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Ghost in the Water Release Day Blitz

Ghost in the Water Release Day Blitz

Title: The Ghost in the Water
Series: Samuel Dexter Book 2
Author: Faith Gibson
Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance
Release Date: March 3, 2018 
There’s a serial killer in Robins, Alabama… And he’s targeting women who look like the missing young woman Samuel Dexter and his PI mentor, Jillian, are searching for. As Sam trains to become a Private Investigator, he is also learning more about being a medium. During his missing persons case, two ghosts contact Sam, allowing him to put both new sets of skills to use. 
In Orlando Shaw’s years as a detective in small town Robins, he’s never come up against a serial killer. Until now. The killer is smart, leaving only the most elusive clues behind. Orlando has always relied on his team, but as the killer continues to evade capture, Orlando turns to the one person who has connections beyond his reach – his lover, Sam.
Navigating the rough waters of their reunion, Sam and Orlando learn there is give and take in a relationship. The love they felt as teens is gone, replaced with a more mature love, and it will take compromise by both men to make it work.
With the help of his little ghost, Cindy, Sam embraces his new gifts as together they help solve another crime.
The Ghost in the Water is book 2 in the Samuel Dexter Series. These books are written to be read in order.
“Do you really want to move in with me?” Orlando asked, barely loud enough for me to hear.
I could tell he was nervous. I’d been around him enough over the past few months to know his tells. His voice dipped low and soft when he wasn’t sure of himself, and he gripped my hips tighter than he probably realized, as if he were grounding us together. 
“I do. I can’t worry about the past; I can only look to the future. After I put in a day’s work with Jillian, I want to come home to you. To all this. You cooking and me cleaning up. Seeing our clothes mixed in the washing machine. Lounging around catching up on movies I don’t remember watching. Decorating the house for the holidays. Taking care of Zayden together. I want all the things other couples do when they’re building a home. I want to go to sleep every night with my head on your chest instead of on a cold pillow wondering if you’re asleep yet. I want to wake up with your arm around my waist because you don’t want me rolling away during the night. I want you. I want us.”
“I want that, too. More than anything. Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom. I need to hold you.” 
I allowed him to lead me down the hallway. I hadn’t planned on spending the night, but I had a feeling it was going to happen anyway. I should’ve texted Grams, but she knew where I was, and there had been plenty of nights I hadn’t made it home when I was supposed to. We both stripped down to our briefs and slid into our respective sides of the bed only to meet in the middle. Orlando cradled me the way he would if we were going to sleep, and I got comfortable against his strong body. We lay silently, letting our fingers do the talking. I skimmed my fingertips along his powerful thigh while his ghosted across my chest. When he grazed my nipple, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat. 
That was all it took to break the spell. Orlando pulled me until I was lying on top of him. “I need you inside me,” he said, arching his back so his erection pressed into me. Resting on my forearms, I rocked back and forth until my dick was as hard as his. I didn’t hurry to give him what he wanted. Instead, I continued to torment us both with slow glides. Up and down. Back and forth. “Sam, please,” he begged. Dipping my head, my tongue teased along his full lips. Lips that were parted. Lips that were waiting for mine. 
I licked at the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head, searching. My teeth sank into his lower lip, biting just enough to make him gasp. Giving in to the need, I sealed our mouths. Keeping my eyes on his, I ground our dicks together while I sucked on his tongue, imagining it was his cock in my mouth. I had no idea how much experience I had giving head, but I enjoyed it. I loved the way his erection filled my mouth. The slide of warm skin over my tongue until it hit the back of my throat, making me gag. Why imagine it? Just do it.
I slid down Orlando’s body, licking both nipples and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to his stomach and hip bones. I scraped my teeth along his erection through his cotton briefs before nuzzling my nose against his balls and inhaling. His scent filled my nostrils, but it wasn’t enough. There was something about the way Orlando’s body wash mingled with his natural odor that drove me wild.
“Sam, please. I need you filling me up.” 
“I’m getting there,” I assured him. I had every intention of making love to him, but not before I got a taste. Orlando pushed his underwear off his hips, and I slid them the rest of the way down his legs, licking his tip before sucking him inside. Orlando grabbed my hair and held my head still so he could grind against my face. I opened my throat as much as possible to accommodate his length. He always knew when I needed him to back off, and this time was no exception. His breathing grew jagged the longer I sucked him, and the few words he muttered sounded a lot like he was fucking god in one breath and damning him in the next.
Faith Gibson is a multi-genre author who lives outside Nashville, Tennessee with the love of her life, and her four-legged best friend. She strongly believes that love is love, and there’s not enough love in the world.
She began writing in high school and over the years, penned many stories and poems. When her dreams continued to get crazier than the one before, she decided to keep a dream journal. Many of these night-time escapades have led to a line, a chapter, and even a complete story. You won’t find her books in only one genre, but they will all have one thing in common: a happy ending.
When asked what her purpose in life is, she will say to entertain the masses. Even if it’s one person at a time. When Faith isn’t hard at work on her next story, she can be found playing trivia while enjoying craft beer, reading, or riding her Harley.
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His Convenient Husband by Robin Covington Release Day Blitz

