally accept Smokey as their mate and set upon a journey to unite the three of them. Discovering truths about their past lives leads to uncovering long-kept secrets that end up bonding Theo, Norm and Smokey together, giving each more love and happiness than they ever knew existed. Astounding surprises, rare and unique gifts, an action-packed mission, and many unexpected twists and turns make this passionate love story by Mary Rundle impossible to put down once you’ve read the first page. Get It On AmazonGiveaway Mary is giving away a $50 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47292/ Excerpt Peering into the underbrush to his left, Smokey found the glowing eyes of Ivan’s mountain lion staring back at him, waiting for the signal to attack. Then swiveling his head to the right, he found a pair of gleaming wolf eyes focused on him. Satisfied, he looked up through the branches of some huge pine trees, searching for Hawkeye, but the sky was empty. Huffing quietly, he turned his attention back to the three men in front of the cave where Kevin’s parents were holed up. Studying his preys’ body language, he deduced that the man on the left was the leader, while the other two were carrying out his orders. Gesturing with one of his paws to Ivan, Smokey pointed out the man he was going to kill. Ivan nodded, impressed by the giant paw with razor sharp claws. Suddenly a hoarse screech broke the silence as a Red-Tail Hawk dive bombed the clearing at the mouth of the cave, causing the men surrounding it to scatter and duck. Before they could recover, a thunderous roar froze them in place. Smokey’s bear rushed forward, his paw aimed at the leader, his four-inch claws easily piercing the man’s back. Ignoring the ear-splitting scream of pain, he clutched his prize then, pausing for a moment, he tore the man’s heart out. Swinging around, he saw Ivan’s mountain lion momentarily incapacitated by bear spray. Smokey’s eyes glowed red with anger as he aimed a paw at the man with the spray, his claws sinking deep into his stomach, eviscerating him. Scooping out his victim’s guts and scattering them on the ground, he then moved on to the next target. Though all three men had now been killed, Smokey’s bear was still in a frenzy. Anger pulsed through him, demanding further revenge against those who dared hurt Kevin’s parents. Lifting up his head, Smokey’s bear roared again, silencing the forest as he broadcast his displeasure. Finally, after several more bellows, Smokey forced his bear into a shift and reclaimed his human form, his body still filled with adrenaline. Opening and closing his fists, Smokey slowed his breathing, calming himself. Standing in the clearing, he surveyed the bloody scene before turning to Ivan. “Anyone injured?” Smirking, Ivan’s eyes lingered on the bodies of the men lying on the ground. “I’m assuming you don’t mean them. In that case, nope, other than a few scratches, everyone’s fine.” “Smartass!” Before Smokey could say more, he heard Elen calling his name. Whirling around, he ran toward the cave, his gut tightening at the sound of panic in her voice. Once inside, he blinked several times until his eyes adjusted to the darkness, then spying Elen kneeling next to Harte, he rushed over to her. Dropping down beside her, he asked, “What happened?” “He’s been shot and I can’t stop the bleeding, Gabriel.” “Lemme see.” After Elen removed her hand from the blood-soaked cloth, Smokey gently lifted it, inhaling sharply at the still-bleeding wound. With the amount of blood Harte was losing, it was impossible for him to be moved. Replacing the bandage quickly, he said, “Here, press down as hard as you can.” “Gabe, he needs to shift now. His heart has already stopped once.” “I know…” Lifting his right hand, he extended a claw before cutting open his left wrist. Waiting a second until blood flowed from the wound, he put the open cut tightly against Harte’s mouth. “C’mon Harte…drink,” he muttered. “Will it work?” asked Elen, trying to hide her fear. “I don’t know…he’s weak.” Reaching down, with his right hand, he pinched Harte’s nose closed, hoping the lack of air would cause him to open his mouth. Waiting for Harte’s survival instinct to kick in felt like hours for Smokey, who was running through other options in his mind. But suddenly he felt a tugging at the cut as Harte started swallowing his blood. Removing his fingers from the man’s nose, Smokey was relieved to see the rise and fall of Harte’s chest as his breathing became steady. Harte drank for several minutes before Smokey gently pulled his wrist away, licking his cut to seal it. “That should be enough for it to work,” he murmured, leaving the part ‘if it’s gonna work’ unsaid. There wasn’t any reason to stress out Elen anymore than she already was, especially since she was critical to her husband’s