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Taming Teddy by Lucy Lennox

Taming Teddy by Lucy Lennox

Teddy photographs and lives the wildlife.  Career wise he wants to capture something that hasn’t been done before.  He’s on a quest for the unique.  This is how he finds Dr. James (Jamie) Marian.

Jamie is a wildlife consultant aka wildlife whisperer.  He has a way about him that allows him to get close with the animals.  Currently he’s working in Alaska.  He’s turned Teddy down time and time again for a photoshoot.

Teddy refuses to take no for an absolute answer and shows up on Jamie’s door.  Things from there go from extreme ice, simmering, cold, and lonely.  Until a friendship blossoms and almost wilts.

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Iudicium by TC Orton

Iudicium by TC Orton

This is a choose your own adventure story!!! I’m pretty excited about this!!!

Fayt is the fantasy character we get to play. He’s half elf/half human; and has never belonged to either or any. When we meet him he’s on his way to prison. This particular prison is the worst. It houses the most sinister of beings, yet Fayt is a gentle soul, or maybe not.

Upon arriving the warden immediately points out Fayts feminine features and his beauty to the other inmates. Now he has a target on his back.

From here you, the reader, get to chose Fayt’s destiny.

Read the directions carefully and choose wisely my friends.

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Beau and the Beast by Kay Simone

Beau and the Beast by Kay Simone

Wolfram used to be a handsome man; now he’s a beast. Ten years ago the market crashed. Wolfram didn’t head a warning he was given and did nothing to prevent the event. Afterwards himself and his staff became cursed. Wolfram became a beast, his staff’s punishment is that they can’t leave the penthouse or they’ll die.

Ten years later.

Beau is a journalist. He lives with his brother Noah. They’re the only family they have left after becoming orphans at a young age. Noah is scarred and don’t enjoy leaving the apartment. He’s become a computer whiz. One night he breaks into security footage that shows a weird beast roaming the halls of a penthouse and blackmails the occupants.

Beau makes the drop and is essentially kidnapped; for his talents. Maybe if their story got out that would break the spell.

So the story begins….

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Love by Number Release Day Blitz

Love by Number Release Day Blitz

Title:  Love By Number

Author: DJ Jamison

Publisher: DJ Jamison

Release Date: October 12, 2017

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 31,000 words

Genre: Romance, LGBT, m/m contemporary romance

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Aidan doesn’t have the best record with relationships, but he’s had a lifelong love affair with baseball. Player stats and computer simulations make sense. People don’t. But when he needs a ride to the World Series, he must rely on another person: a sexy artist who is as spontaneous as Aidan is predictable. Jesse doesn’t care about baseball. As an artist, he’d rather paint a player than watch him at bat. But his grandpa loves the Kansas City Royals, so he takes him to every home game. He has no idea a fender bender in the parking lot is about to deliver new inspiration in the shape of a man with a whole bag of quirks. Despite their differences, Jesse and Aidan hit it off, and their sexual chemistry is fantastic. But when Aidan’s numbers betray him, Jesse isn’t prepared for the fall-out. If Aidan continues to put his passion for baseball stats above everything else, he could miss out on the most important numbers in life: the number of smiles, kisses and laughs they could share in a lifelong journey together.

