Cover Reveal! Unexpected Powers

 

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Synopsis

Unexpected, Book Four

Ash’s life hasn’t been the best so far. Mated to a man he hates, he resigns himself to his fate of being abused. When his mate kidnaps the highly pregnant Alex, they become friends, and to Ash’s surprise, Alex’s rescuer saves him as well. Now he can start a new life, but it’s going to be a lonely one, due to his visible and invisible scars.

D didn’t seek out a man, but one look at Ash and he’s head over heels in love. But Ash needs to work through his issues before he can see D’s love for him. Slowly, Ash learns to trust D, but with their growing feelings, other strange phenomena appear. What’s up with lights turning on without Ash touching the switch and doors opening on their own? Is something dangerous happening and threatening their blossoming love? Or is it something else altogether?

Pre-order Links:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0711P432H/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0711P432H/

Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B0711P432H/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0711P432H/

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Excerpt

The door opened and a nurse stuck her head inside. “I’m sorry, but you have to leave in a couple of minutes. Visiting time is over. He needs his rest now. You can come back tomorrow.” She smiled.

D nodded. “Thank you. Give me just a second, okay? Then I’ll be gone.”

“Of course.” She closed the door behind herself, leaving them alone.

D slowly extended his hand and ran the tips of his fingers over Ash’s white cheek as he whispered, “Please, if you can hear me, come back to us. You’re free now. We brought you to safety, and if you wake up now, you can start a new life.”

He sighed. It was useless. Either Ash would make it, or he wouldn’t. If the damage was too extensive, then good words wouldn’t help either. But D refused to think of it that way. Ash would make it through. Period.

With a last longing look to the bed, D stood, stretched his back, winced at the pain running through his arm, and stepped toward the door. He’d be back tomorrow to see how Ash was doing.

He bit back a yawn. First, he needed a nap, though. His phone beeped, alerting him of an incoming text. D pulled it out of his pocket and opened the message from Anthony: Alex made it through surgery and he and the baby are well.

He smiled. It would’ve devastated them all if Alex or the baby would’ve died. D sent a quick text to Sam, congratulating him, and then he left the intensive care unit of the small private clinic. Thank the heavens for Dr. Brown. Without him and his hospital for paranormals and vampires, neither Alex nor Ash would’ve had a chance of surviving the night.

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Chris McHart lives in Germany, with her husband, slave, Dom, partner in crime, and muse (all in one person, not even she’s that kinky!). She loves her husband, men in kilts and Scotch Whisky. Her idea of a perfect evening is to curl up with her laptop and write (the other options are not suitable to post in public).

Visit her blog or friend her on Facebook, where you can join her author group.

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Chechnya Crisis blog tour and auction #chechenrainbow #LGBT #chechnya #chechen

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When I first heard about the horror taking place in Chechnya I was appalled and fearful. How could this possibly be happening in the modern world? Didn’t we learn anything from the past? I felt helpless. What could one person do to make a difference. That’s when I saw the post below by Dale Cameron Lowry. This! Right here. This is a way, as a writer and fellow human being, that I can help. Please visit our Auction Page and see if there is an item you’d like to bid on. Or there are many other ways Dale lists if you’d like to be involved in saving the lives of these precious men.

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By Dale Cameron Lowry with J. Scott Coatsworth and Laura Baumbach

 

When the news started coming out of Chechnya about the organized police campaign of torture, imprisonment and murder being conducted against men perceived to be gay, it hit me hard.

 

Growing up in the Netherlands just a few decades after World War II, I learned to dread authoritarianism and genocide — authoritarianism’s frequent offspring — early on in life. On school and family outings we visited houses with secret rooms where families had provided refuge to Jews as they sought to escape Occupied Europe. Every summer, we would drive through northern Germany to see my cousins, and my mom would announce the sites of former concentration camps we passed along the way.

 

I felt compelled to do something about the situation in Chechnya — but what? How could I possibly help from the other side of the world?

