Friday, December 2, 2016

Release Blitz and Giveaway~ Two Ruined Christmas Eves

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  Title: Two Ruined Christmas Eves 
Author: Chris McHart 
Release Date: November 30th 2015 
Genre: Holiday, mm romance, short story 

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  BLURB It’s Christmas Eve, and folk music star Jonas is on his way to the most important gig of his career, the Volksmusik Stadl. Well, he would be if heavy snowfall hadn’t stopped him on the highway. Fritz has to accompany his grandparents to the biggest folk music event in southern Germany, the worst punishment for a metal fan, especially on Christmas Eve. When these two men meet at the concert after-party, sparks fly. Will this Christmas Eve be something special after all?

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EXCERPT Lights flashed at the stage, and a man in a dark suit stepped under the spot they created. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ll go on air in 60 seconds. Before I wish you all a great evening here at the Volksmusik Stadl, I have an announcement. Jonas Goldbaum couldn’t make it. He is presumably stuck in traffic, but we haven’t been able to reach him. Please excuse that he won’t be singing today.” The man nodded to the camera. “And we’ll go live in three… two… one… Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to this very special Christmas edition of the most famous folk music event in German TV. I’m so happy to welcome you all, and of course, you at home on the TV, to this show. I hope you all have a wonderful evening with our stars. I wish you all a Merry Christmas!” The curtain opened, and the first tones sounded. A female singer raised her voice over the guitar. “I’m standing outside, watching you go, My heart bleeds, my soul is lost, without you…” Why didn’t anyone have mercy on him? Fritz clenched his teeth and tried— unsuccessfully— to tune her out. Ignoring the high notes was impossible. This was going to be a long evening. It was even more awful than he’d anticipated. It was horrible. All these smiling faces, the happy or heartbreak songs, the cameras flashing over the crowd, and he in the middle of it wishing desperately he wasn’t there. Fritz took another sip, imagining it was a beer or something stronger. Two and a fucking half hours later, the moderator finally told them they were done. Finally! Okay, he wished them all a great evening, and how much fun he had, and yada yada yada, but Fritz tuned him out as well, after he’d heard it was over. Now he just had to make it through the after-show party. This was the worst Christmas Eve ever.

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  About the Author

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  I’m a writer of M/M romance and M/M erotic romance from Germany. I’ve always had stories in my head, but a while ago I allowed them to get out and on paper. Looks like it has been a good decision, although the more stories I write, the more I have in my head. Maybe I’ll have all of them out someday, and there’ll be nothing more to write, but for the next years, I don’t see that coming. When I’m not writing, I spend time with my family (I have the best husband EVER) and try to keep all my animals happy. I also enjoy gardening and cooking, although I’m still looking for someone to clean up afterwards. And, of course, I love reading, whenever I have a quiet moment. Writing and reading is my break from everyday stress and I hope you join me!


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Thursday, December 1, 2016

Snowed In Audiobook Tour Stop

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  Title: Snowed In 
Author: Teodora Kostova 
Release Date: November 14th 2016 
Genre: Audiobook, Contemporary MM Romance

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BLURB Be careful what you wish for... Nate has been in love with Quinn, his brother’s best friend, for as long as he can remember. But when he finally gets the chance to show Quinn how he feels, his heart gets broken in the most unexpected way. Second chances come when you least expect them... Quinn doesn’t believe in miracles, especially not Christmas ones. When he decides to win Nate back he knows it won’t be easy. The last thing he expects is a health scare, a road trip and a vicious snow storm to work in his favor. In the end, a cabin in the woods turns out to be not only the shelter they desperately need, but also Quinn's very own Christmas miracle. Sometimes, to forgive, you need to get snowed in…

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  EXCERPT Nate could hear the cruelty in his tone but he didn't care. He’d never been this angry in his life, and if Quinn wasn’t here to face the mess he’d caused, Nate was going to use the next best thing – the traitor who’d chosen him over his own brother. “I didn’t know any of that,” Brandon said, his eyes softening. He reached for Nate, but Nate whipped his hand away, taking a step back. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Angry tears prickled behind his eyes, making him feel humiliated even more. Spinning around on his heel, he ignored Brandon's voice calling him back and stomped into to his room, slamming the door. He didn’t make it to the bed. The anger, grief, and loss he’d felt overwhelmed him and Nate slumped to the floor, a ragged sob tearing out of his throat. I hope one day you can forgive me... Not a chance in fucking hell.

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  About the Author

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  Hi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband and my son. I've been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job a few years ago when I decided that everything else I've tried bores me to death and I have to do what I've always wanted to do, but never had the guts to fully embrace. I've been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among other things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It's the only time that I'm truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time - my son has a bigger attention span than me. When I'm procrastinating, I like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case scenario, get beaten at every Nintendo Wii game by a very inventive kid. Don't be shy and get in touch - I love connecting with my readers.

