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Law of Love by Bob Masters

Hi readers!

As I’ve mentioned many times before, I’m the publisher over at Deep Desires Press — we publish erotica and high-heat-level erotic romance of all romantic pairings.

Law-Of-Love-Bob-Masters-600.jpgI wanted to share Law of Love with you. This short novella came to my inbox a while back and was immediately taken by it. On the surface, Law of Love is a sweet M/M romance (with a few erotic scenes) between a park ranger who’s never even questioned or explored his sexuality and the cute lifeguard that gets a job working with him.

Digging deeper, though, Law of Love is set in 1969, shortly after the Stonewall Riots, and is thus set in a time of tumult, as the LGBTQ community begins loudly demanding equal rights. Paralleling this setting of liberation is the liberating internal journey of Joseph, the park ranger.

Over on the Deep Desires Press blog, I just shared an excerpt from Law of Love. In this scene, Joseph has realized he has some sort of attraction to Jimmy, the lifeguard, but he hasn’t yet clued in that it’s a romantic attraction. Moreover, this is the scene where Jimmy more or less forces Joseph to loosen up. Joseph has been a straight-laced park ranger since he finished college and really hasn’t ever done anything wild or adventurous — but on a midnight boat ride, Jimmy strips down and skinny-dips in the lake, inviting Joseph to join him.

As I read this scene, particularly in the context of the whole book, the simple act of Joseph deciding to drop his boxers was incredibly moving and very empowering.

You can read the excerpt here.

And you can find out where to buy your copy here.

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Louder Than Words by Siryn Sueng

As I’ve mentioned more than once, I’m one of the co-founders and publishers over at Deep Desires Press, a publishing house for erotica and erotic romance.

When we received Siryn Sueng’s submission of Louder Than Words, I immediately knew we had to publish it. I think I feel a certain kinship with the book, perhaps because, like Derrek, I’m a former teacher who crushes on Starbucks baristas. And, like Alex, I have a communication-related disability (Alex can’t speak and I am hard of hearing).

But, most of all, the reason why I knew we had to publish Louder Than Words was because the banter between Derek and Alex is just so effing cute and awkward that I’m grinning the whole time I’m reading it.

You should definitely check out this book!


Blurb:

Derrek is a local teacher in Clearwater, Florida. He frequents a nearby coffee shop before work every morning, where he finds himself enraptured with a young barista, Alex. But Alex never seems to notice him, even when he’s handing Derrek his morning coffee.

After weeks of hiding in his corner under the pretense of working, Derrek finally gains enough courage to ask Alex on a date. He’s crushed when all he gets for an answer is complete silence. He thinks it’s the end, until he finds out that Alex has a disability that has paralyzed his vocal cords.

Sign language is Alex’s way of communication, and it’s something that Derrek knows little to nothing about. With renewed determination, Derrek asks Alex to teach him sign language. Derrek wants to be able to talk to Alex, to tell him how he really feels, and find out if Alex feels the same.

But more than anything, he longs for a relationship that goes deeper than just words alone.

Louder Than Words is an 18,000-word novella.

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Excerpt:

I grabbed a bottle of water and went to the register, where the girl met me with a smile. “Candice” was what her name-tag said. I returned her pleasantries and handed her the bottle of water. As she rang up the total, I looked toward the back of the shop where employees were only allowed. I could see shelves filled with boxes but I didn’t see Alex anywhere.

I cleared my throat and got the courage to ask her where he was. “Uh, is Alex here?”

Candice stared for a moment and then laughed. “Oh, yeah. He’s here, in the back, getting more cups. Did you want to talk to him?” She paused and eyed me as if she knew me. Then she grinned. “You’re the guy from this morning, huh?” she said knowingly, catching me off guard. Had Alex told her about that? The thought had my heart tightening and my face burning with embarrassment.

“Y-yeah … about that—”

“Oh, don’t worry. He didn’t tell me much; just that you surprised him with your rather abrupt confession.” Candice interrupted me and gave me a wolfish grin.

I fiddled with my card and frowned at her. “Can I talk to him please?” I felt a little bad for speaking with a sharp tone, but couldn’t help it. I was annoyed that she was teasing me; as if Bryant didn’t do that enough.

She didn’t seem to care, though, as she walked away with her smile still in place. “Alex!” Her voice rang out in the back and I took a quick glance around the shop to make sure I hadn’t gained too much attention. I turned back to the counter as she came back with Alex in tow; quite literally towing him too, her hand wrapped around his wrist and a happy smile on her face.

“Here you go!” she said with such enthusiasm I was sure her and Bryant were related somehow. She presented Alex to me and he stood there in shock, fidgeting as he looked between her and me.