survival. Glancing at the man she regarded as her second son, Elen softly said, “Thank you for coming, Gabriel.” “No thanks needed,” Smokey smiled. “Kevin would kick my ass if I hadn’t.” A shadow passed over Elen’s face at the mention of her son. “You haven’t found him yet.” Placing his large hand over Elen’s delicate fingers, Smokey squeezed lightly. “No, but I will…promise.” Author Bio A few years ago, I wrote my first book, Dire Warning. Readers loved it and I was on my way to chronicle the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates—stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure and, of course, happy endings. Since then, the pack has expanded, allowing more stories to be told and different paranormals to be included. The series has become, as one reader described it…an “Epic Saga.” Now, twelve books later, Lord Manetu, has just been published. I love the M/M paranormal genre because it gives my imagination a lot of territory in which to roam. My mind can really run wild and come up with some amazing stuff when it doesn’t have to stay inside the box. My story ideas come to me as if they were being channeled by my characters, all of whom I love (except for a few villains). They are eager to recount their lives, loves and adventures, and are not reluctant to let it all out when it comes to revealing steamy details. My writing style is free-wheeling and uninhibited and my readers tell me they love it that way; that it makes them feel like they’re right in on the action and a member of the Blackwood Pack. I live in the Northeast and love the beautiful change of seasons, my husband, and our quirky calico cat, though not necessarily in that order. I read a lot (good for the mind) and love gardening (good for the soul). And I’m always happy to hear from my readers and can be reached through Facebook, my private Facebook Group, Twitter, Instagram, or my website. Author Website: http://www.maryrundle.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/maryrundle69 Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/maryrundleauthor/ Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/maryrundle69 Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14246427.Mary_Rundle Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/mary-rundle/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/maryrundle RELEASE BLITZ Book Title: Don’t Mess With The Ex Author: DJ Jamison Publisher: Must Love Books LLC Cover Artist: Morningstar Ashley Release Date: July 20, 2023 Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, small-town romance Tropes: Secret husband, second chance romance, fake relationship, forced proximity Themes: Rekindling old love, being true partners, standing together, fighting for love Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 86 000 words It is book 2 in the Rules We Break series, but it can be read as a standalone. It does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited Universal Link | Amazon US | Amazon UK For years, I've lived by one rule: Don't Mess With The Ex. Blurb For years, I've lived by one simple rule: Don't Mess With The Ex. Excerpt When Laurie and I got married the first time, it had been a speedy elopement at a courthouse. I hadn’t cared, beyond a flicker of guilt that my mother would be disappointed. I’d never been one to want a lot of fanfare. But seeing everyone come together for us—everyone believing in us—made my stomach flip with a mix of nerves and excitement. Laurie and I are just beginning to get to know each other again, I reminded myself. All of this is a performance. But it didn’t feel that way, especially when my mother stood and raised a plastic glass filled with champagne. “To Tucker and Laurie! I’m so glad you boys have found your way back to each other. I don’t have to tell you to treasure each day together after nearly twenty years apart.” LeRoy called from the crowd, “Imagine the fun of making up for all that lost time though!” Everyone laughed, and I turned toward Laurie, a joke poised on my lips. The words evaporated and my heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. The man’s smile was fucking magic, his eyes glowing with promise. This wedding reception might be for show, but I hoped we’d be enjoying a hell of a wedding night anyway, because I was done fighting this pull between us. My mother scolded us playfully. “I know I don’t have to tell you two to never get married in secret again,” she said, wagging a playful finger at us. “You’re just lucky Laurie is such a delight, or I’d really be in a tizzy.” “She was in a total tizzy,” my dad called out. “Don’t let her fool you! I heard about it for a solid week!” My mother waved him off, wrapping up the speech with something a little more heartfelt. “I’m so happy to be able to celebrate this night with