New Titles for Pre-sale!

I know I’ve been quiet–current job and home needs have been keeping me away from the Internet most of the time. But I’ve got some exciting news. In May, Riptide will be publishing not one, but two of my full-length novels:  on May 14,  Forest of Thorns and Claws, a m/m weretiger stand-alone which is much more than a shifter romance, and then on May 29 the second book of the Oddities series, Fraud Twice Felt, will be released.

Both are now available at the Riptide Publishing at the following links:

Forest of Thorns and Claws

Fraud Twice Felt

Look for cover reveals for both of these books coming soon!

Also, I’m working on writing the blog posts for the promotional tours. I’ll go ahead and ask it here: is there anything you’d like to know about me or the books? (or the world of the Oddities series, etc.)

I’m still hard at work on final editing tasks and writing the 3rd Oddities book.

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Last day of the blog tour and giveaway!

Today’s the last day to comment to one of the blog tour stops for a chance to win a $20 Riptide gift card!  Lots of good stuff over at Riptide that you may want to check out.

Since I didn’t post yesterday, here’s the roundup of posts from Thursday and Friday:

Man2Mantastic

My Fiction Nook (Interview)

Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents (Guest Post–favorite characters)

MM Good Book Reviews

Butterfly-o-meter

Sinfully Gay Romance (Guest post–Day in the Life)

Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

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And over on Goodreads, don’t forget about the giveaway for a signed print copy!

Meanwhile I’m rushing through some more developmental edits on that m/m weretiger novel . . . more news to follow soon.

Thanks to everyone for their support. I really appreciate it.

 

Guest Post: New Release by Heloise West!

Today I’m  recommending this latest book from my fellow workshop writer, Heloise West, who is the most awesome critiquer ever. I’ like to add that I plan to grab this one, because it sounds right up my alley.

If I Were Fire by Heloise West

Dreamspinner Press September 16, 2015

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In 18th century Siena, Count Salvesto Masello has returned home to find the family villa and his father’s estate steeped deeply in debt. In order to save it, he has been selling off valuable family heirlooms, but he is running out of silverware. Somewhere in the villa his deceased father had hidden the art treasures that will pay the debt, but Salvesto can’t find them anywhere.

Amadeo Neruccio has been on the run from the vicious pimp, thief, and pawnbroker Guelfetto, but his toughs finally catch him and bring him to the cellar where Count Masello is selling off his silver. When the count learns what fate Guelfetto has in store for Amadeo, he intervenes and trades the last of his mother’s dowry for the young man’s freedom.

Salvesto had left home over ten years ago to live the life of adventure he craved. He had also hoped to leave his broken heart behind. When he rescues young Amadeo, he does not expect to find love again, or that his adventures had yet to end.

Excerpt:

Seated in the shade of the loggia attached to the surgeon’s house, Amadeo waited for the conte, barely able to think for the pain in his body. Bone-deep pain, like a bad tooth. He sighed, but his breath hitched like an uneven stitch.

“Nerrucio.”

He jumped at the sound of his former lover’s voice. Glancing around, he espied Barone Malavolti standing in the narrow street beneath a chestnut tree a few arm lengths away; his expression was a mask of boredom, though he stood there without his hat, a little breathless and pink-cheeked. Leaning on a silver-tipped cane he did not need, he had dressed today in a beautiful dark gray velvet jacket and the long pale blue waistcoat beneath it embroidered with bright flowers, all held together with small ebony buttons. His creamy white linen shirt and cravat were spotless. All that fine cloth hid a mercurial character and a whippet-lean body that contained a fierce strength. Glossy black hair, brown eyes, and a slightly round, handsome face, the dark circles under his tired eyes spoke of a long night of debauchery. Amadeo turned quickly away, angry and embarrassed all at once.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“No, Barone.” Amadeo stood.

“I wanted to make sure you were—not dead, as someone said, murdered in Guelfetto’s cellar or sent off to Florence to pay your debt.” His clipped tone made Amadeo wince.

“It was never my debt!” He lowered his voice. “I came to you for help, but you did not believe me. He told everyone that I agreed to lose the race for payment. You believed that bandit over me.” Amadeo swallowed back his disappointment. “Me. Your bad habit.” It was terribly rude, but he had to sit in the shade and close his eyes, as the hot, bright sun pierced his skull and made his head pound even harder. To his surprise, Malavolti followed to stand beneath the loggia with him. Encouraged by that, Amadeo whispered, “You said you loved me, but you lied. How is what you think I have done worse than that?”

