Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Devil’s Mark by Lark Taylor

Devil's Mark Banner

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Devil’s Mark
By Lark Taylor

Devil's Mark Cover

The Reckless Damned, Book 1

Cal and his brothers turned their backs on the family business over a hundred years ago – but Hell is tired of waiting for them to return.

Cal

I’ve never wanted a relationship – especially not with a human. With my father demanding my return to Hell and a demon leaving dead bodies in my bookshop, now is not the time to be losing my heart. But one look in Oscar’s broken eyes and I know I’m in trouble.  Oscar’s been hurt before and everything in me is screaming to keep him safe. How can I do that when I know being with me will only put him in more danger?

More importantly though, am I strong enough to walk away from him?

Oscar

After escaping my last relationship with broken bones and an anxiety disorder, I’m tired of living half a life. My world revolves around my classroom, flat, and best friend. When fate throws Cal in my path, he seems too good to be true. Not only does he look like he’s been pulled from my fantasies, but my baggage doesn’t scare him. Ok, so there’s the tiny issue of him being a demon, but I’ve dealt with far scarier.

I’ve been broken once before, and I don’t think I’d survive it again. Can I pull down my barriers enough to let Cal in?

Devil’s Mark is a thrilling high heat, hurt/comfort, M/M contemporary paranormal romance with a HEA and no cliff-hanger. It features a possessive demon and the broken teacher who captures his heart.  ‘Devil’s Mark is the first in The Reckless Damned series but can be read as a standalone. Each book focuses on a different couple and will have a HEA.

Trigger warning for emotional abuse and domestic violence in a previous relationship, anxiety attacks, and descriptions of violence.

Universal Link

Goodreads

Quote 2b


Excerpt:

There was a dead body in my bookshop.

Again.

Tossed on the floor in front of the romance section, the crumpled corpse was ruining my new Venetian rug. I suppressed a sigh. I’d only replaced the sodding thing yesterday after the last unwanted delivery.

And why always in front of the romances? If I were to dump a body in a bookshop, I’d try to be more poetic. True crime, war, even biographies would provide a delicious touch of irony. But no, these morons always chose the romance section.

Perhaps I wasn’t giving them enough credit. Maybe they believed romance was dead and thought this was a nice nod to that idea? It was a philosophy I wholeheartedly believed in…but I doubted whoever was sending me these messages was that intelligent.

They wouldn’t have decided to play with me in the first place if they were. My brothers and I had spent the last week trying to track down the culprit, but whoever it was had covered their tracks too well. I wasn’t concerned though. They would slip up sooner or later.

Dealing with these little gifts first thing in the morning was becoming irksome. Toeing the corpse with the tip of my dress shoe, I wrinkled my nose. As with the others, there was nothing to distinguish who they were. All I could tell was that he was human and male.

Oh, and headless.

The gaping wound at the neck was still leaking, ensuring my rug was well and truly ruined. Satan forbid whoever dumped them in my shop could wait until they finished bleeding out first.

Rubbing a hand over my tired eyes, I decided my guest could wait until I had been sufficiently caffeinated. I trudged to the coffee machine behind the counter and began to whip up a latte, my hands moving through the actions automatically. I’d initially scoffed when my brother, Harlow, had it delivered. After all, I’d survived a millennia without succumbing to such mundane stimulants as coffee to get through my day. I’d left the gargantuan chrome-and-steel beast to collect dust on the shelf.

And that’s exactly what it did—until I brought home two very enthusiastic twinks from The Closet, the club owned by my brother, Mori. Faced with choosing between another round in the sheets or grabbing a few hours’ kip, I made the only sane choice for a demon.

As I’d ushered the boys out my door at sunrise, honeyed lies pouring from my lips—Yes, my darlings. I promise I will call you—I received a message from Mori about a coven of vamps making threats. Suddenly regretting my choices, I turned to Harlow’s gift with a scowl. After watching several YouTube videos, I wrestled the monster into submission and taught myself how to make a semi-palatable coffee. It took several burns to get there, but I was raised on flames hotter than anything that blasted machine could throw at me.

That had been five years ago, and now I was hooked. I couldn’t even fathom starting my day without stopping for a coffee first—dead bodies or not.

Quote 1b


Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate Lark’s debut, we’re giving away a $10 Amazon Voucher & an e-copy of Devil’s Mark!
Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!
Quote 3b

Blue Logo White

About the Author

Lark lives with her family in southern England. An obsessive romance fan, she loves nothing more than a Happily Ever After – especially if there’s a good plot and a hefty amount of spice along the way. When she’s not reading or writing, she can be found hiding from adult life in escape rooms, travel, and the MCU. As a Bi woman with OCD, Lark is a fervent supporter of the LGBTQIA+ community and an advocate for mental health awareness and support.

Connect with Lark:
www.larktaylorauthor.com
https://www.facebook.com/groups/1144897442996482
https://twitter.com/LarkAuthor
@larktaylorauthor (Instagram)


grr-tours-promo


Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Past Life Lover by S. Rodman

PLL BT Banner

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Past Life Lover
By S. Rodman

Past Life Lover Cover

Who knew putting the bins out could be life changing?

Sam is cleaning up his bar after closing time when out of nowhere a beautiful man jumps literally into his arms and won’t let go.

He soon discovers that the gorgeous stranger, Tally, has had a very traumatic night.

So all this talk of them being lovers in a past life and Tally escaping from hell to be with him again, must just be trauma induced delusions.

It has to be? Right?

There is no way this sweet looking young man is a reincarnated dark lord.

But Sam doesn’t mind looking after Tally until he feels better. It’s not like the poor man has anywhere else to go.

