Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Classic by Lynn Townsend

Beau Watkins and Vin Reyes have mended their differences, but that doesn't mean that everything is back the way it was. When Beau's teenage niece shows up with her son in tow, Beau is thrown unexpectedly into a world of adult responsibilities and adult decisions, all of which could have disastrous consequences. Reconciliation with his family is complicated by an overseas internship with a predatory business woman.  

Vin still struggles with his alcoholism, with finding his place in a world after college, and establishing relationships with his newfound father and sister. The last puzzle piece of Vin's mysterious past is clicked into place when he comes face-to-face with his mother's ex-fiance. His relationship with Beau has never been stronger... until an unexpected email threatens to topple everything they've build together. 

Pages or Words: 69,900 words

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, New Adult, Romance

Beau grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and tossed it in his gym bag. Outside, David laid on the horn.
"Coming," Beau muttered to the empty room. Vin was off touring yet another one of his grandfather's facilities in the endless, looping discussion about what he was going to do with his life.Beau locked the door behind himself, and skipped most of the bottom half of the stairs with a one-handed rail-jump. He waved to the Escalade, knowing David would see him behind the tinted windows. Beau felt a flutter of pleasurable nerves in his gut; it had been a while since he'd gone out dancing--avoiding the bars was in Vin's best interests for the time being--and he really needed a workout. David had suggested a trip to the gym, where he'd teach Beau some of the basics in kick-boxing.
Beau just reached the door when someone grabbed his shoulder. He dropped his bag, whirling, heart in his throat, breathing hard. He knocked the offending limb aside. The passenger side door of the Escalade flew open and David slid out, gun already in hand.
"Back away from Mr. Watkins, sir," David advised, his voice low and firm.
"I am Mr. Watkins," the man said, confused. "Beau?"
"Lee?" Beau's legs almost gave out from under him and he leaned hard against the side of the SUV, feeling the black painted metal heating his skin. "Jesus Christ."
"Are you all right, sir?" David didn't look away from his target, his gun still trained on Beau's older brother.
"Parking lot," Beau said. David knew about his panic attacks. David had been there when Vin found Beau, beaten and bloody, on the asphalt, two years ago.
"Back. Up." David slid the rest of the way out of the vehicle. "I consider you a threatening individual."
"My God, David," Beau said. David wasn't wearing his typical three-piece suit, probably the first time Beau had ever seen him dressed casually, in black sweatpants and a white tank top, his gun holster buckled to his chest like some sort of kinky lingerie. Beau'd always suspected the raw strength underneath the tailored coats, but he'd never actually seen it. David was cut from a block of wood, hard muscles overlaid with tanned skin, marred here and there by scars, one of which could have been caused by nothing less than a bullet wound. "Lee is my brother."
"Which does not negate the need to protect you from him, sir," David said. "I've heard about his letters. Not only that, but I saw Mr. Reyes's throat after spring break. This is a dangerous individual."
"I kinda dislocated his shoulder for that," Beau admitted. "Seriously, David, put the gun away and put on a shirt, you're makin' me horny."
"Yah, you're cute, kid, but not that cute." David gave Lee a particularly fierce look. "I am very fond of your brother. I will shoot you if I even think you're about to do something stupid. Are we crystal on this?"
"Yeah, clear, man," Lee said. He took a cautious step backward. "I just wanna talk to him. I'm not here to pick a fight."
Beau nodded. "Right. We'll go talk on the steps," he said.
Lee waited until they were out of earshot. "What the hell is that guy's problem?"
"David and Vin saved my life a few years back," Beau said. "I think David takes it personally that he wasn't there to keep Contreras from beating the shit out of me. And you did try to crush Vin's throat." Beau's legs were still wobbly and he collapsed onto the stairs gratefully.
"Whatever, man."
It was barely worth the effort to glare at Lee. "What are you doing here? What do you want? How the hell did you even find our place?" Beau leaned his head against the brick wall. He would probably kill someone for a cigarette, but he was trying to quit--again--and didn't currently have any on him.
"I got the address from Sheila, down at the post office. I asked her where Momma was sending all your packages."
"Well, that's just a little bit creepy," Beau said. Not that it wasn't typical; small towns did not hold with big federal laws about privacy. It wasn't private, between kin, and half the town was related to most of the other half. "Sit down, Lee. My head already hurts."
Lee dropped onto the porch, leaning his weight back on one arm. He looked older. There was no better word for it. His usually needs-a-haircut curls were gone, close clipped in an almost military style, and he'd finally shaved off the soul patch under his lip. Lee wore a button down shirt and jeans. Near his knee, there was a red smear of something that might have been dried jelly.
"How have you been, kid?" Lee asked.
"Are we being nice? Is that what we're doing here? Nice? After... well, after everything?"
"I didn't think you'd listen to me if I called." Lee raked a hand over his scalp, his wedding ring glinting in the sun.
"I suppose you think I'm being unreasonable, all things considered?" Beau asked.
"Look, I'm sorry about the letters," Lee said.
"Don't apologize to me about them." Beau snorted. "I didn't read 'em after the first two. Broke my hand on the wall wishin' it was your skull. Ann-Marie read them for me, to see if you'd stopped being an ass. Haven't gotten one in a while. Something change in your life?"