 

I started talking about the topic with other LGBT authors. Fantasy author Olivia Helling volunteered to organize a charity auction. Over the next week or so, the idea grew into an effort that now includes three dozen writers, publishers, and other book people. We call ourselves Readers & Writers for LGBT Chechens. We raise money for human rights organizations working with LGBT people in Chechnya and the Russian Federation (which Chechnya is a part of) in a few ways:

 

  1. Scott Coatsworth, who is participating in Readers & Writers for LGBT Chechens as an author and through his online book directory QueeRomance Ink, talks about her motivations for getting involved: “I first heard about what was going on in Chechnya a couple weeks ago. In Nazi Germany, they came for the gays and no one complained. I never thought I would see something like that in my lifetime, and yet here we are. As my friend SA Collins just reminded us, Silence = Death. I will not be silent this time.”

 

Erotic romance author Laura Baumback adds, “I got involved in Readers & Writers for LGBT Chechens because that acceptance and respect extends to the world, not just my little corner of it. Love is too precious to be destroyed by hatred and intolerance.”

 

Ways to Get Involved

 

Authors, Publishers and Artists

If you’re an author or artist who would like help out, please sign up at Authors & Publishers for LGBT Chechens. There, you can also find answers to frequently asked questions, royalty donations, the charitable organizations that are helping LGBT Chechens, and more.

 

Readers

If you are a reader who would like to learn more about the situation in Chechnya — including news updates and how to make a direct donation to a designated charity, buy a book from a participating author, or support the auction — please visit Readers & Writers for LGBT Chechens.

 

Facebook

Please RSVP to our Facebook event and invite friends. It’s a great way to keep up-to-date. https://www.facebook.com/events/286004325144634/

 

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Dale Cameron Lowry (Twitter: @daleclowry) is a romance and speculative fiction writer living in the Upper Midwest with a partner and three cats. Queer Mormons, immigrants and emigrants, people with disabilities, multilingual folks, and others who spend their lives navigating multiple cultures often appear in Dale’s writing.

 

  1. Scott Coatsworth (Twitter: @jscoatsworth) was 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 all the people like him were. He decided that if there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends. He runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that celebrate fiction that reflects queer reality.

 

Proclaimed by Rolling Stone Magazine as ‘a pioneer of the M/M romance genre’, Laura Baumbach is the best-selling author of short stories, novellas, novels and screenplays. She is the founder of Rainbow Romance, the only Romance Writers of America chapter for GLBT romance authors, and the owner of ManLoveRomance Press (Twitter: @MLRPress), a small publishing house that specializes in m/m erotic romance, mystery and fiction. 
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Readers & Writers for LGBT Chechens auction! #chechenrainbow #LGBT

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Gay and bi men are under attack in Chechnya, part of the Russian Federation. The Washington Post reports that the government is rounding them up in torture camps, with at least 100 arrests and three deaths. The need to evacuate vulnerable Chechens is urgent.

Writers & artists have joined together to raise funds for the Russian LGBT Network, ILGA-Europe and Rainbow Railroad, which are helping LGBT Chechens escape to safety.
Would you like to help? You can bid at the on-line Auction May 5-13 where authors have donated books and services.

AUCTION

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How to prepare for a writing festival (and get the most out of it) by Lisa Ohlen Harris

An informative post! Just what I needed to hear.

LisaAdviceI attended my first writing conference in Houston back in 2005. I prepared carefully (though in retrospect, foolishly) by printing out three or four copies of an essay I hoped to publish. I might meet an editor, I thought. That editor might ask me what I write. Surely the editor would want to publish me. And this might happen multiple times.

Oh, brother.

Long-story-short, I brought every manuscript page back home with me from that conference, too wrinkled for anything but the recycling bin. In fact, I really hadn’t prepared for the conference at all. I had prepared to promote myself. That’s it.

I hadn’t read the speaker bios, and I embarrassed myself badly by coming up to American Book Award winner Thomas Lynch and asking him what he wrote and how long he’d been writing. I bought a book by keynote speaker Kathleen Norris but didn’t ask her to…

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Me Lucky Day! #flashfic #StPatricksDay

marcel 10“That will cost ye.”