Malavolti said, “I am not a liar. And only a poet would see that as a crime.”

Amadeo truly wanted to shake the barone until his teeth rattled, but restrained himself. “Guelfetto had sold me to a bathhouse in Florence to whore for those stinking pig-dogs until I die. Conte Masello has rescued me. I do not need you anymore.”

Malavolti flinched. “What has Conte Masello to do with all this, Neruccio?”

“He was there….” Amadeo stopped and considered his words. Malavolti need not know the conte was there selling his mother’s silver plates. “He took pity on me when I said I would give myself to the Arno and paid my debt to Guelfetto.”

“Paid your price, you mean.”

Stubborn, prideful man! To think he wept at the lines I wrote for him and him alone. He believed me then, at least. Perhaps the new one in his bed has left him, and left him bitter.

“We have a bond agreement,” Amadeo said wearily. “I’m to be the new groom for the stables. At least I’ll be with the horses.”

“Ah, my poor poet,” Malavolti mocked. “Poor Cecco. ‘But to show wisdom’s what I never could. So where I itch, I scratch now.’”

A pet name for the famed Sienese poet of a long dead age, Cecco Angiolieri, and the old lines fell upon Amadeo’s ears like a slap. Malavolti had encouraged and supported his own poetic lines at one time, but no more. “If you do not believe me still, be gone, Gianni. No one torments me as much as I do myself, so you waste your time.” His grieving heart forced him to continue the lines: “‘I’m down, and cannot rise in any way; For not a creature of my nearest kin/Would hold out a hand that I could reach….’”

Except for one man.

The door to the house creaked open, and Malavolti turned away, continuing on his path up the street as if they had never spoken.

About the author:

Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mahem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance of all flavors. She travels and gardens with her partner of 10 years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine.

Social Media:

Dreamspinner: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/AuthorArcade/heloise-west

Blog: https://velvetpanic2.wordpress.com/

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Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/heloisewest/

Email: heloisewest@hotmail.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/velvetpanic

Tumblr: http://heloisewest.tumblr.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8188216.Heloise_West

Preorder links:

Dreamspinner Press

Amazon.com

Kobo US

Barnes and Noble

Google Play

All Romance Ebooks

Countdown Sale for Gay erotic short, “The New Hire” 7/22 – 7/26

Today through Sunday (7/22 – 7/26) you can grab the BDSM M/M Romance short story “The New Hire” for only 99 cents on Amazon!  A solid 4 star average, this story is part of the “Hard Hat” series but can also be read as a standalone.

Enjoy!

The New Hire on Amazon.com

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Gary’s got a problem with his new hire, Tim. He’s allowed the young, attractive guy to get under his skin, and now he finds that he wants more than just a casual fling. After an incredible night, all he can think of is having more of that innocent flesh, delving deeper into Tim’s submissive tendencies. But first they have to make it through the work day. A construction site is no place for a gay love affair.

Love hasn’t been kind to Gary, who prides himself on being a gruff bear, always in charge, always on his own. As he starts to train young Tim as his sub, however, Gary must decide whether to keep it just sex, or actually allow himself to feel something more.

Warnings for BDSM, submission and domination, clamps, spanking, anal play and orgasm control.

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And in other news, my FREE M/M/M novella “Vice and Exploitation” is now at NUMBER ONE in “Multiple Partners” on All Romance Ebooks!  It’s also #19 there in Gay Romance, and on Amazon it’s currently at #16 in free Gay Romance on Amazon. Thanks everyone for your support! Overall, it’s gotten some really good reviews.

RELEASE DAY! Friday at the 7-Eleven (M/M/M)

I had a rough morning, but let’s not talk about that. Instead, let’s talk about my latest release out today from Torquere Press, “Friday at the 7-Eleven” available today!

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Description: Brent’s a bully who picks on his workmate Alex. What Brent doesn’t realize, however, is that Alex wants him, but is too scared to ask. Meanwhile Brent’s convinced that all he needs is a firm hand to push him down and force him to be a good guy.

Then he meets Craig, an muscled veteran working at the local 7-Eleven. Craig knows a switch when he sees it, and Brent’s got it written all over him. He needs a hard takedown and some training to harness that sadistic side. Craig decides that what might be best is for all three of them to get together. Only by embracing honesty and self-control can each of them find what they need.