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WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ WHERE A WRITER STARTS




Z:  (If someone looked at Zi , they would think that after a long stretch of working without looking up he was coming up for air,  or most likely a snack.  He would have fooled all, for the philosopher had taken hold, or was it just one of those sporadic thoughts that sometimes popped into the not-as-young-as-used-to-be heads) Most writers begin by writing cathartic experiences.
A:  (Blinks as she looks up, having been in her own writing marathon: figuring out lunches for the week) I starter with a journal recounting my life.  A good part of it was in code.    Mom thought I was a good writer and didn't make it a secret that she wanted to read my journal.   But mothers are like that, their kids are geniuses.  I wanted to keep my personal thoughts private.  And, yes it was therapeutic.
Z:  There are risks.  How does one transcend from a journal to exposing their thoughts and feelings to others?
A:  What risks?  (She wondered what other risk there could be then Mom figuring out the code.  Which she did, and was so disappointed her daughter wrote about food not boys.)  I believed I wrote well enough that others might enjoy my thoughts.
Z:  When we are in our own minds we have shortcuts that we take with our writing.  So just being cathartic could be confusing for a reader.  (He paused, stroked his beard, found Jamie's tiny toy caught on a few whiskers)  Going from confusing shorthand is grown from painstakingly describing feelings or events via the ideal of placing the audience as the purpose of the writing.
A:  We write for others.  My journal was for me... and... well... I guess a little for Mom.
Z:  Should a writer use experience to create or pure imagination?  (He did the eyeball bounce as if in tune to a ticking clock and hummed that Jeopardy song)
A:  Trick question.  Both is the correct reply.
Z:  Yes.  Nose on.  (He touched his nose)
A:  (For a moment she wondered what gesture would have happened if he said balls on....)  But what about the author's privacy.  So many people believe authors are what they write and that is so far from the truth.  We are not murders... scallywags... world travelers... fantastic lovers.
Z:  Speak for yourself about that last one.
A:  Ego---ago-go!
Z:  Writing cathartic or living within the characters...the balance between the two is how an author protects their privacy... if the work is all cathartic then the writer is vulnerable...but if the written pieces are about the characters and the scribe uses their own life experience to act as if they are in the shoes of the dramatis personae [story characters]... the final product is personal but personal to the characters not to oneself or even sometimes skewed memories.  We write about pain knowing pain.  Not that we had ever been kidnapped and knew such fear. 
A:  “When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.”  This was written by Madeleine L'Engle.
Z:  So apt!  The fear of being vulnerable is why writers hold back.  So separating the two forces of character driven feelings that the author can relate, is the key.
A:  Can you write while stirring the stew?
Z:  It is your turn to make lunch.  (He thought huh, but let it go.  Ang oft marched to the beat of a different toe tapper) Stew?  Stirring?  Literally or figuratively?
A:  (She read from her screen)  “They saw it like they lived it .... this was an ugly stew sprinkled with glitter, sugar and wax drippings, gasoline or fire, somewhere over an underpass, along the 101 freeway, bouncing between skyscrapers, 22-hour days cooled off by Coronas or some such piss at 7:30 in the morning in an old '50s Ford with religious crap scattered on the dash, chipped bones, fat lips, bruises, broken glass, sunshine-baked brain, dirty-sock-in-the-mouth-hangover.” was written by Keith Morris.  Was he anal retentive... detailed-oriented... ditzy... stirring stew or was this an outline or not?
Z:  Morris wrote from some place within his spirit and soul.  He knew it and shared it. 
A:  Should one wear cologne while writing a love scene?
Z:  Do I?
A:  Maybe you should.  (She spritzed herself)  “The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.”  I don't know who wrote that.  Wish I had.  But as writers when we give of ourselves we know the telltale residue of each idea.   I remember moments a washed within the perfumed scents.  It helps get in touch with a place I need.  I wrote more sensuous if I feel sensuous.  I suspect you do as well.
Z:  “Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt of, not swallowed”   I feel Josh Billings thoughts.  “Sweat is the cologne of accomplishment”  ...  “Sex appeal is the keynote of our civilization.”  This was written by Henri Bergson.  So in order to communicate such depth of emotions one has to have felt them as well as imagined them ripening into glorious moments.   To emote we have to have felt.
A:  Artists must suffer.  (She held the pained, breathy look for a beat too long)
Z:  Then write for others about it.

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The hunt for a serial killer just got very personal . . . 


TAKEN
LOST Series #5
Cynthia Eden
Releasing Nov 29th, 2016
Avon Books


In New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden’s latest novel, the Last Option Search Team (LOST) returns— and for one agent, the hunt for a serial killer just got very personal . . . 

HE SWORE TO PROTECT HER . . .