Teri’s gaze shot up from the gurgling spring and he gaped at the figure sitting not two paces from him. A man, but something more, a beautiful, terrible presence.

“Who are you?” he managed to whisper, fear clutching his throat. His heart slammed against his ribs. The guy was breathtaking, but he hadn’t been sitting there seconds ago.

“Answer me question first. Ye are…”

Teri wanted to answer, but the wicked mischief dancing in the brilliant green eyes distracted him. He forgot how to form words. Heat flushed through him, equal parts embarrassment and attraction as the full lips lifted in a sensual smile.

“Ye been following me rainbow all day. Now ye drink from me spring. Will ye be after me pot o’ gold next?”

“Gold?” Teri ran a hand over his face. Had he been bewitched? Was the water enchanted? Yes, he had been following the rainbow, but it didn’t—

Dazzling color flashed in the sky behind the creature, the rainbow’s end. Teri scrambled to his feet and the man rose also, standing much too close for his comfort. Heat from its body wrapped around Teri and he felt suddenly, deliciously trapped.

“It’s me lucky day,” the man drawled, and bent to whisper in Teri’s ear, his voice a caress. “I’ve caught ye and now ye must grant me wish.”

Teri’s mind raced. He tried to recall everything he’d read about leprechauns. “That’s not quite right. You owe me three wishes.”

A warm breath feathered against his cheek. “Wrong, me darlin’. Ye didn’t catch me. Yield to me. Grant me wish.”

Teri swallowed, mouth gone dry.  “What is it?”

The creature dropped his bright gaze. “See, it’s me shoes…”

“What?” Teri looked down. The man wore a pair of sturdy leather boots, slightly scuffed. “They look fine to me.”

The leprechaun shook his head, his expression woeful. His shoulders slumped. “No. They’re terrible dangerous. Soles come loose and I’ve lost me wee hammer to fix them. “He slid a glance at Teri, a gleam in the green eyes.  “If ye could be seeing your way to loaning me your boots… I can go find me tool. Won’t be going further than yonder hill.”

Teri glanced over the glen to the hillock he’d crossed earlier. It wasn’t very far, and yet… He looked back quickly at the leprechaun. The man met his gaze with wide, guileless eyes, framed by the thickest lashes, scraps of lace against the lightly freckled skin. The green gems blinked, captivating Teri. Warning bells sounded in his head, muffled by the pounding of his heart. Surely one so beautiful couldn’t mean him harm?

“No Faery tricks?” he asked, giving in with a sigh when the leprechaun looked offended. Heat flooded his face when the creature knelt and undid the laces, pulling off Teri’s boots.

Quick as a wink, his own were off and he stomped into Teri’s, a delighted smile touching his full lips. “Perfect fit! Thank ye, darlin’.”

Teri watched, nonplussed, as the leprechaun sauntered off with his boots.

“You’ll come back?” he called after the retreating figure. The leprechaun lifted a hand. Teri watched the lowering sun with trepidation. Shadows crawled across the glen, and when dusk settled its blanket across the sky without the creature’s return, he sighed and pulled on the leprechaun’s boots. Just his luck, they fit like a second skin.

But then the world gave a funny lurch under him. Colors burst around him, everything becoming sharper, brighter. He smelled moss and damp earth and the heather on the far side of the glen. Crickets chirped, a bee buzzed lazily, the air tasted crisp and pure.  The world tilted. Dizzy, Teri swayed, stomach rolling, senses overwhelmed. What did it mean?

His ears popped and the world righted itself around him. A rainbow painted the sky, touched by the last rays of the setting sun.

“Oh yes, me pot o’ gold!” he said with a smile, and trotted towards the hillock, the end of the rainbow. He crested the hill, grinning when the rainbow touched ground. An owl hooted in the distance and a vague unease touched his thoughts. Wasn’t there something else he should be doing? Somewhere else he should be…

A stray sunbeam glinted on a bit of silver in the grass. “Ah, me wee hammer!” he cried out. Sitting, he set to work on his boots, pleased with his good fortune.