His Convenient Husband by Robin Covington Release Day Blitz

Title:  His Convenient Husband

Series: Love and Sports, Book One

Author: Robin Covington

Publisher:  Entangled Publishing

Release Date: October 9, 2017

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 50,000

Genre: Romance, marriage of convenience, interracial romance, sports romance, LGBTQ

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Synopsis

NFL football player Isaiah Blackwell lost his husband three years ago and is raising their teen son alone. He lives his life as quietly as his job allows, playing ball to support his family but trying not to draw unwanted attention. His quiet life is shaken up when a mutual friend introduces him to Victor, a visiting principal ballet dancer who is everything Isaiah is not. Brash and loud, Victor Aleksandrov has applied for political asylum to avoid returning to Russia, where gay men are targeted and persecuted. He’s been outspoken about gay rights in his home country, and if he doesn’t get asylum, going back to Russia is a death sentence. Their one-night stand turns into a tentative friendship, a relationship they both agree is temporary…until Victor’s denied asylum. Isaiah can’t offer Victor a happily ever after, but he can propose something that’ll keep Victor in the US and safe. . .marriage He just doesn’t expect his new husband to dance away with his heart.

Excerpt

Victor didn’t even think. If he had thought about it, he would have talked himself out of it, but his body took over, and before he knew it he’d pulled Isaiah into his arms. Nothing sexual, nothing calculated, just an embrace for a man who’d lost something precious and who’d carried the weight of his grief, and the grief of his son, on his shoulders. Isaiah didn’t fight him, just melted against him, his large arms wrapping around Victor’s body as he allowed the moment to spool out naturally. Victor slowly released the breath he was holding, afraid that any sudden movement would spook Isaiah back into his previous arm’s length regimentation. The house was quiet, soft music drifting out from the docking station, Evan’s muffled footfalls overhead as he undoubtedly chattered away with his best friend. He curbed his desire to make this more than it was, ignoring the voice in his head that whispered that this was what he always thought having a family would be like. A warm, safe home, children, and a man who loved him, and building a life together. This wasn’t it, but it was as close to perfect as he was likely to get, so he’d take it. For as long as he could have it. They’d never discussed an end, but the natural end date was when he gained his citizenship. So, three years. Not long, but he’d take it, because Isaiah was quickly getting to him, taking up residence in the part of his heart he’d never thought would be filled. Pathetic? He didn’t care. Victor was a romantic, something he had in common with Stephen. And look how Stephen had fallen. Victor didn’t have a chance. The music switched, shifting down into a slower rhythm, not a Latin beat by any measure, but sultry. They began to move together. Victor didn’t make a conscious decision to dance, but it was the language that came most easily to him, and he responded to the natural sway of the embrace. Isaiah followed his lead, the shuffle of their feet falling easily into a modified variation of the bachata. Limbs pressed against each other, muscles flexing as they moved slowly, finding their own pace. Victor sucked in a breath when Isaiah’s hands ran across the bare skin of his back, callouses dragging and igniting sparks of arousal in their wake. He made a sound, low but audible, and somewhere between a gasp and a moan, prompting his husband to pull back, eyes locked on his own. Victor was relieved when he didn’t end the exquisite torture, but instead continued to maintain eye contact as they swayed together in the honey-glazed light of the kitchen. He was hard, sure that Isaiah could feel it through the thin material of his sweatpants, because he felt Isaiah’s erection through his dress pants. They shifted against each other, cocks aligning in a way that made the most of the lazy friction, sending ripples of pleasure over his skin and up his spine. And then Isaiah pulled him closer, and Victor buried his face in the sweet dip of his shoulder, inhaling the scent of laundry detergent, cologne, and the intoxicating smell of his man. Isaiah’s hands dipped lower on his back, fingertips skimming the waistband, the occasional slip below the edge ratcheting his heartbeat up to the point where he knew it could be felt by the man holding him. “So beautiful.” The words coasted across Victor’s skin, barely above a whisper. “Such a temptation.” “I’m here for the taking,” Victor replied, his fingers coasting over the nape of Isaiah’s neck just to satisfy the urge to feel skin. The moment was cloaked in madness, which was the only explanation for his mistake, and he knew it was the last thing he should have said when Isaiah went still, his fingers unconsciously digging into Victor’s hips. They both pulled back, slowly, stubbled cheek against stubbled cheek, until their mouths were touching. Victor licked against his husband’s soft lips, begging for entrance and diving in when he was granted admission. Spice and sweet lemon and heat were everything in this kiss, more exploration than demand as they held on to each other and gave in. The remains of dinner were around them, but this was another kind of hunger, and he’d waited too long to have it satisfied. Victor knew how good they could be together, and while he knew they would walk the razor’s edge between emotion and pure physical indulgence, he was willing to risk it. If he fell, then he’d embrace it. But he knew he’d be falling alone.

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Meet the Author

A USAToday bestseller, Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her books. Her stories burn up the sheets. . .one page at a time. When she’s not writing she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, hoarding red nail polish and stalking Chris Evans. A 2016 RITA® Award finalist, Robin’s books have won the National Reader’s Choice and Golden Leaf Awards and finaled in the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and the Book Seller’s Best. She lives in Maryland with her handsome husband, her two brilliant children (they get it from her, of course!), and her beloved furbabies, Dutch and Dixie Joan Wilder (Yes – THE Joan Wilder) Drop her a line at robin@robincovingtonromance.com – she always writes back.

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