you, Tucker. And you too, Laurie. I’m so happy to witness this new chapter for the both of you and to see you looking so happy.” She lifted her cup again. “Let’s all drink to the next twenty years that Tucker and Laurie will spend side by side as true partners. I know you two are taking it a day at a time, and that’s good. It’s how all the best marriages work. I have no doubt, seeing you together like this, that you’ve got a very happy life ahead.” We all dutifully sipped our champagne. The ringing of a bell sounded, followed by the chant of “Kiss kiss kiss.” Well, hell, I wanted to kiss him anyway. I wanted to kiss him every minute of every day. I always had, since the very first moment I saw him on Hunter’s lawn, but now I could finally give in to the craving. I leaned in, brushing his lips with mine—and even with the whole room watching—sparks shot through me and I had to fight the desire to deepen the kiss. Laurie caressed my jaw, his touch so loving and sensual I wanted to drag him beneath the table right here. “Awww,” my sister crooned, rudely interrupting our moment. “Aren’t you two just sickening?” I pulled away with a little laugh and shot her a mock glare. “Jealous?” She glanced at Laurie. “Well, to be honest, a little. Laurie is one fine man.” “Hey!” Her husband, Rusty, wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. “Maybe we’ve been together all fifteen years of our marriage, but don’t even think about trading me in for a flashier model.” She turned a killer grin on him. “Just making sure you appreciate me.” “I could help with that.” Wes Potter strolled up, a flirtatious smile on his handsome face. He usually wore grass-stained jeans and faded T-shirts, but he’d cleaned up fucking nice in a suit that molded to his muscled arms and chest. “Care to dance, Julie?” His stepbrother, Beckett, was a step behind him, a scowl on his cute, freckled face. “Don’t the grooms get the first dance?” Wes turned with a shit-eating grin. “My bad. Laurie, care to dance?” Laurie tilted his head, gaze panning up and down Wes’s fine form, while Beckett looked skyward and shook his head, as if he was not the least bit surprised by Wes’s shit-stirring. “Don’t even think about it,” I practically growled as I pushed my chair back and grabbed Laurie’s hand. “He’s dancing with me.” Laurie chuckled good-naturedly, allowing me to drag him around the table. “I’ll have to send Wes a thank-you card.” “For inviting you to dance?” I asked in disbelief. “No,” he said, smiling up at me as we took our position on the dance floor. “For making you jealous enough to go all caveman on me.” “Shit, sorry,” I said, glancing around self-consciously. “I might have let all this go to my head.” Laurie took hold of my jaw, guiding my gaze back to him. “All of this?” “The celebrating, the toasts, the congratulations. It feels…” “Real?” I nodded. Laurie leaned in to brush a kiss to my cheek. “For me, it is.” “Laurie…” He wrapped his arms around my neck, pressing close, and spoke in my ear. “No, listen. I know we’re starting over and you’re not ready to make any promises. But we didn’t get this the first time, and…maybe we deserve to enjoy it. Just a little? What do you think?” I gazed into his eyes, full of love for me. Full of understanding too. I was still a little afraid, taking this step, but Laurie knew where I stood. He accepted me and my reservations gracefully, just as he’d accepted my rejection, as flimsy as it was. Every step of the way, Laurie took me as I was, I realized, and was grateful for whatever I offered. And it was time I offered honesty. He deserved that much. “Let’s enjoy it,” I agreed, dipping my head to kiss him. “I want to enjoy every moment we have together from now on.” “Good, then go fucking caveman over me anytime you feel the urge,” he said, eyes hot. “Don’t hold back anymore. Please.” The note of desperation in that plea nearly did me in. The reception was far from over, and all I wanted was to get this man alone and finally relearn the lean, gorgeous body that I’d once known so well. About the Author DJ Jamison writes romances about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie. Social Media Links Blog/Website | Facebook | Facebook Group | Twitter Instagram | Newsletter Sign-up | KoFi for bonus content | BookBub Giveaway Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card CC Bridges has a new MM contemporary romance out: Better Latte Than Never. And there's a giveaway. Finn's love stories always end in death. He's made millions writing as author Morgan Heart and his fans can't get enough of his tragic love stories. But a bad breakup results in a killer case of writer's block, and Finn needs to try something drastic to fix it, like. . .going to a coffee shop to write. There's got to be a reason it's a cliche, and in his world, cliches sell. He