“Uh … hi,” I said and Candice snickered. I glared at her and she shrugged. It seemed to break the ice and Alex smiled.

“If you need a translator, I can do that for you. He doesn’t talk; he signs,” Candice offered.

“Yeah, I saw that earlier. Um … actually that’s why I wanted to talk to you, uh, speak with you? U-um … sorry. I’m not — anyway. I want to learn. I don’t know a single damn thing about signing, other than like A B C and hi.” I smiled like an idiot as I waved “hi” at him.

Alex’s smile grew and he leaned forward, bracing himself against the computer. He ran his tongue across his lips and I caught sight of a silver bar through the middle. Black bracelets laced his right wrist, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows. His lashes were long and thick, accenting his gorgeous green eyes. Alex’s laugh was raspy, the sound just about gone. The loudest part of it was the hard puff of air, followed by the faintest tone of his voice. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, pulling the black, sleek strands away from his face and I got a full view of the earrings in his ears; a couple of bars, rings of black and red, a stud, and a pretty, silver cuff.

He was definitely a good-looking man. I pressed on, now that the atmosphere between us wasn’t as tense. I was also distracting myself from that bar in his tongue … damn, was it tantalizing. “So, I was wondering if you could teach me. I’d like to learn.”

Alex played with the end of the black bar that crossed the top of his ear. His smile turned into a playful grin, and if I wasn’t already hooked, I was reeled in then. His hands and fingers weaved in the air forming his answer to me and I stared for a moment, too caught up in his sexy smile to really pay much attention.

“He said that’s fine,” Candice translated for me. “Said he wouldn’t mind teaching you. Especially since that’s not how you say ‘hi’ in sign language.”

Alex looked down, his smile growing, and he laughed again with that sweet soundless rasp, and my chest was tight.


About the Author:

Siryn Sueng is an erotica M/M romance writer. Mostly she writes in the fantasy, paranormal, and even Sci-Fi genres. Louder than Words, though, is her first ever contemporary work. She’s married to her wonderful husband of 13 years, and they have two cute kittens, Anubis and Kida, who drive them crazy almost all the time. Anubis fancies himself the destroyer of the elusive red dot…

Siryn is a lover of games on a wide range of platforms. She plays on the PC, console, and hand-held devices (her 3DS currently). She also plays otome novels on her tablet. Dragon Age, the Fire Emblem series, and the Tale’s series are her favorite games. Japan is where she would love to visit sometime. She’s a huge fan of Japan, including manga and anime. Siryn loves to read, though she’s been writing more than reading as of late. And she has a deep love for dragons. She has a very large collection of dragon statues in her house.

Siryn is also a co-writer with Usagi Kita. Together they write under the name ‘Lilia Blanc’ and have published their first book: King’s Lament.

Follow Siryn Sueng on Twitter: @Siryn_Sueng

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Erotic Love and Carnal Sins: Confessions of a Priest

My latest scorching hot novella — co-written with Sandra Claire — is now on Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Smashwords! (It will appear on B&N, Excitica, iBooks, and Kobo soon!)

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Father Peter has devoted his life to the Roman Catholic Church — but not entirely because he is a man of God.  For him, a life of chastity and piety is the perfect place for a closeted gay man to hide from himself.

Try as he might to live a pure life, his forbidden desires chip away at him, leading him on a path of carnal sins that starts with a simple, anonymous, and discreet online encounter.  But that supposed anonymous encounter, with a man just as closeted as Peter, takes an uncomfortable turn when that same man shows up in confessional, wanting to talk with Peter in person.

Unable to lie to himself any longer, and suddenly willing to risk his entire career and life, Peter does the one thing he never dreamed he’d be able to do — he reaches out and touches another man.  He can’t take back what he’s done and can’t pretend it didn’t happen, so that leaves Peter with only one option, to move forward and experience the erotic pleasures found only in the act of gay sex.

Erotic Love & Carnal Sins: Confessions of a Priest is a 29,000-word novella.

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Dubious Desire by Zane Menzy (Book Blitz)

Greetings, blog followers! Today we have Zane Menzy stopping by to share the hot cover and sexy excerpt from his new book, Dubious Desire!


Blurb:

Laid back Keegan Andrews loves his family and his friends but he hates conflict. So when his Mum and best mate, Liam, plan a big event for his eighteenth birthday against his wishes, he doesn’t argue.

Keegan warms to the idea when he discovers his girlfriend Tess is gifting him the best present ever. Sex! Finally, he will be able to “join the club” and leave his virgin status behind. Keegan secretly hopes this will cure him of a recently discovered side to himself. A side that wants nothing more than to see what the sexy jock Liam looks like underneath his clothes.

