Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Alpha's Redemption

Author: DC Juris

Title: Alpha's Redemption

Series Title and Number: Alpha/omega Verse #3

Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Kristin Norris

Release Date: July 27 2016

Heat Level: 5

Pairing: male/male alien

Length: 17,651

Genre:Gay Romance, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Aliens

Synopsis

Tondreau has spent the last four years helping raise Cadajen's terminally ill daughter, Linea. Though not mates, they've carved out a happy life with each other. It all comes crashing down when Linea's health takes a turn for the worst. Together, they must face the hardest decision of their lives. Will it tear them apart? And can Tondreau put aside his fears and be the Alpha Cadajen needs him to be? .

Excerpt

Tondreau faced him, shaking his head. "You love her, and you show her that love every day, every chance you get." He frowned, his brow furrowed. "Do you know how many of us walk through life without love? How many of us would give almost anything for four years of love?" Cadajen had expected the first half of the statement. But the second half… "You're not without love." Tondreau's frown deepened and he shrugged. "I didn't mean me, specifically." "But you're not. You have to know that. Linea and I both love you. You must be able to smell it on us, at least." The Malorcian shuffled his papers, shoved them into his bag. "Should I bring home something for dinner, or did you have a plan?" Cadajen couldn't help but sigh and shake his head. "It never fails to amaze me." "What?" "You Alphas. You're supposed to be so strong and brave, but the simple things throw you." "Love isn't simple," Tondreau countered. "It's the simplest thing in the universe. It's all the mating and linking that complicates it, but that’s on us. We scramble it up. You shouldn't be afraid of love." "I'm not," he refuted. "The scrambling it up part concerns me, though." "I don't think we'd scramble it up." "There are things you don't know about me." "Nothing that would change how I feel." Red shimmered faintly at the edges of Tondreau's irises, his Alpha instincts responding to the words. Cadajen reached out but stopped short, frowning at the material of Tondreau's long sleeved coat. Wasn't that just so metaphorical? There was always a barrier between them, wasn't there? Not physical, like the clothing -- they'd been naked with each other hundreds of times. He knew Tondreau's body as well as he knew his own. But they'd never been bare together, had they? Well, Tondreau hadn't. There was always something. Some deep dark secret Tondreau feared to reveal and it kept him just out of Cadajen's reach. He looked back up. The red was receding now. Cadajen wanted nothing more than to rip his glove off and press his hand to Tondreau's skin, chase that fleeting emotion, catch it to him and hold it close. Prove himself worthy to Tondreau. Without truly thinking it through, he stepped forward into Tondreau's space. They were close; close enough to feel the warmth of each other's breath, the heat of each other's bodies, and their lips… Cadajen leaned in a tiny bit closer and stopped when Tondreau tensed. He looked up then and his heart shuddered. “Am… am I wrong?” Seconds ticked between them, the question hung in the air, and just when Cadajen was certain he’d made a mistake, Tondreau sighed softly. “You're not wrong.” Cadajen reached for him. Tondreau stepped back. "We can't." "Why?" Cadajen barely recognized the voice as his own as the word forced its way out his throat. He knew he sounded like a petulant child, but he couldn't help it. His omega instincts screamed at him to make Tondreau understand, to beg if he had to. "You said I wasn't wrong." "Daj…" Tondreau sighed again, heavy this time, and raked his fingers through his hair. "You're not…" "Don’t you dare say I'm not worthy." Not that. Anything but that. Tondreau's eyes widened and the red threatened again. "I'd never say that. That's not… It's me who isn't worthy. You don't understand." "Then explain it to me," he pleaded. "We've known each other for seven years. You've helped me raise my child. We practically live together. I love you. I'm in love with you. Don't tell me you didn't know. And don't tell me you don't feel the same. Don't lie to me like that." "I'd never lie to you." He opened his mouth to continue, but the alarm on his pager interrupted him. He glanced down at it. Cadajen recognized the alert as the 'if you don't leave now, you're really, really going to be late' tone. They'd set it up years ago, after Tondreau had lingered too long with Linea a few mornings in a row, and the Academy had slapped his wrists for it. He laid his gloved hand on Tondreau's arm. "Go. It's all right. But we're going to finish this conversation. Promise me. You owe me an explanation." Tondreau nodded. He stepped close quickly, pressed a chaste kiss to Cadajen's cheek, and fled, no doubt grateful for the reprieve.

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Meet the Author

Romance author, sci-fi fan club Captain, cosplayer, reigning Queen of Monkeyland, and random menace. Yep, we're talking about DC Juris. She’s a cupcake-making, football-watching, rubber-duck-collecting, drag-show loving, full-of-fabulous-with-a-capital-F kinda gal. She's also an ordained minister and an amateur photographer. She lives in Upstate New York with her husband, three dogs, and three cats. When she's not writing, you can find her in her favorite chair watching Star Trek and Supernatural repeats on Netflix, or surfing the web for porn. Er…research. Surfing the web for research. She may speak softly but she lives and loves loudly. Just ask the neighbors. ::wink:: https://www.facebook.com/danielchristianjuris www.twitter.com/dcjuris https://www.pinterest.com/dcjuris/ @dcjuris on Instagram and Periscope http://dcjuris.blogspot.com

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Talking with DC Juris

Please give a warm welcome to one of favorite authors and friend, DC Juris.