It’s not like one good deed will lead to his life being turned upside down and inside out. Will it?

So what if strange things start to happen? Such as hell hounds and then Lucifer’s husband showing up.

Tally might just well be worth it. Tally might just be worth everything.

Universal Link

Add on Goodreads

PLL Teaser 3

PLL Teaser 4


Excerpt:

Sam walked over to the bar and placed his guest’s ass on it before prying himself back a little so he could look at the stranger.

The young man clung onto him tightly, seemingly not wanting him to move even a few inches, but eventually he surrendered and Sam could finally see his face.

Sam found himself staring into deep blue eyes. They were the color of twilight, when the sky can’t decide whether it’s day or night. But it was the soul that shone within them that was captivating. They were sad eyes, solemn. Haunted and hunted. The eyes of someone who had seen too much, done too much and knew how cruel the world could be.

Yet these eyes still sparkled with passion and life. They burned with a fierce intelligence and a thousand regrets.

Sam realized he had been standing there staring into the stranger’s eyes for a long time. Completely lost in their depths. He pulled his gaze away to take in the rest of him.

His hair flopped nearly into his eyes and framed his face with gentle curls. It was a bright, striking pink. Sam thought it was lovely.

The man had a cute nose and a dusting of freckles. He was young, somewhere in his twenties. There was nothing particularly striking about his face, but Sam thought it was beautiful, mesmerizing. He was quite simply the most stunning person Sam had ever laid eyes on.

“Hi.” Sam tried again.

The young man just stared back at him with that soulful gaze. He didn’t smile.

PLL Teaser 2


Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate the release of Past Life Lover, S. Rodman is giving 3 e-copies of the release!

Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

A RafflecopterGiveaway

Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/cc0f2a57501/?

PLL Teaser 5


Logo 4

About the Author:

I love characters that are battered and broken by life, who through the course of finding love, discover they are strong.
I like to pour my dark past into my characters and hope I will be forgiven.
Despite everything, because of everything, I will always believe that love conquers all.

Catch up with S.Rodman:
https://www.srodman.net/
https://twitter.com/dark_angst
https://www.facebook.com/S-Rodman-107464818361203/
https://www.instagram.com/srodman69/
https://www.tiktok.com/@darkangst69


grr-tours-promo


Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Mother Parker by Rhys Everly

MP RB Banner

Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Mother Parker
By Rhys Everly

Mother Parker Cover

Mayberry Protectors Series, Book 1

Divorced. Beaten down. A failure. Until a ray of sunshine comes into my life…

People call me Officer Grumpypants, but wouldn’t you be if life kept knocking you down?

My life is an endless sh*t list that I can’t even begin to unravel.

It all started when my parents died.

It continued when I was forced to sell my house.

And it all came to an epic conclusion when my wife walked out on me.

What I need is to get my mind in order and my life back on track.

So when my old commander offers me a job in Mayberry Holm, I grab the opportunity by the balls.

I’m ready to put my head down and my hands to work.

What I wasn’t planning though was becoming pet food for crows by this infuriating little man who throws seeds at my face.

Or being hired to help said man with his new store.

Or having to protect him from a bunch of criminals that prey on his softness and sweetness.

Even though he drives me insane, I can’t stop thinking of him. And even though he’s annoyingly cheerful, I can’t help but smile around him.

Or fantasize about him doing… naughty things to me.

What the hell is happening to me? Am I falling for the young, bubbly, pink-haired man? And is it too late to stop it?

Welcome to Mayberry Holm, a small island in the Atlantic full of crime, secrets and happily-ever-afters, and the ex-Navy SEALs that come to deal with them all.

Universal Link

Goodreads

MP Teaser 4

MP Teaser 3


Excerpt:

“All right, Mr. Dorothy, calm down,” he said.

Despite my snap, he didn’t look offended.

“Dorothy? Why Dorothy? This isn’t Oz, sweetheart,” I said.

Did I really need to add the sweetheart to my reply?

No. No, I didn’t. And yet I had, for no reason whatsoever.

“I’m not talking about Dorothy from Oz. I’m talking about Dorothy Zbornak. The grumpiest of the Golden Girls.”

Golden…Golden Girls?

Was he even alive when The Golden Girls was on?

And how was that relevant?

And most importantly, why would he call me by one of their names?

“Dorothy?” I grunted. “And if I’m Dorothy, who the hell are you? Blanche?”

Hwan was definitely a Blanche. He looked effortlessly flawless. Never mind the constant smile on his face, which I was pretty sure was flirting, but I could be wrong.

Not to say anything of the fact he was completely irresistible. Or must be. I assumed. I wouldn’t know, of course. I wasn’t gay.

But if the men he dated felt even an inkling of the…frustration I felt around him, then he must be irresistible.

“Bla—Bitch, I’m Rose, and I own it. Now finish that tea, princess,” he said.

I frowned.

Had he really just called me princess?

And had he really just snapped at me?

He raised an eyebrow and a hint of a smirk before he spoke again.

“That ice is going to melt and ruin your drink. So…hurry up, Mr. Dorothy.”

First, he calls me princess, and now he keeps calling me Dorothy? Who the hell did he think he was?

I started shaking the drink, and naturally, since I was trying to prove a point, the whole thing exploded on me.

“For fuck’s sake!” I shouted, and was it my imagination, or did Hwan jump at my outburst?

“It’s okay. That’s fine. It happens to everyone their first time.”

And there he was with his virgin hints again.

Was he trying to get a rise out of me?

Well, if he was, I was just serving it to him on a platter.

MP Teaser 6

MP Teaser 2


Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate his new release, Rhys is giving away a signed Paperback of Mother Parker (Open Internationally)!

Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

A Rafflecopter Giveaway

Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/cc0f2a57515/?

MP Teaser 5


RE Logo 1 Colour

About the Author:

Rhys Everly-Lawless is a hopeless romantic who loves happily-ever-afters.

Which would explain why he loves writing them.

When he’s not passionately typing out his next book, you can find him cuddling his dog, feeding his husband, or taking long walks letting those plot bunnies breed ferociously in his head.

He writes contemporary gay romances as Rhys Everly and LGBTQ+ urban fantasy and paranormal romances as Rhys Lawless.

You can find out more about him and his work by joining his Newsletter or his Facebook group, Rhys Everly After.

Connect with Rhys:
Website: https://www.rhyswritesromance.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rhyswritesromance
Instagram: @rhyswritesromance
Twitter: @rhyswritesmm
Tiktok: @rhyswritesromance

Rhys Author Pic


grr-tours-promo


Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Learning Curve by N.R. Walker

CR LC Banner

Cover Reveal & Giveaway:
Learning Curve
By N.R. Walker

Learning Curve Cover

Coming September 29th

Franklin University Series, Book 6

Cobey Green

There I was, moving into the dorms at Franklin U, and not into the shared party house I’d lived in my freshman year. Last year had been all about football and afterparties, not schoolwork. Which was why my grades tanked, and why I was one failed class away from being kicked off the team.

Why I needed to live on campus, and find myself a tutor.

Funny that my new roommate just happened to be a tutor. Funny that he was oblivious to how hot he is. For a smart guy, he was pretty clueless. Maybe I could tutor him in how to be more outgoing in exchange for help with calculus? I could teach him how to talk to people, how to make new friends. Hell, maybe I could even help him punch his V card.

Actually, now that I thought about it… that was a really good idea.

Vincent Brandt

And there I was, happy to be back at college, happy to be where I was most comfortable. Happy to be starting another school year, happy to start tutoring again so I could earn some money.

And yes, there I was, equal parts excited and dreading to see who my new roommate would be… Until Cobey Green’s smiling face appeared at the door. A huge football player, loved by everyone, gorgeous, rich, and out of the closet.

Everything I was not.

It didn’t help that he was genuinely a really nice guy. It didn’t help that I could make him laugh, and we could talk so easily, and it certainly didn’t help that we started having private tutorials which ended up way more private than I’d ever dared imagine.

I’d ranked top of my class in every subject since the first grade yet there I was falling stupidly in love with him.

This was going to be a hell of a year. And one very steep learning curve for both of us.

Pre-Order Universal Link

Add to Goodreads

Series Banner CR Learning Curve


Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate this exciting new series and cover reveal, we are giving away 2 advanced e-copies of Learning Curve!

Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

A Rafflecopter Giveaway

Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/cc0f2a57514/?

Franklin University Cover Reveal NR WALKER


NRWalker Logo

About the Author:

N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

Connect with N.R.:
https://smart.bio/nrwalkerauthor/


grr-tours-promo


Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Prince of L.A. by Patricia Logan

PoLA CR Banner

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Prince of L.A. By Patricia Logan

01_PrinceofL.A._Amazon 1867-x-2800

FBI Files, Book 1

Special Agent Leo Reeves is new to the FBI’s L. A. field office. His career has been on track since the day he joined the bureau. He loves his job as profiler and being assigned to a new team in one of the busiest offices in the nation, will be the opportunity of a lifetime…if he can put the past behind him. The face Leo shows the world is strong, focused, dependable, and capable. The long list of citations in his file only serve to prove how good he is.

If he could only forget he was sired by a monster.

Former Marine Staff Sergeant, Max Prince, leads by example. Whether it means protecting men in battle, working for the US Marshal service, or being the best damn field agent the FBI has ever seen, he brings a special kind of bravery to the job. His teammates depend on his ready smiles, his funny jokes, and know him as the capable agent he’s proven to be. They never see the man who buried his heart eight years ago.

The last thing he wants is to fall for the new guy.

When a serial killer suddenly starts targeting innocents, both men have trouble pinning down who they’re dealing with. With victimology all over the place, Leo can’t make sense of a profile and Max simply wants to put the bastard away before he murders anyone else. The case is maddening but worse, the attraction the two men find every time they look at each other, is beginning to get in the way.

Find Patricia on Goodreads

PoLA CR 3

Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate Patricia’s Cover Reveal, we are giving 2 e-copies of Prince of L.A.

Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

A Rafflecopter Giveaway

Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/cc0f2a57513/?


author pic

About the Author:

International bestselling author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house with a large family. When she’s not writing her next thriller or paranormal romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon, and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types. Married to a wonderful man for 36 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.

Pick up your favorite Patricia Logan Book from Amazon

Check out her Audio titles at Audible.com

Email her at [email protected]. She loves to hear from readers more than anything and will respond to all emails.

Connect with Patricia: Website: http://www.authorpatricialogan.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ploganauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/PatriciaLogan1 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorpatricialogan/


grr-tours-promo

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Grayality by Carey PW

Grayality BT Banner

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Grayality
By Carey PW

Grayality Cover

Love knows no gender.

Pate Boone, a twenty-six-year-old transgender man, embarks on a new adventure when his childhood best friend, and yes, ex-lover, Oakley Ogden, convinces him to escape their hometown in hopes for something new.

They land in Cloverleaf, a tiny rural town in Montana, so that Oakley can care for his granny who is battling breast cancer. She pressures the two young men to enroll in a nearby college. Pate immediately becomes enthralled with Maybelle, a young, vivacious freshman to whom he fears revealing his transgender identity. Still, he finds it impossible to resist Maybelle, even after he meets her ex, Bullet, a large, violent man determined to keep Pate away from “his girl.”