The night goes well ‘till his father’s best friend Damon arrives. The handsome womanizer ruins everything by robbing Keegan of his present.

As if that isn’t bad enough, Keegan finds out the next day he is going on a mini-getaway with Damon—alone. Biting his tongue and confused with feelings, Keegan begins to wonder how he can get even without it becoming a family dispute. Keegan decides maybe there is a way to get even… and join the club at the same time.

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Excerpt (Chapter Two):
Keegan sat in his bedroom, in front of his computer with his pants down around his ankles. The screen was lit up with sex, a porn video he had just been watching now on pause. The woman’s face had been frozen at the funniest time, her mouth opened wide in unflattering fashion, right in front of a fat, veiny cock that was spurting streaks of cum like bullets in her direction.
Keegan had been beating off most of the morning. He had just taken a break after blowing his second load. He wiped his hand clean of his spunk with a tissue he’d grabbed from a box of Kleenex beside him. He screwed up the soiled paper up, throwing it in a plastic bag at his feet, or as he liked to call it, “the cum dump.
He let his mind wander to his birthday that was only a few days away. It fell on a Saturday this year so if he fancied—after having a few drinks at home with his mates— he could go to town to go clubbing, finally able to see what all the fuss was about. Being born in December, he was the youngest of his school friends and as each month passed by during the year they would come to class raving about how much fun they were having in the bars. Keegan hadn’t been overly jealous but he was curious to know what all this fun was. However, school had wrapped up for the year a few weeks ago now, so he wasn’t going to have the chance to go to class and share any wacky tales of nights out.
Keegan knew he should be filling out hostel accommodation for university next year, but he kept putting it off, unsure if he really wanted to go anymore. His reason for what his mum called a strange change of heart was his biggest secret in the world, one he didn’t even know he had ‘till six months ago. He looked down at his sticky soft cock and imagined his secret sucking it clean.
His girlfriend of two years, Tess, certainly had no intention of doing it. They had been dating for two years and still she hadn’t put out. No fuck, no blow job. All they ever did on the rare occasion was frisky foreplay. Sticky fingers were the full extent of their love life. She would let him finger her pussy while she stroked his dick, giving him a hand job which always felt a bit too rough for his liking. They saw each other on weekends and Keegan had begun to view them not so much as a couple but each other’s reliable plus one to any parties they were invited to. Keegan had given up on Tess ever letting him fuck her. He just lived through porn and imagining fun times with his secret. He felt doomed to die a virgin and never actually join the club.
The Club was the term his best mate, Liam, had coined when he lost his virginity at fifteen. He crowed with pride how he had cycled fifteen kilometers to visit Sadie Wallace and fucked her for five hours. Liam did like to tell tall tales. Still, he wasn’t lying that he had sex—that part was true.
“I can’t wait for you boys to join the club too and see what it’s all about,” Liam had spouted.
Keegan, Skippy and Tony who made up Liam’s inner circle of friends, each sat listening, bitterly jealous. All of them dying to join the club. It wasn’t a surprise to any of them it was Liam who reached this milestone first. He was the best looking of the group and extremely popular. The other three all sort of rode his coat tails. If it were based on looks then Keegan assumed he would be next, although the late bloomer of the group thanks to puberty’s late arrival he was the next best looking. Thanks to his mother, he had inherited her attractive features. He had honey blonde hair that when left too long without a haircut grew caramel-colored curls which dropped across his forehead accentuating his soft, brown eyes. His slim, smooth body—although not decked out with abs like Liam—was naturally toned and all round he figured he was a pretty good catch.
But it wasn’t him who joined the club next. It was Skippy. The stupidly tall Australian lad had a pimply face and long, gangly limbs. He wasn’t exactly ugly but he wasn’t beautiful either. Still, his height led to rumors that he had a monster cock and one night at a party six months after Liam established the club, Skippy joined when Marie Thompson cornered him in the bathroom and demanded to know if the rumors were true.
This left Keegan and Tony left outside the invisible club doors, waiting to be let in. By now Keegan had started dating Tess so it seemed obvious it would be him. Little did he realize he was dating someone reluctant to let go of their virginal virtues and while he waited patiently the freckle faced, ginger haired Tony beat him to it. For his eighteenth birthday his older brother shouted him a trip to the whore parlor where he got to join the club with an overpriced ten minutes’ worth of loving. Tony had laughed about how pitiful his performance had been but it didn’t change the fact he still joined the club and now only one of the four remained on the outside. Keegan.
Keegan looked down at his drooping dick, he ran a finger up his smooth inner thighs and tugged gently on his hairy balls. He went to close the video down and look for some lesbian porn but before he could click away from the website his bedroom door burst wide open and in walked his secret.
“Oh, fuck, man. Not again,” Liam said loudly. He keeled over laughing at Keegan quickly pulling his pants back up.
“Well, maybe if you learned to knock you wouldn’t keep walking in on me when I’m… busy,” Keegan said, his neck beginning to redden. It was times like this he was grateful to be so naturally tanned.