Welcome to Dawn’s Reading Nook, DC Juris.  Please let my cabana boys/girls get you a drink and make yourself at home. Comfortable? Great…now let’s get down to business.

So tell us about yourself. What got you interested in writing? Who are your publisher(s)? Thanks for having me! I'm DC Juris, and I write GLBTQ and heater romance. I'm published with Breathless Press, Fanny Press, Torquere Press, Noble Romance, MLR Press, and Ravenous Romance.

How did you start your writing career? I've been writing since before kindergarten. I first started seriously pursuing publication in 2007, and by 2009 I had two stories picked up.

Tell us about your favorite character from your books. My favorite changes with my mood. Probably right now it's Vincent from "Finding Sanctuary", because he's so very flawed.

Where do you dream of traveling to and why? I despise travel. If GayRomLit wasn't annual, I'd never leave NY State.

Tell us about your current/upcoming release. What inspired it? My latest release is a fantasy m/m titled "Betrayed." It actually started out as a m/f, then an m/m/f, then an m/f/m, before it morphed into what it was supposed to be.

Has someone helped or mentored you in your writing career? In the early days I got a lot of handholding from Aleksandr Voinov and Raev Gray.

Who are some of your favorite authors/books? I don't talk about my favorite m/m authors (the list is shorter than one would assume) but my favorite mainstream authors are HG Wells and Richard Knaak.

What was your first sale as an author? "Even Guys Cry" in the "I Do, Two" anthology.

When in the day/night do you write? How long per day? I have a 60+ hour a week Evil Day Job, so I snatch time anywhere I can, any time I can.

If you could visit any time and place, where and when would it be and why? No where. It's that aforementioned hatred of travel.

If you could be any shape shifter, what form would you take and why? Probably a bird. Ease of travel and the views!

What else would you like readers to know about you or your work? That I appreciate their support and them holding on for the ride as I get better and hone my talent. And that 2012 is going to be spectacular. At least if I have my way. ::grins::

Who's more fun to write: bad boys or perfect gentlemen and why? Oh, they're both fun! They each have their uses. ::arches eyebrow::

If you could meet any fictional character, who would it be and what would you do together? Ghislain from "Blood Run Cold" by Aleksandr Voinov and Raev Gray. Why? Well, first so I could slap the living shit out of him for that one incident, then so I could discuss our mutual interests. ::wink:: And of course I'd f*ck him. 

Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart? I don't have a favorite per se, but "Betrayed" is probably the closest to my heart, simply because I've been with these characters for over 17 years.

What character out of all your books is the closest to your personality? Probably my transgender character Derek, for obvious reasons.

Anything else you would like to add? Just thanks for having me and thank you to my readers for their continued support!

Betrayed by DC Juris

Available from Breathless Press

Two years after he lost his soul mate to the war, Faldor still pines for Meldrick. His world is turned upside down when Meldrick appears on his doorstep late one night, seemingly back from the dead. Finally escaped from a prison camp, Meldrick protects a dark secret—one that could rip their rekindled love apart if Faldor ever learned the truth. But the longer they're together, the more questions come up. What really happened two years ago? How did Meldrick escape the prison camp after so long? Is Meldrick still the man Faldor fell in love with? Can Meldrick reconcile who he is with who he was and move beyond his treachery, or will betrayal win?

Genre: Fantasy m/m, BDSM, contains non-con

Buy Link: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-betrayed-669002-144.html

Excerpt:

The scent of food wafting on the wind roused him. Not the screams and pleadings for mercy from the men to his right and left, not the shouts and crude insults from the guards, not the plat-plat of the rain, not the tink-clink of the tiny bits of hail. Those were all commonplace. But the smell of cooking food, so close to his cage? Now, that was new. That was downright abnormal.

Meldrick opened his eyes slowly, blinked away the bleariness, and tried to focus. Though he'd just as well have stayed asleep; he'd been dreaming of home. Of Faldor. Not a total loss, he mused to himself, eyeing the approaching guard, who carried a platter of some sort of meat. The guard stopped at his door and kicked out, splashing him with filthy water, mud, and who knew what else. Meldrick raised a hand to fend off the muck, but the effort was useless. He wiped it away from his face as best he could and looked up at the guard.

The guard sneered at him and slung the food between the cage bars. It landed at Meldrick's feet with a wet plop. Though his mind told him the meat was likely rotten, his guts twisted and gurgled in noisy anticipation. He wasn't about to pass up the first meal he'd had all week, regardless of the state of it.

"Eat up," the guard instructed. "General wants you full of energy for tonight."

Meldrick closed his eyes and turned away from the guard, pressed his forehead against the bars of the cage. Now the food made sense. Part of him wanted to refuse to eat, scuff dirt over the rancid mess, and spit on it. Spit on the guard. But that wasn't going to happen. He would eat the food, relish it, savor it, make it last as long as he could, lick it from his fingers, and wish for more. Because there wasn't anything else to do.