But there are others who accept Pate immediately, like Stormy. An outdoorsy, rugged freshman, Stormy warns Pate away from Maybelle and Bullet, but Pate’s too infatuated to heed these warnings.

Oakley tries to support his friend’s new love but finds himself entangled in his own emotional calamity when he unintentionally falls for Jody, a gay and ostentatiously confident drag queen. This new relationship awakens deep, internal conflicts in Oakley as he struggles to accept his bisexuality, lashing out at Pate and causing friction between him and Jody.

Oakley must decide if he can overcome his insecurities so he doesn’t lose the love of his life. And Pate must discover if the love between him and Maybelle is strong enough for her to accept him as a transgender man, or if she will break his heart.

Universal Link

Add to Goodreads

And check out their WEBSITE
& stay up to date!

Grayality Teaser 2

Grayality Teaser 3


Excerpt:

How did I get here?

The question engulfed me as my eyes cringed and my guts tensed up as Oakley and I flew down the highway going seventy-five miles per hour. All I saw were miles of flat earth, lazy summer cows and the occasional rolling hill extending off into some unknown horizon. It looked distant and hopeless.

I was twenty-six years old and going nowhere. The only thing that I’d ever known for certain was that I wanted to be a man. I spent most of my high school days and early twenties working endless shifts at whatever hourly wage job would have me. I also worked small tutoring jobs, helping high school drop-outs study for their GEDs, or helping kids in the neighborhood get through high school trigonometry. Luckily, I got a steady gig as a bartender in East Atlanta that offered full-time benefits and insurance, something I had thought was an elusive dream. It took years of sacrifice and slaving away to scrape together enough funds to pay for my hormones and, eventually, my top surgery. Of course, kids typically stay on their parents’ insurance until their mid-twenties (thanks Obama!), but I was not welcome at home anymore and didn’t want to bug my parents for their insurance card. So I had to do it on my own.

I performed well in high school and later in college, maintaining a four-point-oh average and getting enough scholarships to help me fund my bachelor’s degree in English education. However, when I realized that I was transgender, college just wasn’t a priority anymore. I dropped out after two years to work full-time and earn more money for treatment.

Now, my current transitioning journey had been halted. I’d been taking hormones for more than two years and had top surgery ten months ago. I had no more funds to pursue the full transition, the coveted bottom surgery. I was now more visibly a man, but I was a man with no job, no more money and no support, except for Oakley.

Oakley and I met in the first grade. He was the typical “rebel” southerner who wore death metal shirts and played lead guitar in a death metal band. Oakley was my first everything. First friend, first real boyfriend (good ol’ ninth grade) and first sexual experience.

Oakley had a slow start into adulthood. He came close to marrying a girl he met after high school. Her family owned a dry-cleaning business, and they let Oakley manage one of their stores. A few years later, the girl got pregnant, and it seemed that Oakley’s future was set. For someone so rebellious, here he was getting married, having babies, buying a home and working in the family business. What a sell-out, I thought. A few months before the wedding, the girl told him that she had been seeing the drummer in his metal band and that the baby was the spawn of their passionate, clandestine romance that occurred often in the backseat of his truck while Oakley was tuning his guitar. Oakley never fully recovered.

Here we are, years later, Oakley childless, and me breastless.

A few months ago, Oakley’s grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was having a double mastectomy done in Seattle and would be returning to her ranch in a small town in Eastern Montana. She needed someone to take care of her and provide transportation for medical appointments. She offered Oakley free room and board, homecooked Granny meals and a beautiful, skyscraper-free skyline. Her only caveat was that she wanted Oakley to enroll in the local university and hold a part-time job. Since he had spent his childhood and adolescent years taking many trips to Montana for snowboarding and skiing, Oakley claimed that he was ready for a change and that the South just wasn’t where his soul belonged. Too afraid to embark on this new Pacific Northwest adventure on his own, he talked his grandmother into letting me move with him.

Neither of us grew up in urban, crowded, skyscraper jungles, but we were products of endless major highways with exits every five to ten miles that glowed under golden arches and gas station beams. As Oakley’s 2004 Pontiac Sunfire flew up Highway 2, my eyes frantically searched for lights, gas stations, food and civilization, only to see nothing more than flat earth and cattle ranches every time our car passed over a hill. I think I will need to develop a strong bladder.

“Are you sure that there is a town on this road?” I asked, more to myself than Oakley. “And why the fuck is it so cold? It’s freakin’ July!” I shoved my hands into my armpits in futile hopes of warmth. All my clothes were packed tight into old suitcases and garbage bags in the trunk, and I was sporting a tight-fitting black tank to show off my petite but toned biceps. But when our little Sunfire pulled into the dark, shady gas station along the Montana and North Dakota border, my face was met with a slap of icy cold wind and droplets of rain, sending a piercing shiver up my spine. I checked the weather on my phone. It read forty-five degrees.

“I’ve never actually driven here. We’ve always flown in from Billings in the eight-seater plane. Trust me, it will look better when we reach Cloverleaf,” Oakley calmly assured me.

Rising up from the conservative Southern trenches that had filled my belly with a large, hardened rock, I had learned to keep my mouth shut and my head down. As my eyes scoured the landscape of dilapidated derelict buildings and closed businesses when our car arrived in town, my heart wasn’t optimistic that Cloverleaf was going to be the place for me to thrive. As I looked closely at a man climbing out of his gargantuan four-by-four truck, I could just make out the ruggedness of his dirty hands with bloody cracks, his stiff, muddy boots that were probably black underneath all the dirt, and his deep forehead wrinkles from the hours in the blazing sun and frigid wind. Even if men here accepted me as a man, I didn’t know how I would interact with this form of masculinity. Instead, I gently caressed my soft, delicate, feminine hands.