“Is busy what the kids are calling it these days?” Liam grinned.
Keegan dismissed the comment and rolled his eyes.
Liam jumped in the air and landed on Keegan’s unmade bed, laying down on his stomach. “You been watching ‘Two Girls, One Cup’ again?” He cocked his eyebrows, giggling at Keegan who sat back down flustered.
“Eww, gross no. I can’t believe you even showed me that video.” Just thinking of it made Keegan want to vomit.
Liam laughed. “Yea, pretty feral, aye.” He ran a hand through his dark hair. Keegan loved how it was the perfect contrast to his mate’s pale skin and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a black singlet that showed off his broad shoulders. Keegan tried not to stare too much at his friend’s muscles. “Anyway I came to tell you there’s been a change of plans with your birthday,” Liam said. He looked around at Keegan’s dirty clothes strewn across the floor.
“What do you mean a change of plans?” Keegan frowned, not liking where this was heading.
Liam lifted his face, meeting Keegan’s stare. “Your mum told me about your lame plans to have a quiet night, so I have come to tell you me and her have made an executive decision and you’re going to be having a big piss up at your grandparent’s farm.”
Keegan shook his head. “But I don’t want a big party.”
“What you want and what you get are two different things, buddy.” Liam smiled, showing off his sexy teeth. “Keegan, you’re my best mate and you deserve… you need a proper celebration of your life on your day of days.”
Keegan laughed. “You just want an excuse to invite some chick you’re after.”
Liam nodded. “Five actually. Figure I’d cover my bases.” He gave Keegan a wink.
“Is it too late for me to tell you both to cancel it,” Keegan asked.
“Far too late, I’ve already text everyone.”
Keegan groaned. “Lucky me, a huge party I never wanted.” He threw his hands up in the air mockingly.
Liam climbed off his bed and walked over to where Keegan was sitting. “Move over, there’s something I want to show you,” he said, motioning for Keegan to get out from the chair. Keegan stood up to let Liam have his seat, before he could step away Liam grabbed his shoulder. “Stay still.” He stepped in towards Keegan, their face only inches apart. He opened his mouth and his breath rolled over Keegan’s face giving him chills. “I swear you have gotten taller again, we’re nearly the same height.”
Keegan nodded. “Almost.” Liam was just on six-feet and Keegan was now only an inch shorter. Our similar heights would make us perfect kissing partners, Keegan thought to himself.
Liam gently shoved him aside and sat down in front of the computer. His feet rustled the plastic bag. “Oh gross, Keegan.” He laughed and kicked the bag with his foot.
Keegan shrugged. “You make it sound like you never wank.”
“Of course I do. That is what I’m about to show you.”
Keegan felt wishful at the statement. “You’re about to show me you wanking?”
“You wish,” Liam replied.
I do actually.
Liam began typing in a new search bar. “I’m about to show you this new site I’ve been using. It’s got some seriously hot shit on it.” Keegan leaned over Liam’s shoulder to get a better look. “It’s called Crashing Hearts, I found it last week.”
“Sounds like a mills and boon site,” Keegan muttered.
“I know right, but trust me, it definitely isn’t!” Liam clicked into the website. A pink main page displayed with a content warning and an invitation to enter if you were over eighteen. “Well you aren’t allowed in here ‘till Saturday and become of age, but since I’m eighteen I guess we can go in,” Liam joked.
“What would I do if I didn’t have a real adult,” Keegan joked.
“Yep, you’d be lost without me,” Liam said, never taking his eyes off the screen. When he clicked enter the screen turned black and soon images of cages appeared, naked men and women trapped inside. In other images people were tied down, or strung from wooden beams, being whipped.
“This looks a bit fucking heavy for my liking,” Keegan said.
“Nar man, it’s hot as some of these videos. Like there’s a mix of professional and amateur vids uploaded on here.” Liam scrolled through a list of videos and clicked on one that featured a red headed women dressed head to toe in a PVC suit. The video soon uploaded and it didn’t take long to establish this women was a dominatrix, she had a male and female tied together who she walked around taunting with sex toys and threats.
“Are you into this sort of stuff?” Keegan asked, curious for an answer.
“I dunno, maybe?” He turned his head around, staring at Keegan and smiled. “But hey, who doesn’t have their kinks and secrets, right?”
You’re not wrong there.
Keegan nodded. He looked down and saw Liam adjusting himself. “Would you like me to leave you alone to sort yourself out,” Keegan teased.
Liam shrugged. “I wouldn’t care if you were here or not.” He stretched his arms out in and yawned.
Keegan felt his loins tingle at what was no doubt a comment Liam didn’t really mean.
Liam got to his feet. “Anyway I only dropped by quickly to tell you about your party. I’ve gotta head home and get ready for work. Mum wants me to go in to work and help out this afternoon.” Liam’s mum owned her own book store along the main street, she often relied on Liam to cover any sick staff on weekends. Something Keegan found hilarious, he doubted Liam had ever read a book that didn’t have pictures in it.
Keegan’s face dropped, his disappointment sprinkled the room at news of his secret departing. “Okay, well I guess I will see you on Saturday.”
Liam headed towards the door. “You’ll see me before then I’m sure. I’ll call you later after work and go through arrangements for your birthday.” He threw a hand up to wave goodbye without looking back.
Keegan went to his window and watch Liam walk out the drive. His secret who had given him the peculiar dilemma. What am I? Keegan no longer knew if he were straight, gay, bi, curious or just screwed up. He closed his eyes and took his mind back to how these inconvenient feelings had started.