Artwork by One Good Eye Photography

 

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Cover Reveal! Separation by Louise Lyons!!

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Release date: March 31, 2017

Length: 45,000 words

Cover design: Simon Searle

Blurb:

Matthew Langford is told on his twenty-first birthday that he has a twin. After the initial shock, he quickly realizes this is why he always felt part of him was missing. His search takes him 200 miles to Devon, UK, where he meets fraternal twin, Tremaine Wheal. The pair discover many things in common, and quickly become as close as if they’d never been separated. But when they share a moment in a nightclub, each realizes there is more between them than having shared: a womb. Panic sets in and they part. Once again their separation brings loneliness and pain. Eventually, unable to stay away from each other, they tentatively move forward together as lovers. But secrets don’t stay secret for long, and discovery and questions threaten their happiness.

This is a taboo story featuring twins.

Author Bio:

Louise Lythumbnail_louise-lyons-logoons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered FanFiction in her late twenties. Posting stories based on some of her favourite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously. Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad dog called Casper, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long-distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races home afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes. Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and job, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

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Falling Hard by Dale Cameron Lowry #excerpt #giveaway

thumbnail_hard-smallTitle: Falling Hard
Author: Dale Cameron Lowry
Length: 233 pages/57,000 words
Publisher: Terrestrial Press
Genres: short stories, contemporary romance, paranormal romance,
erotic romance

Blurb

Falling
Hard
features nine of Dale Cameron Lowry’s best short romance stories,
available for the first time in one book. Meet a sign language interpreter who finds
unexpected love at middle-age, college students in their first relationships, a vampire who
would rather be a vegan, and a proudly gay ex-Mormon atheist who sells Bibles for a living.
From sweet to erotic, this collection exhibits the quirkiness, fun, and diversity Dale’s
writing is known for.
Here are just a few of the stories in Falling Hard:

  • Loggerhead — Soon after they fall in love, Jake makes Eric a
    promise inspired by an old track uniform. But demanding work schedules at Jake’s fourstar
    restaurant and Eric’s newspaper keep them from following through. Six years later,
    they take the honeymoon they never had, heading to the Florida coast in search of sea
    turtles—and rekindling their passion for each other in the process.
  • Reading the Signs — The only thing twenty-three-year-old
    Theo De Jong expects when he enrolls in a summer school for linguists in New Mexico is to
    get more ideas for his master’s thesis in Dutch Sign Language. But then he meets the
    American sign language expert Alfonso Grossman, and sparks fly.
  • Rough Love — Blake thinks new boyfriend Michael doesn’t
    like French kissing. Michael thinks Blake doesn’t like rough sex. Neither are virgins, except
    in the art of conversation. Can they set things straight before the honeymoon’s over?
  • Pacific Rimming — On Mike’s fortieth birthday, his husband,
    Ken, takes him on vacation to Vancouver Island in Western Canada to celebrate. While Mike
    mourns his loss of youth, Ken encourages him to recapture it by bedding a gorgeous
    twenty-something man they encounter while hiking in Pacific Rim National Park. A night of
    no-holds-barred passion among the three men reveals a sizzling chemistry, and when Mike
    and Ken return home they find themselves longing to reconnect with the young Jason. Can
    what started as a one-night stand transform into a threesome that lasts?