I wasn’t a man’s man, yet in some ways, I was. I’d always been athletic. I played sports in elementary and middle school before quitting to work during high school. I was never talented, always preferring to support the good players rather than put myself out there, especially with the form-fitting uniforms that showcased my bouncy breasts when I ran. However, sports offered me a good excuse to exercise and stay fit in an attempt to avoid developing female curves.

Even after I started working, I still jogged three miles daily and lifted weights to make everything as lean and tight as possible. It took about a year and a half for the testosterone to thin me out like a man. As I ran my hands along my thigh bones that were hugged by my runner’s muscles, then along my abdomen where I could now feel the subtle crevices that nearly formed a complete six-pack, I finally adored my body. Years of working out and restricting my diet still left a hovering, protruding belly of fat that stuck out, and round hips that insisted on telling the whole world that I was a woman and never allowed me to have the body that my exercise efforts and heart cried out for. I scratched between my legs, waking up from my physical admiration as my genitals reminded me that I was still only half a man.

“You’ll be fine. There’s still a lot of pretty girls around here. And we’ll be hot stuff because we’re new and exotic,” Oakley sang as he rubbed his septum bullring piercing, causing his shirt sleeve to rise, revealing his array of skull tattoos.

Oakley and I were similar guys. We both had small, skinny physiques that prevented us from appearing like tough, dominant masculines, so we chose to paint our bodies with as many skulls, horror tattoos and gag-inducing piercings as possible to prove our masculinity in another kind of “tough” way. After all, I didn’t think that truck-driving ranching man who I saw at the last town was “man enough” to stick a needle in his septum or through his penis, as Oakley bravely did a few weeks ago. Yet, I felt that our masculinity was always dismissed because it didn’t follow stereotypical displays that involved driving trucks, getting dirty or flexing muscles. On the other hand, maybe it was all in my head.

“How do you suggest that I date around here?” I asked, throwing my hand up at the ocean of perpetual brown fields. “It would only take two seconds before everyone here knows I’m a freak.”

“You’re not a freak.”

“Yeah, well, say that to all the other men without vaginas.” I crossed my arms.

“I think there are a lot of women who wouldn’t care. Women are more open with their sexuality,” he argued.

“But then you add the no job, no money, no car—”

“We’ll get jobs,” he interrupted me. “There’s always hourly work around here. That’s easy. You can save up for a car. And we’re going to college, so our financial situation is acceptable.”

“Are you really into the college thing?” I challenged.

“Are you?” Oakley turned his eyes sideways to search for any dishonesty.

I heaved in a gulp of air as I looked away from him and focused my gaze on a worn-down Misfits sticker on his dashboard.

“What?” he urged.

“It’s just a waste of time,” I grumbled.

“You’re a good teacher. You’re going to be a good teacher—”

“No one is going to hire or accept a trans teacher in schools. Even if I get certified and hired, if I am ‘discovered’”—I made quotation marks with my fingers—“it’s over. And even if it’s not, I don’t want to put up the fight, you know?”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not trying to be some transgender freedom fighter.” I sighed. “I just don’t want anyone around here to know about it, okay? Like don’t tell anybody.”

“Granny knows,” he reminded me.

“Besides Granny.”

“Okay.”

Grayality Teaser 1

Grayality Teaser 4


Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate the exciting debut, Carey is giving away 15 Special Swag Bags!

Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

A Rafflecoper Giveaway

Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/cc0f2a57498/?

Grayality Teaser 5


Carey PW Twitter

About the Author:

Carey PW (he/they) is a debut author, college instructor, and mental health counselor. Carey is currently completing his next manuscript, Acing the Game. This novel follows Shep, an asexual, transgender person who convinces his husband Elmer to seek a third to join their marriage because Shep fears that he cannot satisfy Elmer, and the adventure begins.

Carey lives in Montana, and identifies as nonbinary, transmasculine (AFAB) and panromantic asexual. Due to the lack of resources in rural communities, Carey has discovered that writing about his lived experiences is a therapeutic outlet for him and hopes that his readers relate to his own personal struggles shared through his characters’ narratives. Carey is particularly interested in exploring relationship conflicts around sexuality and gender differences. Carey has also worked as a high school writing instructor and college writing instructor, earning a B.A. in English Literature, a M.Ed. in English Education, and Ph.D. in Social Foundations of Education all from the University of Georgia. In 2020, Carey earned his second M.Ed. in Counselor Education.

Readers can learn more about Carey from his blog, www.careypw.com. When he is not writing, Carey is busy training for marathons, sharing his culinary talents on social media, and watching horror movies.

Connect with Carey:
Instagram – @careypatrickwertz
Twitter – @CareyPW2
Facebook: www.facebook.com/kerri.p.singer
www.careypw.com


grr-tours-promo


Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Tide To You by JJ Harper

TTY RB Banner

Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Tide To You
By JJ Harper

JJ_Ebook(1)

Destination Daddies, Season 2

When a much-needed holiday turns into so much more than sun and sand.

Hudson

Why have I even entered that competition? I never win anything. Ever.

Colour me surprised I won a weeklong holiday in a resort for Daddies and boys. And at the right time too.

A break from work.

A break from bad choices.

A break from being seen only as a sugar Daddy.

The Hôtel Plaisir looks the perfect place to unwind, relax, and have some fun. Even more perfect is the beautiful young man waiting for me. He’s everything I’ve ever looked for. He’s also the host for the week, which makes him out of bounds.