About the Author:

Zane lives way, way down under in New Zealand. He is a fan of reading, movies, music, sport and nights out that usually lead to his head hanging in a bucket the next morning. Zane also enjoys writing sexy tales with hot characters who find themselves in unique situations.

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Settling the Score by Eden Winters (Book Blitz)

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Greetings book lovers! Today we have a book blitz for Settling the Score by Eden Winters! Read on for the blurb, cover, excerpt, and giveaway!


Blurb:

Outed and dumped on national television by his rising star boyfriend, Joey Nichols must face the bigotry of the locals in his small Southern town alone. His dreams of a happy ever after lie crushed at his feet.

Novelist Troy Steele has an axe to grind against Hollywood heartbreaker types. Transforming Joey into a gorgeous, unobtainable hunk would be payback worthy of Troy’s poison pen. It’s a brilliant way to get back at Joey’s image-obsessed ex-boyfriend and the movie producer who’s mutilating Troy’s novels.

What begins as simple revenge may tangle them together in something far more complicated. Living well may be the best revenge, but Troy and Joey could rewrite that to loving well.

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Excerpt:

The Nichols’ dining room table could easily seat six people if it weren’t covered with business records, homework, and car parts. Instead of clearing it off, the family assembled in the living room, parents on the couch, Joey and his sisters on the floor. Overloaded plates balanced on each lap.

“Hush, it’s starting,” Joey’s mom warned, mostly to thirteen-year-old Stacey.

“Oops! Gotta go!” Stacey disconnected her call and dropped her phone onto the floor.

Joey and Jackie were quiet already, Joey afraid he’d miss something important if he so much as blinked.

Ten years separated him and his twin from Stacey. Mom often joked that it had taken her that long to forget the horrors of giving birth enough to try again.

Dad blamed his cousin’s homebrew.

“Good evening, I’m Evelyn Hugh. Welcome to Hollywood Seen. Tonight’s hottie, err, I mean, hot story”—the show’s hostess began, grin unapologetic—“is a young man who’s got all of Hollywood talking. Riker Sanderson has what it takes to survive in this town: looks, talent, and a legion of screaming fans.”

On cue, the camera focused on the audience, where the legion, mostly young and female, chanted, “Riker! Riker!”

“Sorry to disappoint you girls. Rumor has it that Mr. Sanderson is taken.” Evelyn pouted for the camera. “Or is he? Joining me tonight is none other than Riker Sanderson, star of the action thriller, Something to Die For.”

Taken? Joey swallowed hard. Surely she couldn’t mean…

The camera zoomed out, showing the beautiful man who’d stolen his heart and who’d shared his apartment up until a few months ago. Riker, more muscled thanks to a heavy training routine for the movie, sported gold highlights in his now much shorter hair. He looked downright sinful in tight-fitting T-shirt and jeans.

Joey idly toyed with the silver band on his middle finger, a nervous habit, before noticing its mate missing from Riker’s hand. Maybe he’d taken it off for the movie. It didn’t mean anything. No, nothing at all.

All worries disappeared when Riker slowly raised a simmering gaze to the camera. Something clenched deep in Joey’s insides. Those dark eyes hypnotized him, even if they were on a TV screen and not actually in the room. Bedroom eyes intense enough to cause instant paralysis. How many times had Joey lost himself in them, lying in a sweaty, satisfied tangle with Riker?