Excerpt

Aidan clutched at his hair, heart hammering in his chest. The front driver’s side of his black Saab was crumpled. The wheel well took a direct hit, the force of the collision pressing it into the tire. He could tell from just looking that the axle must be bent, if not broken, by the way the tire tilted at the wrong angle. It’s not drivable, he thought, and his heart hammered harder. He felt his hands trembling, and not as an aftershock of the accident. Well, not from experiencing the accident, at least. He was shaking because his plans had just been thrown in the blender. “Hey, you okay?” He looked up, gazing blankly at the figure approaching him. A man, but his features were lost in the shadows. Not that Aidan could focus on something like facial features right now. That wasn’t easy on a good day, much less in a moment like this. “It’s not that big a deal,” he muttered to himself, as he’d learned from his therapist years ago. “It’s not. It’s not. But …” He groaned and clutched at his hair some more. “How am I going to get to the World Series now? I have to get there!” He’d wrapped up so many hopes in getting to that series, in watching the Royals perform in high-stakes games. It was the perfect time to prove out his math. It might not be rocket science, but Aidan still wanted to watch his math come to life on the baseball field, in the most important series of the season. In person. A hand touched his shoulder, and he flinched away. “I’m sorry. Are you hurt?” a voice asked. A nice, mellow voice. He liked the raspy quality of it and the cadence of the man’s words. His tone calmed Aidan. He managed to drag his gaze from the damage to the man’s face. “I’m …” Sexy Artist Guy. He faltered when he recognized the dark hair tinted with maroon highlights, dark eyes and sculpted lips — all coming together in a perfect symmetry. A perfect representation of geometry in nature, really. And the freckles splashed over his nose, highlighted now by the security lights overhead? They somehow added to his sex appeal instead of detracting from it. Aidan had seen an open sketchbook on this man’s lap more than once when passing by on a bathroom break. He mostly drew portraits, from the look of it, but Aidan had only caught a glimpse. It made sense he was an artist since his entire appearance was like a work of art to Aidan’s eyes. He couldn’t imagine being so creative with his hair or his wardrobe or his skin, where Sexy Artist Guy had embraced both tattooing (his right bicep) and piercing (both ears and right eyebrow). “I’m so sorry,” Sexy Artist Guy said again. “I saw an opening and went for it. I didn’t see you coming, but my grandfather was distracting me—” “Blame it on the old man, why don’t ya?” a hoarse voice boomed loudly enough to make Aidan jump. “Gramps, not now, huh? The guy is freaking out.” “I’m not freaking out,” Aidan said sharply. The fascination with the stranger’s face faded as he remembered why he was in this situation. He gestured to the damage. “There’s no way I can drive that.” “We can give you a lift,” the old man said, at the same time the handsome stranger said, “We’ll call you a tow truck.” “But look at my car!” he said, not sure they understood the direness of the situation. Artist Guy frowned, then glanced behind Aidan. Following his look, he realized they were blocking traffic. A line of cars snaked through the parking lot, headlights shining on Aidan’s personal disaster. “I should move my car.” He glanced back at the bent wheel well, frowning. He hoped he could move the car. “Jesse,” the old man spoke, “you help him push. I’ll get in and put it in neutral.” They all took their positions, and with some work managed to push the car into an empty space next to the Lincoln Towncar that had so cruelly crunched the Saab. Aidan cringed at the scraping metal sound as his car rolled out of the lane of traffic. Once off to the side, Jesse pulled out his wallet. He handed his license to Aidan, who stared at it. He took in all the details: 6-foot-1, 175 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, born one year after Aidan, making him twenty-six. Jesse cleared his throat, and Aidan glanced up. “Aren’t you going to take a picture?” Damn. He’d been staring. The old saying popped into his mind: Take a picture, it’ll last longer. He flushed. “Sorry.” He started to hand the license back, but Jesse looked at him as if he had a screw loose. Then it clicked. Take a picture. For insurance. Right. He dug out his phone and clicked the pic of the license, and then of the insurance card that Jesse handed over. He was still rattled by the accident, thrumming with bottled-up anxiety. “You okay? You’re pretty twitchy,” Jesse said. “I’m sure the insurance will cover the damage.” “Yeah, but it’s my car.” “Yeah?” Aidan waved to his car, unsure how to make Jesse understand. “It was reliable.” “Um, won’t it still be reliable when it’s fixed?” “The World Series is in two days.” “So …” “Jesse, stop being thick,” the old man interrupted. “Obviously, he was going to drive up to St. Louis, and a Saab is a foreign car. He won’t be able to get the parts locally. Maybe not even the mechanic. They don’t make those cars anymore. He can’t get it fixed in time.” “Oh.” “I have to go to that game. I go to all the away games within driving distance. I always do. And this is the World Series. I’m going to have to take a bus, and, oh God, I can’t stand to ride the bus—” “Jesse will drive you.” Aidan looked at the older man. He had a bushy head of white hair and enough wrinkles to give a Shar-Pei a run for its money, but his tone was confident, the kind of confident that brooked no nonsense. He’d heard that tone from his own mother too many times to count. “He will?” “I will?” Jesse echoed. “Gramps, I’m sure Aidan doesn’t want—” “That would be great!” Normally, Aidan wouldn’t want to ride long distance with a stranger, but when contrasted with a bus full of strangers, he jumped at the opportunity. Besides, Jesse and his grandfather had been at every home game. If Jesse were some kind of predator or bully, he’d have shown it by now. Right? He’d only had one other interaction with Jesse. He’d walked up to Aidan once, when he was trying to quickly record the stats from the latest play and compare them against what he’d predicted for that player’s performance. Aidan had been too distracted to make conversation, especially small talk with a stranger. But he couldn’t help noticing his great smile. Jesse was one of those people who smiled with his whole being, not just his mouth. His eyes brightened, his cheeks dimpled and his body even seemed to vibrate with happy energy. Aidan liked that because it was easy to see Jesse’s happiness. It wasn’t subtle, which would be lost on him, or confusing — like when people’s mouths smiled but their eyes stayed cold. He didn’t understand that. Was he supposed to respond to their mouth or their eyes? And then there were some people who just smiled all the time, even when they said mean things. What did that mean? Smiles could be confusing, but Jesse’s wasn’t. “I have tickets to the games,” Gramps was saying now. “I was going to ask you to go, as a favor to me.” “What? But you said in the car—” “Hush,” Gramps said, a gleam in his eye. “I’m not up for that kind of travel. I want you to go in my place, so you can tell me all about it. You take this nice young man. It’s the least we can do. Watch the games for me, and tell me all about it when you come home.” Aidan pulled out his phone to call the tow truck, watching the two men in a staring stand-off. He made arrangements for the tow and disconnected in time to see Jesse sigh and nod. “Okay, Gramps. For you.” “Good boy,” Gramps said, clapping him on the shoulder.