Excerpt

From Pacific Rimming:

He was crouched at the edge of the boardwalk just ten yards ahead of us and
peering at something over the side, as still as a great blue heron waiting for prey. A bad
metaphor for a bog where no fish live, but that’s how I thought of him, anyway. The
periwinkle-grey of his T-shirt and his black, slightly mussed hair only added to the heronlike
effect. A cowlick stuck out in the back in approximation of the bird’s feathered crest.
His legs were folded like a heron’s too, tight as a pocketknife, his arms as close to his sides
as resting wings. Their dark hairs were delicate plumage against his pale skin.
He was more stunning than any other creature I’d spotted that morning—with the
exception of my husband, of course. I dropped my binoculars and let them hang against my
chest. I nudged Ken’s elbow and pointed in the man’s direction. I knew he’d appreciate the
sight as much as I did.
Ken’s breath did a sharp intake—loud enough for me to appreciate, but not loud enough to
break the silence of the bog. “You’re a good spotter,” he signed, his hands close
to his body like a whisper, then winked.
We both looked. The man must have been flexible to hold that same position for so long, so
I guessed he was either younger than us or did a lot of yoga. I envied his flexibility, and I
also envied the jeans stretched over his curves and angles like a second skin, highlighting
the muscled roundness of his ass. It hovered just inches above the wooden planks of the
boardwalk. If the boardwalk had been a human, the position would have been a cruel tease:
You’d like to touch me, but you can’t.

(Pacific Rimming is also available as a standalone short
story
.)

Where to Buy

Falling Hard is currently available through the secure downloading platform
PayHip, Amazon, Apple, and other sellers worldwide. You can read a preview and find sales
outlets at:

Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Falling
Hard
, Dale is running a giveaway. The prize is one of Dale’s
short romances that is not in the anthology: Love Unmasked, a
lighthearted romance about Aaron Loreto, a gay man who’s been unlucky in love because
he occasionally turns into a raccoon. For some reason, his ex-boyfriend didn’t like the way
he’d spend all night digging through the trash. But somewhere out there is a guy who’s
more understanding, and Aaron might just have found him at his favorite coffee shop.
You can enter every day to increase your chances. Enjoy!
(If you can’t see the Rafflecopter giveaway here, go to www.dalecameronlowry.com/falling-hard-giveaway/
to enter.)
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Author Bio & Links

Dale Cameron Lowry lives in the Upper Midwest with a partner and three cats, one of
whom enjoys eating dish towels, quilts, and wool socks. It’s up to you to guess whether the
fabric eater is one of the cats or the partner. When not busy mending items destroyed by
the aforementioned fabric eater, Dale is a writer and editor who enjoys wasting time on
Tumblr, listening to podcasts, studying anatomy, getting annoyed at Duolingo, and reading
fairy tales. Previous careers include sign language linguist, grocery store clerk, journalist,
gardener, and camp counselor.
Dale began writing for fun at the age of eight and has been
making up stories ever since, from overly workshopped literary fiction to off-the-cuff fanfic.
Queer Mormons have a way of popping up in Dale’s work, whether it’s romance or erotica,
sci fi or fairy tales, slice-of-life contemporary fiction or spine-tingling horror. So do
immigrants and emigrants, people with disabilities, multilingual folks, and others who live
their lives navigating multiple cultures.

 

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Valentine’s Day with Shelton!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

This is a little flash fiction I’ve written featuring my darling Shelton.

Shelton’s Valentine

          Shelton stared at the candle flame until his eyes blurred. A bead of wax, dark as blood, spilled over the taper and he caught it on his finger, welcoming the stinging burn. It distracted him from the knot of anxiety chewing his stomach. Where the hell is Nevil?

He was starting to feel embarrassed by the red table cloth and candles and little gifts in their bright paper. He glanced at the kitchen clock and groaned. Valentine’s Day was almost over without even a glimpse of his lover. He’d been so stupid. He never should try to surprise anyone. It never worked out.

The candle flickered and Shelton smiled wistfully. He’d been so excited the last few days planning this evening. He’d booked his flight early to give him enough time to get here and set up before Nevil got home from work. He’d even chickened out this morning and called Nevil to say he was coming. Nevil hadn’t picked up nor had he returned any of Shelton’s messages during the day.

He caught another drop of wax and rubbed the searing ball between his fingers. “Are you with someone else?” he whispered, voicing his deepest fear. He’d told Nevil he didn’t expect him to sleep alone during the weeks he was gone in Denver. He’d meant it, but now the sense of loss devastated him.