“Thank you for joining us,” the bleached-blonde hostess gushed, a woman Big Joe said gave him gout.

“Why does she do that to her hair?” Mom asked. “She’s ruined it.” She added the tried and true statement guaranteed to grant forgiveness for any unkindness spoken by a Southerner: “Bless her heart.”

With her whiney voice and constant fawning, Evelyn Hugh reminded Joey of one of the teenaged fans. “I can call you Riker, can’t I?”

“Sure, if I can call you Evelyn.” Her ordinary name sounded exotic when spoken in Riker’s deep tones. That was his gift. He could make anyone feel like the most important person on the planet just by talking to them. Joey had warmed himself by Riker’s fire on many a cold winter’s night.

“I loved you in the romantic comedy, Trying the Knot, filmed in your home state of Georgia. Although only a minor supporting role, your portrayal of the obnoxious cousin at the wedding turned out to be a real scene-stealer and resulted in your big break, didn’t it?”

Riker hadn’t really wanted the cousin role that required him to wear a fat suit and play a backwoods redneck, even if he’d had to beat out a lot of other hopefuls for the part.

“Well, Evelyn,”—Riker turned puppy dog eyes on the hostess—“I’d originally auditioned for the role of Chuck.”

“The pain-in-the-ass playboy who seduced several bridesmaids? Oh, you’re too sweet to play such a cad.”

“You’re too kind.”

A better-known actor had won the honors of playing asshole Chuck. Riker had stormed around the apartment for days.

Riker smiled like he’d hit the jackpot by missing the role. “Actually, I found the cousin part more intriguing. I mean, it stretched my acting skills to play someone so unlike myself.”

“Oh, please, I’m trying to eat here,” Jackie spat.

Joey flashed her a quick evil eye and went back to watching TV.

What a tantrum Riker had thrown about “playing a hick nobody.” In the end he took the money, and assurances from his agent of appearing with a few big stars being a good career move and a way to get noticed.

But he’d done the part enough justice to bring Hollywood knocking.

“What an amazing experience,” the man of Joey’s dreams replied, though that’s not what he’d called it to friends. “It really helped me grow as an actor.” He’d privately referred to the part as beneath someone of his talent and his own personal hell.

“What’s it like working with powerhouse actress Clair Clancy?”

Joey lost the battle to keep a straight face. He’d gotten more earfuls about “Clair, the air-headed bitch.” She’d only spoken to Riker twice during filming when their roles overlapped.

Onscreen, Riker described her as, “An amazing actress. A true professional.” He waved at the camera. “Congrats on the birth of your little girl, Clair. You’ll be an amazing mother.” This from the man who’d wanted to pass a law making it illegal for the woman to breed. Wow, what a good actor. For a moment even Joey believed him.

“In a real-life Cinderella story, a relatively unknown actor is chosen for the lead role of Mitchell Keller in the biggest film of the year. How’s that working out for you?” Evelyn leaned her head on Riker’s shoulder, eyeing him through batting lashes. How dare she? She needed to back off.

A punch to the shoulder brought Joey back to reality, breathing hard and fingernails digging into the palms of his clenched fists.

“She does that with everybody,” Jackie murmured. “What’s your problem, anyway?”

Joey took a deep breath and let it out slowly, a flush creeping up his cheeks.

After what could have been two years, or more probably, two seconds, Riker answered, “It’s really amazing.”

“Doesn’t he know any adjectives besides amazing?” Stacey cut in. “I mean, really! He’s an actor, he’s supposed to be good with words.” Oops, the last holdout in the family swayed to the “We don’t like Riker” side.

Joey ignored her. He’d show them. Soon he’d be living the good life, basking in the California sun. He and Riker had even talked about getting married.

“…and my producer, Ian Hagan, is amazing,” Riker was saying.

Stacey made an “I told you so” face.

Their mother swatted her arm, nipping in the bud whatever sarcastic remark she’d been about to sling.

Riker plowed on. “He took a huge chance in hiring an unknown for such a major role, and I’m grateful he believes in me. I’ve done everything I can to make sure he doesn’t regret taking a risk. We’ve wrapped up the final scenes. Now it’s in post-production, where they’ll add the Hollywood magic.”

What? Riker said a few hours ago that they were still shooting. Well, maybe they had to reshoot some parts.

“Oh, that’s fabulous.” Evelyn’s fake smile lost its battle to look sincere.

Joey knew how she felt. The standing local rule: Never mention acting around Riker unless you had a least an hour and didn’t mind listening. Folks in town phrased their words very carefully.