About the author:
Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn's interests include filk music, romance novels, octopuses, and movies with more FX than plot.
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Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: BSClay

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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Herc's Mercs: Once a Hero by Ari McKay

Ezra Levin retired from Hercules Security to pursue his dream of being a private chef. But when the life of his gorgeous employer, Judge Mason Whittaker, is threatened, Ezra quickly realizes that once you’re a Merc, you’re always a Merc.

Pages or Words: 44,325 words

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Thriller

Mason shook his head. "I wasn't paranoid enough," he said. "You were. You knew it could get bad. I didn't believe it -- didn't want to believe it. It almost killed me."

"I did not want to believe it either. I hoped I was wrong, but my instincts were telling me something bad was going to happen. Now that it has--" Ezra's voice broke, and he brought Mason's hand to his cheek, clinging tightly. "I cannot be objective. When I saw you there, saw all that blood..." He shook his head, and Mason thought he saw the glimmer of tears in Ezra's eyes before Ezra looked away. "I cannot be merely an employee. I tried. If you want me to recuse myself, I will."

"What?" Mason was confused, but he could see Ezra's pain, and he reached over with his free hand, touching Ezra's cheek. "Are you saying you want to leave Jamie and me?"

"No!" Ezra stared at Mason, wide-eyed. "No, I don't want to leave. But if you want me to remain only your employee, I cannot do that any longer. I tried to maintain my professional distance, especially after I overstepped so badly, but I cannot do it after this."

About the authors:

Ari McKay is the professional pseudonym for Arionrhod and McKay, who collaborate on original m/m fiction. They began writing together in 2004 and finished their first original full-length novel in 2011. Recently, they’ve begun collaborating on designing and creating costumes to wear and compete in at Sci Fi conventions, and they share a love of yarn and cake.

Arionrhod is an avid costumer, knitter, and all-around craft fiend, as well as a professional systems engineer. Mother of two human children and two dachshunds who think they are human, she is a voracious reader with wildly eclectic tastes, devouring romance novels, military science fiction, horror stories and Shakespeare with equal glee. She is currently preparing for the zombie apocalypse.

McKay is an English teacher who has been writing for one reason or another most of her life. She also enjoys knitting, reading, cooking, and playing video games. She has been known to knit in public. Given she has the survival skills of a gnat, she’s relying on Arionrhod to help her survive the zombie apocalypse.

Where to find the authors:

Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: BSClay

Tour Dates & Stops: August 18, 2015

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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Looking for Home by Aria Grace

Evan spends half the week on the road, literally, and the rest of his time sitting around in an empty house. Killing time and drowning his hopes of ever finding someone to share his life with. Someone to come home to.
When he meets Georgie at a New Year’s Eve, Evan’s entire perspective changes.
Pages or Words: Approximately 35,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, New Adult