“Don’t be an ass,” he told his heart sternly. “He’s out with friends.”

He surged to his feet when something slammed against the front door, scaring the crap out of him. He heard Nevil’s voice cursing, and someone laughed in answer. Shit! He is with someone.

Shelton looked frantically around but had no place to go. He braced, wondering just how awkward and humiliating this was going to be. Nevil managed to get the door unlocked and he and his companion stumbled into the foyer. Shelton blinked, recognizing the man with Nevil.

He couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face. Nevil was so damned cute when he was tipsy. His black hair stood up at all angles and he giggled into his hands when he dropped the keys on the floor. Shelton had trouble tearing his gaze away to the blond giant with him.

“Hi Michael. What’s up?”

The green eyed beauty looked confused. “Um…hi.” Michael looked from him to Nevil and back. “A lot of us were out drinking…” He shrugged. “Taxi waiting. Night.” He fled, slamming the door behind him.

Shelton hardly noticed. His gaze locked with Nevil’s and he smiled tentatively. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Nevil stared at him in disbelief, then threw his keys and coat on the side table and strode across the room to catch Shelton to him. His first kiss was bruising, tasting of brandy and desperation, then his lips softened. Shelton moaned at the sensual slide of tongue and lips, Nevil effortlessly drawing an answering response from his eager cock.

“How are you here? Never mind. Tell me later. I’ve wanted you so much today.” Nevil devoured Shelton’s lips and it was some time before they separated. Nevil looked over Shelton’s shoulder, distracted. “You brought me gifts.”

Shelton turned to look. The table did look attractive with its candles and ribbons. He smiled shyly as he remembered the gifts he’d picked especially for his lover.

“Open the big one first,” he urged. Nevil gave him a fond look as he took it from the table and tore off the red wrappings. He looked from it to Shelton and Shelton’s heart swelled at the glimmer of moisture in the blue depths.

“It’s beautiful,” Nevil said roughly. The antique silver locket reflected the candlelight while the small ruby at its center absorbed it. Roses were engraved on the surface. Nevil opened the hinge and a tiny picture of the two of them smiled up at him.

Nevil set the locket on the table and leaned over to blow out the candles. He took Shelton’s elbow, suddenly sober. “Come with me.”

“But there’s two more—”

“They’re not what I want to unwrap.”

Shelton’s heart beat wildly as Nevil took him to the bedroom. Once across the threshold he put his arms around his darling’s neck, aching to taste and touch him.

He was startled when Nevil gripped his wrists. “I was lonely and hurting for you all day, then you magically appear after I’d spent hours at that stupid bar.”

“I called you. Left messages…”

Nevil frowned. “I lost my phone. Doesn’t matter. You’re here now. Do I have to tie you down to keep you here?”

Shelton blinked several times as wild images sprang to mind. Heat rose in his face and he cursed the fair skin that gave him away. Nevil gently touched his hot cheek. “I’m very glad you’re here.”

“I couldn’t keep away,” Shelton confessed and grabbed the bottom of Nevil’s shirt and slipped it over his head. Nevil kicked off his shoes as Shelton fumbled with his belt and zipper. Nevil helped Shelton undress and in moments they stood naked in the softly lit room.

Shelton’s reached for Nevil’s gorgeous cock but Nevil stopped him with a touch on his hand. “I want to go first, love.

Shelton licked his lips at the sight of the moist tip of Nevil’s erection. “But I don’t want to wait.”

In answer, Nevil put a hand on Shelton’s chest and pushed until Shelton reached the chair against the wall. He sat down and his lover nudged his knees apart and knelt between them. Nevil smiled into his eyes. “There’s something new I’ve wanted to try, but every time you get your mouth on my dick, I forget everything but the need to get in your ass as quick as I can. I’m going first.”