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DJ Jamison grew up in the Midwest and worked in newsrooms for more than 10 years, which came in handy when she began writing stories centered on a series of love connections between small-town Kansas newspaper staffers, their sources and their readers. It was the perfect entrance into the world of fiction, and she has since branched out into ERs, health clinics and other settings to tell the stories of characters who are flawed but loveable. She writes a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual, with a focus on telling love stories that are more about common ground than lust at first sight. DJ is married with two sons and two glow-in-the-dark fish that are miraculously still alive.

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Faux (F-Word 3) by E. Davies

Faux (F-Word 3) by E. Davies

Sam is a 20 year old that gets to be everything but. His mother died two year prior and now he’s running her diner and trying to raise his little brother. He has no time for anything personal, like dating.

Denver works for a charity and is surrounded by happy couples. He’d like to join them in his bliss but his status as an HIV positive male makes it hard. Then he finds himself spending more and more time at the diner conversing and ogling his server Sam.

Both are busy men. How can they carve time out of their schedules for each other? Or will that be their downfall?

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Oracle (The Guardians of Truth) by Andi Copeland

Oracle (The Guardians of Truth) by Andi Copeland

Oracle is a YA fantasy story where the world of demons, angels, guardians join that of the humans. Especially one human woman that is selected to be the Oracle; keeper to the secrets of heaven.

Rhennan is your typical 18 year old teenager. She’s in her last year of high school, goes out with her best friend every day after school, has future plans. Then things begin to change almost immediately after turning 18. Dreams she never remembered before are now fierce and unrelenting. She sees and senses things within the shadows. Is she crazy?

Her grandmother and mother have been arguing more lately and Rhennan knows it’s because of her but she doesn’t understand why. Things around the house are starting to become more questionable everyday. Who can Rhennan trust with everyone withholding secrets?

Thanks to nobody informing Rhennan of what she truly is and destined to become she makes a fatal error in judgement and only sees one way out.

Will she be forgiven by those she loves for her decision? Will she be able to forgive those that deceived her?

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The Half Wolf by Jay Northcote

The Half Wolf by Jay Northcote

Quinn lives in a small english town with his aunt. His father died before he was born, his mother shortly after. Although he’s known love he’s never quite felt like he belongs.