Doesn’t it?

Yannick

The chance to organise my own event and prove to my father I can be trusted to run our family hotel landed in my hands thanks to Cuffd and their competition. The winner gets an all-inclusive week at our resort.

I didn’t expect him to be my dream Daddy.

I didn’t expect to hurt so much when he played with the other boys.

I didn’t expect to give myself to a man who will leave.

But it is too good to pass up. Even if it breaks my father’s trust.

Tide to You is part of the Destination Daddies Season Two multi-author series. It features an older, jaded Daddy and a boy who knows he has more to lose than his heart. Each book can be read as a standalone, but there are so many destinations and Daddies to discover, why not grab them all?

Universal Link

Goodreads

Teaser 8

Teaser 2


Excerpt:

I walk around the swimming pool area, making sure that everything is in place. Around the largest pool, sun loungers face the shimmering azure water that entices the guest to plunge in for a swim. Plush white towels are folded neatly at the end of each padded cushion. A small table by the side is ready to hold drinks, and large canvas parasols take away the glare of the sun. The smaller pool has the same loungers, although some are larger and meant for two or even three people sitting together. They are set up the same way as in the larger area but are more intimate. The entrance to the private beach is clear of any of the pristine golden sand that the overnight breeze may have swept onto it. Breakers between the double and triple loungers give privacy to the occupants.

Clothing is optional on both the beach and in the pool area. I learnt from a very early age not to be shocked by the naked body. The hotel has been open to the gay community all my life, and at twenty-four, I’ve seen and heard just about everything. The good and the bad parts of life and relationships have all gone on here at some time. Including the break-up of my papa and mon père, Thomas, and the introduction to Christophe as his new husband.

The hotel is spread over an enormous stretch of beach with most of the guest rooms situated in the main building. The reception and dining room are also here. Six individual suites have been erected to the side of the terrace.

For specialist holidays, like the Cuffd event, we have a private area with four playrooms, a bar and open stage area, and another four viewing rooms. We can cater for every guest’s taste and desires.

When I was seventeen, I lost my virginity in one of the playrooms to a man I’d thought loved me but really only wanted to be the first man to have me. That night has taught me a valuable lesson, and now I pick my lovers carefully, not trusting the words of lust-driven men. Yet I’m still holding out hope for my man to be out there.

Add a subheading


Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate the release of Tide To You, JJ Harper is giving away an ebook of the winner’s choice from her backlist. 3 winners will be chosen!

Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

A Rafflecopter Giveaway

Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/cc0f2a57512/?

Tide to You


white background logo

About the Author:

You will normally find her in the living room—typing away—with her wayward Great Dane, Siddiqi. As a hopeless romantic, JJ dives into her stories, always falling in love with her men, making sure they get the happy-ever-after they deserve, even if they do have to work hard for it.
JJ lives in a small, very quiet, village in Lincolnshire, UK, with her husband and dog, and spends all day dreaming up stories full of really hot men.

Connect with JJ:

Website: https://www.jjharper-author.com
Author page: https://www.facebook.com/authorJJHarper
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/jessjhoney
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/ha7whyj6
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jessjharper
BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jj-harper
Amazon author page: amazon.com/author/jjharper
Harper’s Honeys: https://www.facebook.com/groups/HarpersHoneys/


grr-tours-promo


Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Professor’s Date by Lane Hayes

TPD Banner

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
The Professor’s Date
By Lane Hayes

The Professor's Date Cover

The Script Club, Book 5

The professor, the hair stylist, and a wedding date…

Tommy

Help! My sister is getting married and according to her, I need a date. And a makeover. I’m a busy man, though. I don’t have time to meet eligible bachelors, and the tape holding my glasses together works just fine. Until my hair stylist steps on them.

Yes, Noah, my dazzling dreamboat of a hair guru created a mini disaster, but I don’t mind at all. He’s a sweet, funny, kind jock who—

Screech! No jocks. I have nothing in common with sporty people.

Except…Noah is different.

Noah

I don’t date. However, I’m not opposed to offering fashion advice to a sexy professor in need. A haircut, a quick shopping expedition…

Boom! Mission accomplished.

Not so fast. I’ve misjudged the situation and my attraction to the geek with the tragic sense of style. Sure, Thomas is too smart for me by a long shot, but there’s something about him that makes it easy to forget my past. It might be his quietly commanding nature or his movie-star good looks. Or maybe it’s just him.

All I know is that I’m very tempted to be the professor’s date.

The Professor’s Date is an MM geek/jock romance featuring a nerdy professor, a soccer-playing hair stylist, and a quest for the perfect date!

Universal Link

Add to Goodreads

IG Sized TPD Teaser 3

IG Sized TPD Teaser 1


Excerpt:

“Thank you. This has been…”

“Not so terrible?” I suggested.

“The opposite of terrible.” He smiled and pointed at my shirt. “Good luck with your mermen.”

“Thanks. When you’re in the market for cool aquatic apparel, you know where to find me.”

His slow-growing ear-to-ear grin transformed his handsome face into a force of masculine beauty. I could almost anticipate his witty comeback delivered with sophisticated panache because right there and then, he could have been James freaking Bond.

But he was Thomas Hartwell, so he said, “It’s probably safest to classify fabled marine life of the part male, part fish variety in a whimsical rather than a cool category. Uh…but as you can probably tell, I’m not an expert at cool.”

My answering smile was so wide it actually hurt my cheeks. If I didn’t make an exit now, I was liable to do something dumb like hike my leg over his hip, and hump him like a ho. And I highly doubted I could patch the aftermath of that kind of faux pas with superglue, so I held out my hand instead.