Genre:  Gay Romance, BDSM, Ménage (M/M/M), Erotic Fiction)

Length: Novella (17,000 words)

Buy links:

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Friday-at-7-Eleven-J-T-Hall-ebook/dp/B00YR0NDIK/

Torquere:  http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=96&products_id=4407

AllRomanceEbooks:  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-fridayatthe7eleven-1820268-147.html

Excerpt:

Craig couldn’t help but chuckle, as the day’s events unfolded.

He’d had his eye on Brent for some time–weeks, in fact. Six feet tall with light brown hair in a neat cropped style, muscles that advertised his time at the gym, and gorgeous blue eyes. What was there not to notice? The guy scowled a lot, though, and moved with a jerky, decisive style. Brent was a guy used to giving orders, and he wasn’t happy about it.

Craig had known Brent would love taking orders. Yet, it had to be from somebody with the power and the balls to back it up. Happily, fifteen years as a Marine had given him that power.

As he cleaned up around the drinking fountain and the snack area, Craig grinned, recalling the feel of Brent’s mouth on his cock, the way the guy had challenged him, and then ended up begging for release. Brent’s little tagalong had been watching, too. Younger guy, blond and lean, probably more into running than lifting weights. Obviously a submissive, and pining after someone who might not give a fuck about him. But cute. Very cute.

Craig headed to the back to rinse off the cleaning rag, whistling to himself. Almost four o’clock and his shift would be over soon. He’d see if the young guy would actually show up, and more, if he’d have Brent with him.

He was just double-checking the cashier tabs when the bell over the door rang, and the younger guy walked in, looking hopeful and nervous. No sign of Brent yet. Nodding to his coworker, Craig walked over to greet the fellow and get a proper introduction, taking Alex to a back corner to talk.

“You never told me your name.” Craig crossed his arms, pinning the guy with a hard look.

The guy blushed and stammered out an apology. “Name’s Alex. Uh—Brent will be here. I didn’t tell him that I saw him with you. Are you going to tell him?” Now Alex’s nervousness made more sense. Not just worried about the evening, but what his heartthrob was going to say when Brent found out the guy had been playing Peeping Tom.

Craig bit his lip to stop his smile. He wasn’t angry. Never had been. But he had to maintain his hard looks. Control was such an aphrodisiac for him, and here the guy was just handing it over to him. “Well, I don’t know,” he answered, glancing out the glass doors to see if Brent’s truck was in view. Nothing yet. He looked back at Alex. “What do you think will happen if I tell him?” He didn’t yet know the nature of their relationship. Soon, it would become important to know, if all his plans were to go forward.

Alex paled. “He’d probably kick my ass. He’s a bully. He slaps me around on the job if I don’t get everything right.” It looked like the words were hard for him to say, but his voice sounded firm. Craig had some grudging respect for him.

Guest Post: Amelia Bishop

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Today on my blog I have Amelia Bishop, author of Night Vision which just recently came out. I’m sick of vampires, but I really liked the night creature she presented in her book, which I was fortunate enough to read as part of the House of Manlove writers critique group. Find out more!

A little more about the strige…

Hi! Amelia Bishop here, thank you JT for having me J JT asked if I could give a bit more information about the creature in my latest release Night Vision, the strige.

I came up with this character by combining several myths. The Strigoi (vampires) of Romanian legend, and the Strega (witches) of Italian myth. In my searching, I found this picture:

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Creepy, right?

And the web page I found it on had some inspiring text:

“the Romanian living vampires rarely drink blood, but they can rob people, animals, and crops of their vitality to enhance their own. They can also leave their own physical bodies at night to travel in animal form such as that of a wolf, a dog, a cat, a hen, or a raven, or as a small glowing ball or spark of light.”

So, I used the idea of “robbing vitality” of victims, in that my strige absorbs emotions from humans, as a form of sustenance.

I also liked the idea of being bird-like. I found some interesting references to owl-ish villians in classical texts – Ovid and Seneca the Younger both wrote of owl-like creatures who killed children at night.

Of course, I am not going to write about crazy owl-witch things that kill infants! Not very romantic at all. But I did like the idea of a creature who watches at night, who moves about in an animal way, and who is misunderstood. So I tried to replicate those qualities with my strige.