Shelton’s bones dissolved at Nevil’s blunt words, his body one quivering mass of need. “Do anything you like,” he whispered helplessly, and groaned in bliss when Nevil’s tongue teased the nubs on his chest and Nevil’s talented fingers got busy elsewhere.

sheltoninlove-coverSHELTON IN LOVE

 

Shelton has found the man of his dreams, but keeping him is an entirely different matter.

Shelton’s falling hard for his attractive roommate, a man who would happily sleep with him, adding him to the list of men in his life. But Shelton wants more than just a fling with Nevil. How can he convince the elusive man there could be something lasting between them?

Shelton in Love is told in five stories spanning two and a half years of Shelton and Nevil’s relationship, the ups and downs, trials and celebrations, with a promise, a separation, a frantic return, temptation and a final triumph. Sometimes Shelton finds it difficult to love a beautiful man, but Nevil is worth the effort. Shelton’s eager to move their relationship to the next level, marriage, but will Nevil ever be ready to take this step with him?

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Release Day Blitz! $15 Amazon GC

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Release Day!!

Join me for this fantastic Blitz with a chance to win a $15 Amazon Gift Card

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SHELTON IN LOVE -release day!!

sheltoninlove-coverSHELTON IN LOVE

 

Shelton has found the man of his dreams, but keeping him is an entirely different matter.

 

 

Shelton’s falling hard for his attractive roommate, a man who would happily sleep with him, adding him to the list of men in his life. But Shelton wants more than just a fling with Nevil. How can he convince the elusive man there could be something lasting between them?

Shelton in Love is told in five stories spanning two and a half years of Shelton and Nevil’s relationship, the ups and downs, trials and celebrations, with a promise, a separation, a frantic return, temptation and a final triumph. Sometimes Shelton finds it difficult to love a beautiful man, but Nevil is worth the effort. Shelton’s eager to move their relationship to the next level, marriage, but will Nevil ever be ready to take this step with him?

EXCERPT

Nevil laughed at something the man said, and Percy straightened, clearly furious with him. He suddenly grabbed the front of Nevil’s shirt and pulled him close, giving him a hard kiss.

Surprised, Shelton looked quickly around, but there was no one else to see their blatant display of affection. He was hardly aware of the pain that squeezed his chest as he dropped his gaze to his hands clasped on his lap. Nerves burning, he pleaded with the universe to be invisible and that Nevil wouldn’t see him sitting on the bench. He wished the ground would swallow him up, anything, afraid to move and draw their attention.

In a moment he heard their voices drift off and he risked a glance, seeing them disappear into the trees in the opposite direction from him. He waited a few minutes then, sick with disappointment, rose and walked the short distance home.

The apartment had an empty silence to it he’d never noticed before, and he reluctantly closed the door behind him and locked himself into the quiet, lonely rooms.

“Damn,” he said, not sure what he meant by the word. Without bothering to change, he went to the kitchen, grabbed a can of soup out of the cupboard and began to heat the brownish blob over the stove instead of the microwave, not minding the extra time it took. What else did he have to do, anyway? Nevil had said he’d see him that night, but he never should have gotten his hopes up.

Unthinking, Shelton took his hot bowl of soup to the living room and bit off an oath at the sight of the couch. Body instantly on fire and aching for Nevil’s touch, he placed the soup on the coffee table and sat down, sinking into the cushions. Trembling, he surrendered to the memory of Nevil’s skillful fingers; his hot lips and tongue bringing fulfillment. Shelton could never tell Nevil, but that night had been the best in his life.

Drawing a ragged breath, he sat up and clicked on the television before letting one mindless show after the other numb his senses and nudge him toward sleep. At one in the morning, he finally dragged his aching body to bed only to sleep fitfully, listening for Nevil to come home. It was another two hours before he heard the key at the front door and Nevil’s familiar tread in the hallway.

Shelton’s pulses leapt to life as Nevil’s footfalls paused outside his door. He clutched the blankets, urging Nevil to come in and kiss away his hurt and loneliness. He didn’t even care where he’d been. After a brief moment, the footsteps receded and Nevil’s door closed firmly. Shelton rolled to his side and stared at the wall for a long while.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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