“You’re cool just the way you are.”

“Thanks,” he replied, slipping his palm against mine in a firm and steady hold that made me weak in the knees.

His touch was strong and soothing. It anchored me and thrilled me at the same time, leaving me wanting more.

Which had to be why I lost my ever-lovin’ mind.

I leaned in to peck his cheek—the same friendly good-bye I would have bestowed on any new friend-slash-acquaintance. I think the gesture caught him off guard because he tilted his face toward me and suddenly, his lips were a mere inch away. I could smell peppermint on his breath and detect a hint of gold in his blue eyes. Damn, he was gorgeous.

And he was right there. So close I could just…seal my mouth over his. So I did.

Yes, I kissed the professor.

And God, it was good.

IG Sized TPD Teaser 2


Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate the release of The Professor’s Date, Lane is giving away the Winner’s choice of an audiobook or ebook of choice from her published works!

Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

A Rafflecopter Giveaway

Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/cc0f2a57506/?

IG Sized TPD Teaser 4


Check out The Script Club Series

IG Sized The Script Series

& go back to the beginning with Book 1
Following The Rules

Screen Shot 2022-07-20 at 12.13.26 pm

The geek, the jock, and a new set of rules…

Topher-

My friend’s brother needs an academic assistant and I need a job. Problem…jocks are my weakness. Seriously. I lose my ability to speak coherently around muscle-bound hotties. Oh yeah, I lose my inhibitions too—not a good look for a guy with a genius IQ. So what am I going to do about Simon?

Simon-

Finishing college isn’t high on my list of priorities, but my future in professional football is looking bleak. I need a plan B or C, and I could use some help navigating life as an undergrad. Topher is perfect. He’s also a little strange…but in a good way. And I like the way I feel when I’m around him—as though anything is possible. Maybe if we follow our hearts, we’ll find what we’re looking for. But that means changing the rules…

Following the Rules is a MM, bisexual awakening romance starring a lovable nerd, a cool jock, and some extracurricular fun.

Universal Link

Add to Goodreads


Lane Hayes Alternate Logo 3-2

About the Author:

Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016, 2017, 2018-2019, and 2020-2021 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a not quite empty nest.

Connect with Lane:
My Readers’ Group, Lane’s Lovers: https://bit.ly/3aIbMYg
My Newsletter: https://bit.ly/3cICfaK
Blog: www.lane-hayes.com
Twitter: twitter.com/LaneHayes3
FB: facebook.com/LaneHayesAuthor
Amazon Author Page: amazon.com/author/lanehayes
BookBub: bookbub.com/authors/lane-hayes
Instagram: instagram.com/Lanehayesauthor
Goodreads: goodreads.com/LaneHayes

IMG_7110


grr-tours-promo


Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back by Cyd Sidney

OSFTSB Banner

Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
By Cyd Sidney

Ballet Boys5

Ballet Boys Series, Book 1

A stuffy composer meets a flirty ballet dancer. Can these opposites make music together, or will their dreams pull them apart? This is a sweet and steamy MM romance set against the sun-soaked hills of Los Angeles.

Joshua

I should be applying for grad school. Or looking for a job. Anything to get out of my awful rut. But instead, I’m obsessing about the dancer I hooked up with at the ballet studio. Who would have thought a gig playing the piano would lead to the hottest sex of my life? Before we got down to it, I think I promised to help out on a dance concert he’s producing. I was in such a lust haze, I barely remember. He’d better text soon. I wonder if he’s still interested in seeing me in a *very* unprofessional capacity.

Brandon

I can barely focus on the upcoming dance concert or my move to New York. I’m thinking about that cute pianist instead. Did I tell him that I’m moving? Things happened so fast between us I can’t remember. I’ve never had an experience like that where I was totally unraveled by a stranger. If I wasn’t about to move across the country, I would definitely want to go another round. But I’m leaving, so no more hot domination games with Joshua. I’ve got to keep things professional and not fixate on the way his elegant fingers moved across my body.

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back is the first book in the Ballet Boys series. Each book is a standalone, but for maximum enjoyment, I suggest starting with book one.

Universal Link

Add on Goodreads

OSFTSB Teaser 2 alt

OSFTSB Teaser 3


Excerpt:

Get it together, man! Too late, Joshua realized that Brandon was leading him into the changing room, and he stifled the urge to run away. He was a full-grown adult man and he had been in countless locker rooms without even a flicker of arousal. But he wasn’t prepared now. Hadn’t taken his deep breaths and calmed his chi.

Brandon was still talking. What was he saying? He was talking about a showcase performance he was rehearsing for and how they needed a pianist. Had Joshua just agreed to help Brandon on some experimental dance project? That was the last thing Joshua needed right now. He should be plotting the next stage of his career, maybe reapplying to grad school. But no, he heard himself saying the words, “I would love to do it.”

Joshua wanted to strangle himself or simply march himself out the door, but then Brandon began undressing and his mind slowed way, way down. Brandon was telling him the details of the project, and he would definitely need to get them again because all of Joshua’s attention was focused on not looking at Brandon’s naked body.

Joshua locked his eyes on Brandon’s face, specifically his left eyebrow, and dared not look a hairsbreadth down. But Brandon was moving all over the place; leaning over to get his toiletries out of his bag, stretching up to hook his towel on the door, raising his legs to put on flip-flops. And of course, there was the bank of mirrors behind them that provided a complete and constant rear view of the whole proceedings.

Brandon talked through the whole affair. Joshua heard snippets about experimental theater and new modes of dancer expression. The best he could manage by way of response were non-committal “hmms” and the occasional “sounds great”.