Kellan is a member of a werewolf pack that moves into town. He semi-meets Quinn through a misadventure and then really gets to meet him when Kellan’s job searching .

They know this is supposed to be a short lived, whirlwind, romance, but there’s something more there. Almost like a mating call, but Quinn is human. Isn’t he?

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Tender with a Twist by Annabeth Albert Blog Blitz

Tender with a Twist by Annabeth Albert Blog Blitz


Title:  Tender with a Twist
Series: Rainbow Cove #2, but stands alone well
Author: Annabeth Albert
Publisher:  Annabeth Albert
Release Date: October 2, 2017
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 79,000 words
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, May-December, BDSM (light), Small Town

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One kinky wood carver. One younger chef looking to try new things. A series of lessons that bring both men more than they bargained for…
Curtis Hunt has made a name for himself as a chainsaw wood carver, winning national competitions and operating a small business in Rainbow Cove, Oregon. As winter whittles away his tourist traffic, his goal is just to survive the season and try to not get lost in grief for his dead lover. It’s been two years, but he’s sure he’ll never be over the love of a lifetime. However, his body has a certain restlessness that he doesn’t quite know how to calm.
Logan Rosner knows a thing or two about restlessness. It’s what drove him to Rainbow Cove to be a chef at a bar and grill run by his friends. And it’s what drives him to a single sizzling encounter with the local legendary lumberjack. Both men get far more than they expected and learn that first impressions aren’t always accurate…
But when Logan proposes a series of sexy lessons, Curtis must decide how much he’s willing to risk. He knows he can’t afford to get attached to Logan’s good cooking, his easy smiles, or his caretaking, but he keeps going back for more, even as deeper emotions become involved. Soon, Curtis must decide whether to risk his heart again or risk losing Logan for good.
Tender with a Twist is a 75,000 word stand-alone gay romance with a May/December theme, featuring a second chance at love, opposites attract, loads of sexy times with mild BDSM elements, and one emotionally-charged, guaranteed happy ending with no cliffhangers.

 