“Now, Riker, I know you’ve heard the rumors and seen the pictures posted on the Internet of yourself with someone who is apparently very close to you.”

Joey’s heart pounded and his ears rang. Rumors? Pictures? He peeped over at Jackie, who sat up straighter and put her plate down on the floor.

The smile fled Riker’s face, and he wore the same pleading expression he’d used to get out of cooking. “Yes, I have. For the record, I’d like to state that my personal life isn’t anyone else’s business.”

Oh, shit! What had they found out?

“Breathe, Joey,” Jackie urged.

No matter how he tried, Joey couldn’t, because Evelyn dropped a bomb. “Are you gay?”

Oh, my God! They’d been careful since Riker signed the movie deal. How had anyone suspected? Sure, in a few months maybe, when they were ready. Not now!

Jackie stiffened and Joey held his breath.

“Yes, Evelyn, I am.” Riker sighed, his anguished eyes filling with tears. Joey had never seen anyone who could cry on demand quite so convincingly, not even Stacey. “I’m not ashamed of being a gay American, and I don’t see how my orientation has any bearing on my acting ability.”

“I knew it!” Stacey shrieked. Jackie shushed her. Joey ignored her again.

Evelyn scented blood and went for the throat—her trademark. “The man shown with you in the pictures, is he your boyfriend?”

Man in the pictures? Boyfriend? Surely it couldn’t be… Who the hell were they talking about? If it wouldn’t have given too much away, Joey would have made a mad dash to his parent’s aging computer to find out. Evelyn Hugh moved much too slowly. Stomach too queasy to eat, Joey plopped his uneaten meal down on the coffee table.

Riker sat quietly gazing into the camera and Joey almost heard the wheels turning under that mop of highlighted hair. Finally, his lover became his ex-lover with the casually spoken, “I guess you could say we were in a relationship at the time. Nothing serious. We’ve decided to cool things down while I focus on my career.”

What!? Nothing really serious?! Joey gaped at the screen, a flash fire creeping up his cheeks all the way to his ears. Did Riker mean him? A boulder formed in his throat.

They’d talked about forever. He gasped for breath, unable to turn away from the train wreck of his life unfolding on national television.

“Yes, it’s true.” Riker used the same sorrowful tone the hick cousin had during a big scene in Trying the Knot. “I mean, he’s back home, I’m here. It wouldn’t work out.”

Jackie might have snapped, “Oh, cry me a river!” Joey was too caught up in his own personal drama to know for sure.

He knows I’m watching! He knows I’m seeing this! Why is he coming out now? Why couldn’t he tell the nosy woman it’s none of her damned business?

Riker focused directly on the camera, as if seeking Joey out. “Yeah, we kind of grew out of each other. It’s time to move on.”

“I certainly appreciate your candor, and I’m sure there’s plenty of people around town willing to keep you company.” Evelyn sat up, patting at her hair. “We all look forward to your upcoming movie. It’s sure to be a blockbuster. Thank you for joining us.”

Joey dared not dart out of the room like he wanted to and give too much away. At the moment the family only knew that he’d had a gay roommate. Should he act surprised?

The camera left Riker and zoomed in on the hostess. Joey saw her through a glaze of tears and fears. “Remember that you heard it first on Hollywood Seen.” Her goofy grin dimmed a few watts. “Now, here’s another Hollywood Seen exclusive, the photographs that started it all. Last month they began circling the Internet. Until tonight, spokesmen for Mr. Sanderson firmly denied their authenticity. A pity, really. They made such a handsome couple, don’t you agree?”

Joey’s reality crumbled, replaced by a nightmare. The TV screen filled completely with an image of Riker and himself dancing at the club in Atlanta, Riker’s leg wedged between Joey’s, Joey’s mouth locked to his lover’s neck and his crotch pressed against Riker’s denim-covered thigh.

Oh dear God! He looked like a humping vampire!

The image lasted forever. Enough already, take it down! He’d been stripped naked. Laid bare, all his deepest, darkest secrets exposed.

Calm down, no one can tell it’s you. Maybe they’ll think it’s someone out in Hollywood. That hope dashed to pieces with another picture, probably taken shortly after the first. In it, Joey and Riker both faced the camera. The hostess delivered the killing blow. “Our sources tell us that the man in the picture with Riker Sanderson is Joseph Nichols, Jr., with whom Riker lived in Georgia before moving to California.”

Joey fumbled his cell phone out of his pocket and barely managed to hit the right number. Instead of one of the ever-changing heavy-metal ringtones Riker used, a recorded message stated flatly, “The number you have dialed has been disconnected…”


About the Author:

author-avatarYou will know Eden Winters by her distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. Watch out, she hugs!