Bill, bill, coupon, coupon, bill, and a big black envelope addressed to me. An invite, maybe? I don’t see my name in calligraphy very often but it looks good.
Mr. Georgie Kelton
Most of the mail that comes to the penthouse is not for me so I rarely look through it. I mostly toss it in a pile for Spencer or Dylan to take care of when they’re in town. But for the past two weeks I’ve been checking every day for something important. Not just something. The one thing that could get me pointed in the right direction for a real career in fashion.
The Bijou Design Summit for Fashion in New York accepts six up-and-comers with no experience or schooling into their Page program for the week of the event. It’s not glamourous work but if I get accepted as a page, it’ll be worth a few years of practical experience right there. Fast-tracking my fashion aspirations from a ten year plan to a five year plan would be huge.
I’ve had dreams of starting my own fashion line since I was a kid but I couldn’t risk anyone catching me with a sketch pad full of wedding gowns so I put those dreams on hold.
Once I ran away and started dancing, I all but forgot about the goal. It wasn’t until Spencer and Dylan encouraged me to start sketching again that I even considered a career in fashion was possible.
But here I am, waiting for a letter from New York that will tell me if my dreams are more than fantasy. If I have what it takes to even stand in the same room as the people I’ve idolized since the day I thumbed through my mom’s Cosmopolitan magazine.
And as much as I want to say getting to New York is all about fashion, I know that’s a lie. It’s about more. I want more.
My friends are all beginning to couple up around me and it’s becoming harder to ignore the lack of a better half in my own life. I have fun with my tricks and I’m physically satisfied but watching them get dressed and go home to their wives or kids or wherever they go after they get their rocks off with me is starting to wear me down.
A five-year plan is perfect. Just enough time for me to put together a decent portfolio, make some contacts in the industry, and work my way out of whoring. It’s a good gig while you can get it but I can’t do this forever. And I won’t try. Wouldn’t want to even if I could.
Dropping all the junk mail on the counter, I take the invitation with me as I flop on the white leather couch. The Christmas tree is still standing in the corner but the unusually sunny day drowns out all the holiday cheer that filled the penthouse just twenty four hours ago.
With Dylan and Spencer back in California to spend time with Andre and his new boyfriend, Frankie, the penthouse is more lonely than ever.
Pulling open the corner of the black envelope with my teeth, I shake it sideways until the single notecard falls into my lap.
You’re Invited
Ring in the New Year with Chance and Vinnie
Black Tie Attire
Private Mezzanine at The Heathman Hotel
A party at The Heathman? Are Chance and Vinnie going all 50 Shades on us? I haven’t spent much time with those guys but what I do know about them is all good. It sounds like just the kind of party I love but I have other plans.
Theo promised to ditch his wife on New Year’s and spend the evening with me. The tyrant he’s married to keeps his holiday schedule locked up during the entire month of December but he’s already given her an excuse about having to entertain some colleagues from the United Arab Emirates.
If all goes well, that ball in New York won’t be the only one getting some action on Saturday night. Being a high-end rent boy guarantees I have sex nightly when I’m working, but Theo will cuddle.
If he doesn’t have to rush out, he’ll hold me until I fall asleep. But it’s been too long since he hasn’t had to rush out so Saturday can’t come soon enough.
While I’m thinking of him, I can’t resist a quick text.
I’ve sent the proposal.
Because his wife is always monitoring his phone when she’s around, I have to start every text with an innocuous phrase that won’t raise any suspicions.
Thanks. In a meeting. Will review tonight.
Tonight? I wasn’t expecting him to come over tonight. I quickly thumb through my scheduling app to make sure I’m free. I have one client at 7:00 but will be free by 9:00 so I send him a coded reply.
I’ll be offline until 9. Will look for your comments then.
Confirmed! He’s coming tonight.
I toss the invite onto the coffee table and jump out of my seat. If I’m going to see my sugar daddy tonight, I need to do some prep work. I haven’t waxed in a week and I could use a pedicure.
Theo also likes lace so I spend the next hour trying on lingerie until I find a pair of panties that displays my package the best. The red lace against my pale skin has the same classic thing that my girl Taylor rocks.
The best part is they’re assless. The straps that hold the front together fit snugly under my cheeks, giving me a bit more of a bubble butt than nature intended.  Again, exactly how Theo likes me.
Personally, my style is more about beauty and comfort than purely being femme. But, Theo has a thing for princesses. His wife is a princess but more beast than beauty. 
So I give him what he wants. He doesn’t pay me anymore, not in terms of my nightly rates. He gives me something far more valuable than the cash I get from every other trick. Theo gives me affection. It’s not a perfect relationship right now, but as soon as he leaves the ice queen, we can be together.
Of course, if the page job in NYC comes through, I may have to reevaluate everything, including my patience with Theo.

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About the author:
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California, Aria enjoys the year round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. She lives with her husband and two children on a quiet hill that gives her lots of time to read and write. Once she ventured into the exciting world of gay romance, she never looked back. She loves to hear from readers so please feel free to drop her a note or visit her at www.ariagracebooks.com.

Where to find the author:
Twitter: @ariagracebooks
Publisher: Surrendered Press
Cover Artist: Kris Kendall

Tour Dates & Stops: August 11, 2015

Rafflecopter Prize: $25 Amazon Gift card and paperback of Looking for Home (or other Aria Grace book)

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