Excerpt


Logan
The crazy woodcarver was shirtless. Again. It was a sleepy Thursday in January on the Oregon Coast which meant most sane people were in flannel and jackets and bundled for the sharp bite of the wind. I was wearing fleece-lined bike pants and a long-sleeved cycling jacket myself as I celebrated the first good ride of the year, and I was still chilly when I stopped my ride near the jewelry store on 101—the main highway running through Rainbow Cove. I told myself that I’d stopped for some water from my bottle, but I knew it was a weak excuse. Really, I’d been transfixed by the sight of Curtis Hunt carving up a giant tree trunk with his chainsaw.
For all that rumors flew about his eccentricity, the man was an unparalleled artist, and watching him do his thing was a true pleasure. Sweat dripped from his head and back despite the cool temperature, and he worked like a man possessed, moving this way and that around the piece, dancing almost as his chainsaw flitted about with the sort of grace I’d expect from the jeweler, not this buff lumberjack with heavy machinery.
He wore sawdust splattered jeans, heavy boots, safety goggles and ear protectors, but his red flannel shirt lay discarded on a nearby sculpture of a falcon, showing off his shimmering muscles and tats that even from a distance were impressive. For all that the guy had probably fifteen years on me, he was in amazing shape. Hell, if I had ink and muscles like that, I wouldn’t keep my shirt on, either. All the muscles made something warm unfurl in my gut, but I dismissed the low thrum of arousal as a never-happening-in-this-lifetime thing. Chances were very high that he’d laugh at any of my fantasies, especially the ones involving him, some rope, and his usual intense stare replaced with something closer to supplication.
But, a guy could still look. And want. So I took my time drinking my water, watching as the outline of a bird slowly emerged from the raw tree trunk.
In a town as tiny as Rainbow Cove, the rumor mill worked overtime, and I knew all the rumors about Curtis. Knew he’d lost his longtime lover a year or two ago and that the two of them had been mythic fixtures in the area. Curtis had apparently gotten more eccentric since the other guy had passed, moving into the old gas station he used as a gallery for his carvings, growing his own food, and going notoriously cranky about change.
And change was what had driven me to Rainbow Cove. Change was what my restaurant represented—hope that the area economy could find a new foothold in tourism. So it wasn’t surprising that Curtis didn’t seem to like my friends and me any. Probably wouldn’t appreciate me looking at him like he was a lumbersexual Tumblr all queued up for my viewing pleasure.  But damn, those muscles…
I gave myself last look before I pedaled away, heading away from the center of town, taking the turnoff that would lead me to the narrow residential road that skirted the beach to the south. I was alone on the road, glorious, vast gray skies and sprawling blue ocean my only companions. This was what I’d come to Rainbow Cove for, the space to be alone, the quietness that I’d only ever found before in a dojo. Portland was crowded, and not just with people. My parents’ expectations always loomed large, as did past mistakes and hurts, and the general hustle of the area made it hard to catch my breath, hard to think and breathe and simply be. The traffic. The noise. The demands. All of it had gotten to be too much for me, and when my friend Mason had proposed the idea of the bar and grille here on the coast, I’d leapt at the chance to start fresh, especially since I’d loved the coast from some of my earliest memories of family weekends away.
Eventually, my ride returned me to the tavern where Mason was signing off on a meat delivery from a local farm.
“Chef!” The driver greeted me with a wave as I locked up the bike. “We’ve got some new fillets in. Think you might want some for a special this week?”
My mind immediately flitted away the shirtless woodcarver and back to my real passion—cooking. I loved being the chef here, the guy who made the decisions and the specials. I’d had years of sous chef positions in Portland, growing ever more eager for my own menu, one where I could play with sauces and presentation and choose my own local ingredients.
“I’m picturing a peppercorn crusted fillet with red wine reduction.” I inspected packages Mason was loading into the freezer and fridge. We’d do most of our business with the endless stacks of burger patties, but I loved changing things up with my daily specials, too.
“Don’t know if anyone will pay fillet prices.” Mason shook his head. The slow winter season was starting to wear on my friend, who also served as our business manager. “You can try it as a special, but let’s not over-order.”
I reluctantly took a small order of fillets, ceding to Mason’s wishes, and rounded out my weekly specials plan with cheaper options like shepherd’s pie.
“How was your ride?” Mason asked after the delivery guy was on his way.
“Fine.” I didn’t feel the need to report on my perving of the woodcarver. It had been a little personal indulgence. Not to mention the fact that Mason’s police chief boyfriend, Nash Flint, was close friends with Curtis, which meant I’d be in for double the teasing if I let on that I’d let my eyes wander in that direction.
“You’re not too lonely, are you?” Mason pressed. “It’s your first winter on the coast, and I know that can be hard.”
“Not lonely,” I said, truthfully. I was so happy to be free of all the voices of Portland—my well-meaning parents, my ex, my aikido master, my many opinionated friends, the executive chefs and restaurant managers who hadn’t seen fit to promote me. The silence of the off season meant that for the first time in my life I was finally free to figure out my own direction, and I intended to seize that. I wasn’t telling Mason, but that was my New Year’s resolution—be the person I’d been reluctant to embrace in Portland. It was high time I took a chance on myself.

 

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Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

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Looking In by Michael Bailey

Looking In by Michael Bailey

David is a lovable nerd, well lovable to others, he doesn’t see himself as such.

Adam is a veteran and on the hunt for the perfect gift for his sick nephew. His brother recommends a comic book store. When Adam sees David something pulls at him. He wants to know more about the young man. When they touch it’s electric.

David isn’t won over so easily though. If his life has taught him anything it’s to trust no one and only rely on yourself.

When his past comes back with a vengeance David closes all doors.

How can Adam show David that he’s worth loving?

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Coffee and Bourbon by Jasper Grey

Coffee and Bourbon by Jasper Grey

Noah has spent over a decade blazing a trail all his own. His family left him after he came out as transgender so it’s been him and his best friend Kat. Now he’s happy with who he is; trans, man, and business owner.

Alex is new to town. He’s left his home in the south for a new start. When he walks into the Green Bean, Noah’s coffee shop, he’s taken back by the handsome barista. Soon after they start dating.

When Alex’s past meets his present its a clash of the titans. Will Noah come out unscathed or will there be repercussions?

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