shouldn't be flirting with the hot, younger barista. He shouldn't be using said beautiful barista as another character to kill off in his new book. And he sure as hell shouldn't be getting his heart involved, especially since he's still keeping his real identity secret. Working at his aunt's coffee shop is a temporary thing. . . that's been going on for eight years now. One day soon Enzo is finally going to make it big with his art and move on. But when Finn walks into the cafe - confident, mature, put together, everything Enzo is not - he can't help developing a huge crush, even if Finn is a customer. As their relationship deepens, Finn's deceptions and Enzo's insecurities threaten to undermine everything they are starting to build together. If they can each confront their inner demons, then Finn might be writing a happy ending for the first time in his life. Better Latte Than Never is an m/m age gap, coffee shop romance featuring a slow burn attraction that grows steamier than an espresso machine. Warnings: Mention of partner betrayal, death of character's parents in the past Universal Buy LinkGiveaway CC is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47291/ Excerpt Yeah, the cafe was so damn predictable. Except for this new guy. Enzo downed his cake and tossed the plate into the trash. He should really square up with his aunt before she left for the day. Still. What if the guy left before Enzo could say anything? He’d make his rounds with the regulars after, but right now, Enzo couldn’t contain his curiosity about the stranger. He threw on his apron and sauntered over to the corner where the stranger sat half-hidden behind a laptop. If this went wrong, Enzo could claim he’d come over to offer a refill. Not to, you know, see if the guy’s smoldering look when Enzo had walked in the door meant anything. “Hey.” Enzo cleared his throat. “Thanks for coming to my birthday party.” The guy looked up from his computer, those gorgeous eyes moving slowly upward in a way that made Enzo want to blush. His jaw was straight and covered with a smattering of stubble. Enzo wanted to rub his hands along it and enjoy the feel of the soft roughness against his fingertips...and in other places. There was an adorable sprinkle of freckles across his sloped nose. But his lips—perfect and pink and a bit too full for a man—were what made Enzo’s thoughts move straight into the gutter. “It was my pleasure. Enzo, right? I’m Finn.” He held out his hand. Enzo took it, squeezing tightly. Finn had a firm handshake, but his palm was soft and warm against Enzo’s. When he pulled away, Enzo curled his hand into a fist, wanting to savor that feeling. “Finn? Is that a nickname?” “It’s short for Finnegan.” “Ah, a nice Italian name.” Enzo grinned and, happily, Finn laughed at his joke. “What brings you to our cafe?” He winced at how terrible that sounded. Apparently Enzo completely forgot how to flirt when it was a customer he thought was hot. He could charm the old ladies like nobody’s business, but a cute guy? Nope. Finn nodded at his laptop. “Came for the Wi-Fi and stayed for the coffee. And then the surprise party.” He picked up his fork and stabbed the last piece of cake left on his plate. “This cake is amazing.” “Everything my aunt bakes is amazing.” Enzo watched the bit of chocolate make its way to Finn’s mouth and the sensual way his lips closed around the metal of the fork. That shouldn’t be turning Enzo on right now, but God, if he didn’t want to follow that piece of cake with his own tongue against Finn’s lips. “So what do you make that’s amazing?” Finn asked with a wink, and that was when Enzo knew they were in business, or at least on the same wavelength. He could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks. “I don’t bake, but I do brew a mean cup of espresso.” “I’d love to have a taste.” “You’ve got—” Enzo gestured to his own face. A smear of chocolate had found its way to Finn’s chin. “Here.” He picked up a napkin from the table and brushed it away. Finn took the napkin, his fingers tangling with Enzo’s for a moment. His eyes were smoldering. “Thank you.” Author Bio CC Bridges spent her childhood visiting other worlds in books, comics, and the starship Enterprise. It's no surprise that she ended up a librarian, being surrounded by the books she loves so much. She writes about amazing worlds with honorable heroes. Her hobbies include paying money to get locked in a room for an hour so she can solve puzzles to escape, along with the aforementioned reading. She lives with her husband and son on the Jersey Shore. She is currently pursuing an MFA from Southern New Hampshire University Author Website: https://www.ccbridges.net Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/ccbridgeswriter Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/ccbridges10 Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ccbridgesauthor/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2780312.C_C_Bridges Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/cc-bridges/ RELEASE BLITZ Book Title: Inhale Author: D.P. Denman Cover Artist: AJ Corza Release Date: July 20, 2023 Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance Tropes: damaged lead finds love, professional model, learning to love again, blackmail, voyeur, private investigator stories Heat Rating: 3 flames Length: 75 000 words/ 300 pages It is a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited What can you do when love takes you by surprise? Just breathe. Blurb Cole Rinne is a model with an impossible problem. An invasion of his privacy ends up in the hands of a blackmailer and the details could go public any day. His only hope is to ditch the spotlight and hide in the shadows. Then he meets someone with a solution. Gage Marx is a PI who specializes in impossible problems. He's used to solving the unsolvable. The only thing he's ever declared a lost cause is himself. From the start, Cole's case holds more surprises than Gage expects. The most shocking is that for the first time in over a year, Gage’s broken heart is showing signs of life. Their plan to wade slowly into love comes apart when an unexpected opportunity threatens to turn it all into a long-distance relationship. Will occasional reunions be enough to keep them together or will their separate careers tear them apart? Excerpt Gage woke to the jostling of his mattress. The shadowed figure at the end of the bed had him up from his pillow in an instant. He fumbled for the light on the nightstand, his heart hammering. One hundred watts burst into the room and Gage dropped his head back, breathing to the ceiling. Cole sat at the end of the bed, still in his rumpled clothes. "You scared the shit out of me," Gage told him. "Sorry." Cole slumped. The misery on his face silenced the rest of Gage's lecture. "It's okay." "I couldn't sleep. I keep thinking about everything. I feel so…." Cole's face twisted into a smudge of anger and sadness. "Violated?" Gage supplied when it was apparent Cole couldn't come up with the words. "That." Cole nodded. "Betrayed? Pissed?" Cole kept nodding until the last word. "Oh, I passed pissed an hour ago. I'm whatever you are when you reach the molten lava stage. If I thought it would make me feel any better, I'd ask for a meeting so I could spit in his face." "I don't blame you." Gage leaned against the headboard. "I also don't want to be alone." Cole looked at him, sad green eyes and crooked eyebrows asking permission. Gage stared back, searching Cole's face for a lust-inspired ploy to get into his bed. He didn't find one. "Why don't you sleep in here?" Gage offered. It was a mistake, and he knew it. There would be no way to maintain any kind of boundary after a night together, even if all they did was sleep. The alternative was to send Cole back to the couch alone, where he would sit in the dark, ruminating over the betrayal. Gage would stare at the ceiling over his bed, imagining him doing it. He'd end up back on the couch, holding Cole and watching infomercials until one of them fell asleep again. "Thank you." Cole climbed under the covers and nestled into the empty pillow. Gage turned off the light and settled back where he'd been, pretending he could see Cole on the other half of the bed until his eyes adjusted and Cole returned to a shadowed form beside him. They stared at each other for a moment. "I know you have your rules," Cole said quietly, "and I still want you working my case. I also think I want you as something more than that." "Are you sure it's not because you're feeling vulnerable? I don't want to take advantage of you not having anyone else to talk to." Cole reached out and rested a hand on his arm. "I'm not sure of anything, but I know what I'm starting to feel, and I'm pretty sure I know why. It's more than the case." Gage covered Cole's hand, caressing his knuckles, using touch to mask the silence. It was more than the goal of maintaining a professional distance. He didn't think he was ready for a physical relationship. Not yet. Not in that house with a room full of similar memories right across the hall. "Is there a way to make that happen?" Cole asked. "Assuming you want to." The question wasn't new. Gage had already wasted hours thinking about what he would do if Cole kissed him again, digging for loopholes he could bend his ethics around. His only solution was to hand the investigation off to someone who would let him stick his nose back in it at will. No one could fault him for keeping an eye on a situation that affected a man he was dating. "I could let the law firm take over. They'll be doing most of the work on it from now on, anyway." "I