Bailey Jones somehow survived her harrowing abduction by the infamous Death Angel. But while her physical scars have healed, she can’t stop wondering about a woman she helped to escape, who simply disappeared. When LOST agent Asher Young is assigned to her case, Bailey instantly feels an attraction to the intense ex-SEAL who seems to be carrying dark secrets of his own.

BUT KEEPING HIS PROMISE . . .

Asher can’t afford to let his growing feelings for Bailey distract him from his job. Only she can soothe his horrific nightmares, but the last thing he wants is for the demons from his past to ever hurt her. Bailey has gotten past his guard, and the emotions he feels for her—they’re as dark and dangerous as the past he doesn’t want to face.

COULD COST BOTH THEIR LIVES

When corpses begin surfacing—all marked with the same tattoo depicting the Death Angel’s calling card—Asher must race to stop a twisted killer who wants nothing more than to claim his next prize: Bailey . . .
 



“Bailey Jones . . .” Asher said her name softly, as if tasting it on his tongue. “There are a few things you should know about me before we begin.”
            There are things you should know about me, too. But I’m not going to tell you . . . or you won’t help me.
            “First, you don’t have to fear me. Part of my job at LOST—well, let’s just say Gabe hired me on because he wanted a bit more muscle. Protection is my role. I’ll keep you safe and track down any clues about that missing woman. On my watch, nothing will happen to you.”
            She nodded even though—
            I don’t believe you. There is no safety. I learned that.
            “And second . . . you don’t have to bullshit me.”
            Now she blinked in surprise.
            He laughed, a deep, rough rumble of sound that Bailey found she liked to hear.
            “You think I can’t tell when you’re wearing a mask? You’ve got yourself locked down tight, under careful control, don’t you? But you don’t have to do that with me. I’m not one of the North Carolina deputies. I’m not going to judge you. And I’m not some lame-ass reporter who wants to splash your story all over the world.”
            I wear a mask all the time now because something is wrong inside of me. It has been, ever since that fire. That hole. That hell.
            “So let’s put a no-bullshit rule in effect,” he murmured.
            Her hands curled around the steering wheel. “Liking rules, is that more of a military thing again?”
            “Wanting to break rules . . . that’s why I left the SEALs.”
            He’d been a SEAL? She turned to look up at him. “Is there a rule number three?”
            “We’ll get to that rule later . . .”
            She started the vehicle. “I’ll follow you to your place.”
            “Do you have any rules for me?”
            Don’t hurt me. Don’t judge me. Don’t pity me. Bailey cleared her throat. “I’m sure we can get to those rules later, too.”
            He slammed her door shut. Through the window, Bailey watched as he strode away—not to another car, but to a shiny, big monster of a motorcycle. He climbed on, revved the engine moments later, and that rumbling growl filled the parking garage.
            Asher slid the helmet over his head—a black helmet with a dark visor that completely obscured his face. Her heart beat faster as she stared at him.
            Dangerous.
            That had been her first thought when she’d seen him in the conference room.
            But he was on her side. Not a threat to her. He’d help her.
            At least, that was what she hoped. Because if something didn’t change soon, Bailey was afraid that the deputies would be right about her. Her shrink would be right.
            I may go crazy.





Award-winning author Cynthia Eden writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York TimesUSA TodayDigital Book World, and IndieReader bestseller. Cynthia is also a two-time finalist for the RITA® Award (she was a finalist both in the romantic suspense category and in the paranormal romance category).

Since she began writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written more than thirty novels and novellas. She lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast.



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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Discover Elizabeth Hoyt's Duke of Pleasure and the Maiden Lane Series


DUKE OF PLEASURE by Elizabeth Hoyt (November 29, 2016; Grand Central Publishing Mass Market; The Maiden Lane Series #11)


IN THE ARMS OF DANGER
Bold. Brave. Brutally handsome. Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kyle, is the king's secret weapon. Sent to defeat the notorious Lords of Chaos, he is ambushed in a London alley-and rescued by an unlikely ally: a masked stranger with the unmistakable curves of a woman.

IN THE HEAT OF DESIRE
Cocky. Clever. Courageously independent. Alf has survived on the perilous streets of St. Giles by disguising her sex. By day she is a boy, dealing in information and secrets. By night she's the notorious Ghost of St. Giles, a masked vigilante. But as she saves Hugh from assassins, she finds herself succumbing to temptation . . .

ONE KISS WILL CHANGE THEIR LIVES FOREVER
When Hugh hires Alf to investigate the Lords of Chaos, her worlds collide. Once Hugh realizes that the boy and the Ghost are the same, will Alf find the courage to become the woman she needs to be-before the Lords of Chaos destroy them both?

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Elizabeth Hoyt is the New York Times bestselling author of over seventeen lush historical romances including the Maiden Lane series. Publishers Weekly has called her writing "mesmerizing." She also pens deliciously fun contemporary romances under the name Julia Harper. Elizabeth lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with three untrained dogs, a garden in constant need of weeding, and the long-suffering Mr. Hoyt.


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