My strige, Theron, is a paranormal creature who always retains his human form. This is not a shape-shifting owl. He does move quickly, though, and he can seem to almost fly, at least to a human eye. His skills include mind manipulation – he can put humans into a sort of trance, as well as control their ability to move for short periods of time. He cannot read minds, but he can easily see emotions, so he has a good idea of what humans are thinking. His hearing and vision are enhanced, as well.

So he is smart, strong, and always knows what his partner is feeling…kind of sounds like a perfect boyfriend, no? I found this picture:

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And I think it is a much better inspiration picture for Theron J

If you are interested in more inspiration pictures and background on Night Vision, check out my pinterest page.

Thanks so much, JT, for having me here!

 

Blurb:

Theron Antonopolis, a strige, feeds on human emotion. In a tranquil suburban neighborhood, his best meals come from a quiet systems administrator who’s become more than a source of nourishment for Theron—Alex Rowler is an obsession. Theron can no longer remain in the shadows. When they meet, any attraction Alex feels toward the sexy monster is overshadowed by his anxiety and distrust of Theron’s supernatural powers. But sensing the underlying arousal, Theron begins courting his human.  As months pass, Theron falls deeply in love, and the need to complete the strige bonding ceremony with his human lover becomes overwhelming. But a permanent commitment is too much, too soon for Alex, and he delays the joining, despite Theron’s insistence they are running out of time. As an unbonded pair, however, Theron and Alex draw the attention of the Midnight Parliament, and the lovers are brought to trial to determine their fate.

Buy Links: Amazon • Dreamspinner • AllRomance

Amelia Bishop links: Twitter • Facebook • Blog • Amazon • Pinterest • Goodreads

Grenzen, by Chris McHart

Today I’m promoting another House of Manlove (Yahoo M/M Writer’s critique group) author, Chris McHart!  Check out this holiday-themed tale with some yummy BDSM on the side.

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Publisher: MLR-Press

Length: 24000 words

Genre: Contemporary, BDSM, Holiday, Outside US

Blurb:

When work requires Ryan to leave behind warm and sunny Arizona for cold and snowy Germany, he decides to visit the famous Nuremberg Christmas Market where he meets sexy Julian.

But Julian isn’t an average guy, he’s a Dom. And he wants Ryan to be his sub.

That’s something Ryan has dreamt of, but never admitted to anyone, not even himself. With Julian it suddenly becomes possible.

But what happens once Ryan has to go home, especially since he’s developing feelings for Julian?

There isn’t a future for a relationship if you’re half a world apart…

Excerpt:

A sausage seller’s stall caught my eye. Or rather, the seller did, and then the aroma hit me. My mouth watered just thinking of tasting some of the delicious smelling sausages roasting in front of him. This time, I wriggled through the crowd, determined to take a closer look at the guy preparing the food. He was young, about my age, with dark, tousled hair and a sexy smile.

The line wasn’t too long, and before I had time to figure out what exactly to say with my limited German vocabulary, it was my turn.

“Hallo. Was darf’s sein?”

I was pretty sure the guy had asked what I wanted to eat. “Hello. Ein—” What the hell was that word? I searched for a price chart. Bratwurst. Great. That helped a lot. Was it spoken the same way as in English? I had no idea.

“Oh, you speak English? You want three sausages in a roll?” he asked in good, although slightly accented English.

“Uh, yes, please.” Heat crept up on my face. The guy grinned at me and prepared my food. Up close the aroma of the sausages was even better, a tantalizing grilled scent mixed with something I couldn’t define. I could almost taste them before I even had my order.

 

Buy links:

http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=CMGRNZEN

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-grenzen-1693808-354.html

http://www.amazon.com/Grenzen-Love-Germany-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00QPEYHT0/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Grenzen-Love-Germany-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00QPEYHT0/

http://www.amazon.de/Grenzen-Love-Germany-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00QPEYHT0/

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/grenzen-chris-mchart/1120868322?ean=2940149845514

Author Bio

Chris McHart is from Germany and while an accountant, writing is Chris’s real passion. Chris likes to spend time with family and has way too many animals that demand constant attention. Chris also enjoys landscaping and cooking.

Whenever Chris has a free minute, it’s spent writing on a laptop, a cup of coffee in hand, deeply lost in the world Chris’s muses have created.

When coming up for some air, you’ll find Chris on a lot of social networks. Check out Chris’s website to see where you can find out more. Chris looks forward to hearing from you!

Web: www.chrismchart.com

facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008256641886

twitter: https://twitter.com/chris_mchart

google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/107541761558868120374/