don't want to take money away from you just so I can date you." "I have other clients." "People put lawyers on retainer, right? What if I do that with you?" "I would hope you don't have things like this happening often enough to be worth that." "This would be so much easier if you were a bodyguard or something." "They aren't supposed to get involved with clients either." "FBI agent?" "Nope." "Federal Marshall?" "Sorry." "Bounty hunter?" "Sure, if you didn't mind me hauling you in for skipping bail anyway. Otherwise, I'd be aiding a fugitive." "This is much sexier in the movies." Gage smiled. "That's why they call it fiction." About the Author Award-winning author DP Denman wrote her first short story when she was eight and has been crafting fictional adventures ever since! You can usually find her with a cup of coffee in hand, contemplating her next story. A covert romantic, she writes addictive, character-driven gay romance about damaged people who find the strength to put their lives back together. Her stories are gripping and dramatic -- guaranteed to hold you hostage to the last word! Social Media Links Blog/Website | Facebook | Pinterest | Newsletter Sign-Up Instagram | BookBub | Lemon8 | Amazon Page Lucas shook himself, sending water droplets spraying across the area. Forge threw his phone to the dock, stumbled to the edge, then dropped into the water, bobbing up and down, running one hand through his hair. The dust spread out around him and mingled with drops of blood. He ducked under the water and came up a few feet away. Lucas reverted to his completely human self and ran forward, grabbed Forge’s hand, and yanked him out of the water. “I’m shot!” “Quit your whining. It won’t kill you,” Lucas said. He scooped up his shirt and pressed it to Forge’s shoulder. “Ow!” Forge bellowed. “Where is that asshole?” “He left.” Lucas sat back, snatched his jeans, and shimmied into them. “And you let him?” “Yes!” Lucas yelled. “He had more wolfsbane and a silver-edged knife as well as a gun.” He took a few deep breaths. “You’ll catch him; you always do. I wasn’t going to risk him doing more damage. He’s on a motorcycle, which was probably hidden.” Lucas’s phone chimed, and Forge’s phone played the sixties Batman theme. Pulling his phone out, Lucas held it up to his ear and said, “I’m fine. The big guy is fine too.” “I’m shot,” Forge shouted. “It hurts!” Lucas scooted back a few feet and smiled when Declan said, “If he can yell like that, you’re both good.” Lucas grabbed Forge’s phone and tossed it to him. “And now I’m soaking wet, too,” Forge said. He rested his phone on his knee. Taking a deep breath, he spoke more calmly. “Really, Blair, we’re both okay. We’ll give you guys a call if we need help or a ride.” Lucas stood up and pocketed his phone again. He held out his hand to Forge and helped him up. “Lemme see that.” He took his shirt away and looked more closely at Forge’s shoulder. “It went through.” Forge twisted around. “I was over here.” He moved to the spot he’d been standing in when the gun had discharged. “What’s a werewolf from Scotland doing here?” “Besides shooting me?” Forge paced closer to the wall behind him. “Yeah, and why did he shoot you? He had to know it wouldn’t do much good.” “Diversion?” Forge was running his fingertips over the wall. “Can you dig this out?” “Did you find it?” Lucas followed Forge. He extended his claws and used one to pluck a bullet from the wall. Claws retracted into fingers again, he held his hand out palm up. “Thanks,” Forge stuffed the bullet into his pocket. “We need to ask a few vampires a few questions, I think.” Lucas spotted the odd little flakes he’d found and dropped earlier. He bent and picked them up. “Look at these.” “What are they?” “I don’t know,” Lucas said and shook his head. “They were stuck in the hull of the boat. They must have some kind of autoluminous property since it was dark under there and they shimmered.” He tilted his hand side to side. “They remind me of scales.” The flat, oblong objects changed color as Lucas moved them. He and Forge looked at each other. Lucas stuffed the objects into his pocket. Forge pulled in a deep breath, took his phone out again, and placed a call. “You alone?” Forge waited a few moments before continuing, “Grab Declan and we’ll meet you in Lucas’s lab at the station.” He disconnected, pocketed the phone, and nodded at Lucas. Code Name Jack Rabbit is available in eBook, paperback
and through Kindle Unlimited. 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 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. There are many more snippets to read in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Electric Candle is available in eBook, paperback
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.
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