Joshua finally felt himself recovering some semblance of cool while Brandon talked his way through a shower. But as soon as the dancer emerged gloriously naked and wet, Joshua went blank again. Brandon took an obscene amount of time toweling off, Joshua noticed with a combination of desire and dread. The dancer was positively ruthless about drying every nook and cranny as he stood just inches from Joshua.

Despite everything, there was this one drop of water that had fallen from Brandon’s hair and was taking a mesmerizing route down the curve of his neck, past a dusky nipple, over bunched abs, then down, down, down.

OSFTSB Teaser 4 alt


Enter the Giveaway:

To celebrate the release of One Step Forward, Two Steps Back, Cyd’s is giving 2 e-copies of the release!

Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

A RafflecopterGiveaway

Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/cc0f2a57510/?

OSFTSB Teaser 1


Cyd Pic

About the Author:

My name is Cyd Sidney and I write queer, romantic tales with a lot of spice/steam/heat (let’s just call it sex). My stories are funny, surprising, and include lots of banter. I’m thrilled that you’re here and hope you’ll join me for the ride!

Catch up with Cyd:
https://twitter.com/CydSidney
https://www.tiktok.com/@cydsidney
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/22076301.Cyd_Sidney
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100077148340652
https://www.instagram.com/cydsidney


grr-tours-promo


Blog & Instagram Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Again by Morgan Brice

Again BT Banner

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Again by Morgan Brice

Again Cover

Fox Hollow Zodiac, Book 2

The fast, furry, and furious! A lynx shifter, pursued by a cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover who’s not just his fated mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that transcends time.

Lynx shifter Noah Wilson narrowly escaped being captured by the Huntsman. While recuperating in Fox Hollow, he meets his fated mate, wolf shifter Drew Lowe.

Noah has to return to Canada to finish filming his TV projects, so he and Drew visit when they can and come up with creative solutions to their long-distance relationship. Noah and Drew are sure they’re meant for each other and start making plans.

Drew’s dreams make him wonder if he and Noah are more than fated mates—could they be a true pairing, destined to find each other lifetime after lifetime?

Then Noah accidentally records a murder, and the killer is on his trail. Can he elude a master tracker and reach the safety of Fox Hollow, or will he and Drew have to wait to find happiness in another life?

Again is a thrill-packed MM shifter romance adventure full of sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, one true pairing, reincarnation, sincere psychics, hunky mechanics, first responders, a sexy wildlife photographer, found family, and fated mates.

Universal Link

Goodreads

IG Tour Tile - Again Teaser 2

IG Tour Tile - Again Teaser 1

Join us over on Instagram for more of Blink!

You can also enter the giveaway on our Instagram post or click here for your chance to win an e-copy of your choice from Morgan or Gail’s backlist!

IG Tour Tile - Giveaway Again


Excerpt:

“Liam was so brave,” Noah said quietly. “He figured out how to open the cages. And then he gave the Huntsman a real run for his money. When it looked like Russ might get shot, Liam practically bit the guy’s face off. He saved us.”

Buried inside Noah’s admiration, Drew could hear a kernel of guilt. Is it weird that I feel like I’ve known him forever, and we’ve barely met?

“Don’t blame yourself—for getting caught or not doing more. You survived. That was your main job,” Drew replied. Noah met his gaze, and Drew thought he saw a hunger for reassurance in the man’s beautiful eyes.

“I tell myself that, but I’m not sure I believe me,” Noah said ruefully. “Maybe that’ll get better with time.”

“I know you haven’t had the best introduction to Fox Hollow, but it’s a great town,” Drew answered, changing the topic. “I don’t know what you’re used to, but almost everyone here is either a shifter or has some other paranormal ability. The few who don’t have abilities are family to those who are. We get some tourists in the summer who aren’t in on the secret, but otherwise this is a very supernatural-friendly place.”

“Good to know,” Noah replied. “I live in Ottawa. Shifters definitely aren’t the norm.”

Drew knew a little about Noah from Sheriff Armel. Noah was a wildlife photographer and an independent television producer who created documentaries and nature shows. He was thirty, single, Canadian, and his other half was a lynx.

I like him. I think we could really get along well.

Mate, his wolf corrected.

Too soon, Drew protested. Let the poor guy recover. Normally shifting accelerated the healing process, but the Huntsman had drugged his victims with something that kept them trapped in their animal form. Now that he was human again, Noah probably wasn’t ready to change back right away.

IG Tour Tile - Again Teaser 1


Check out Book 1 in the
Fox Hollow Zodiac Series

Huntsman

Huntsman Cover

A grieving wolf. A hunted fox. Fated mates, thrown together by chance, and the looming threat of a fabled Huntsman who might tear them apart forever.

Fox shifter Liam Reynard is running from a killer. He uproots his life to find sanctuary in Fox Hollow, deep in the Adirondack Forest in New York.

When his car breaks down, sexy wolf shifter Russ Lowe comes to the rescue, and one touch makes it clear they’re fated mates. Neither man was looking for love, and both are still mending from past heartbreak. When mysterious fires and disappearances threaten Fox Hollow, Liam fears the killer is hot on his trail. Can he protect the town and his fated mate from the evil hunting him, or will an ex-lover’s betrayal cost Liam everything he loves?

Huntsman is full of sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, second chance love, sincere psychics, hot first responders, found family, and fated mates.

Book One in the Fox Hollow: Zodiac series.

Universal Link

Goodreads

IG Tour Tile - Again Out Now 4


About the Author:

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.

Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!

Connect with Morgan/Gail:
Facebook Group
Pinterest (for Morgan and Gail)
Twitter: @MorganBriceBook
Newsletter
Follow me on BookBub
Instagram


grr-tours-promo