Driven by insatiable curiosity, she possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial Pursuit.

She’s trudged down hallways with police detectives, learned to disarm knife-wielding bad guys, and witnessed the correct way to blow doors off buildings. Her e-mail contains various snippets of forensic wisdom, such as “What would a dead body left in a Mexican drug tunnel look like after six months?” In the process of her adventures she has written sixteen m/m romance novels, has won several Rainbow Awards, was a Lambda Awards Finalist, and lives in terror of authorities showing up at her door to question her Internet searches.

When not putting characters in dangerous situations she’s a mild-mannered business executive, mother, grandmother, vegetarian, and PFLAG activist.

Her natural habitats are airports, coffee shops, and on the backs of motorcycles.

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A Kind of Honesty by Lane Hayes (Cover Reveal)

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Good morning blog-followers! Today we’ve got the cover reveal for Lane Hayes’s hot new book, A Kind of Honesty! Read on for the hot cover, blurb, excerpt, and giveaway!


Blurb:

Music is Tim Chalmers’s great escape and the one thing that’s never let him down. But his band Spiral’s meteoric rise to fame has made it difficult for the drummer to maintain a low profile. Unwanted press pesters him after a public breakup with a volatile ex-girlfriend who loves the limelight as much as he loathes it. Tim’s main goal is to avoid confrontation. However, when he meets a handsome stranger in a dive bar who turns out to be someone he may know, everything changes.

Carter Hamilton-Temple might be a successful financial consultant with more brains, sophistication, and charm than most, but he always falls for the wrong guys: closet cases or men with issues. He can’t fight his attraction to the tattooed rock star, but can he trust his own judgment? When the thrill of danger combined with a fierce physical connection proves too strong for either man to resist, a quiet liaison away from the public eye and curious friends seems like a safe bet. But some secrets are hard to keep. When rumors threaten to rock his world, Tim realizes it’s time to confront his fear with his own kind of honesty.

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Excerpt:

“What kind of a rock star are you? You’re supposed to love sex, drugs, and alcohol. I haven’t known you long, but you seem to only really like one out of three,” Carter commented idly as he shuffled the cards.

“You’re right. I’m a sucky rock star. I rarely have more than one drink when I go out for dinner or even at a bar. Two at a party. Anything more usually leads to trouble. And I never take drugs. Even cold medicine makes me nervous.” I winked and gave him a lecherous grin that no doubt looked far from provocative in my current condition. “But I love sex.”


About the Author:

Lane Hayes is finally doing what she loves best. Writing! An avid reader from an early age, Lane has always been drawn to romance novels. She truly believes there is nothing more inspiring than a well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Lane discovered the M/M genre a fews ago and was instantly hooked. Her first novel was a finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Awards. She is the bestselling author of the Better Than Stories series and Right and Wrong Stories and the new A Kind of Stories series. She loves travel, chocolate, and wine (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in an almost empty nest.

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Showing Him the Ropes by Christa Tomlinson (Book Blitz)

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Good morning! Today’s blog tour book blitz is Showing Him The Ropes by Christa Tomlinson! Read on for the blurb, cover, excerpt, and giveaway!


Blurb:

Chance “The Chancellor” Gerhardt is a mainstay for Frontier Professional Wrestling. He’s won multiple championships and has the respect of the locker room. But after ten years at the top, Chance is looking for a new challenge. The one he gets, mentoring FPW’s young rookie, is both unexpected and unwanted.

Devin Jacobs is a hot new talent signed by Frontier Professional Wrestling. He’s always been a fan of The Chancellor, and not just because of the older man’s skill in the ring. He has it bad for the steely eyed veteran wrestler. Unfortunately for Devin, The Chancellor doesn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure, and isn’t looking to get involved with anyone. Or is he? During long nights traveling and working together, Devin catches more than one secretly admiring glance from The Chancellor…

Devin is determined to earn victories and championships in the ring. But he’d also love the opportunity to win Chance’s heart. Can the two of them navigate their way through the hyper masculinity and backstage politics of professional wrestling to the most important victory of all? Or will their shot at love be defeated 1-2-3?

Christa Tomlinson is a lifelong fan of professional wrestling. When she’s not writing, Christa can be found watching her favorite classic matches or traveling to live wrestling events.

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Excerpt:

Devin changed the subject again. “So are you married?

“Hell no.”

“Are you seeing anybody?”

“No.”

“Mess around with the ring rats then?”

Chance laughed. “Not even close.”

Devin thought that was an interesting answer. “So do you not hook up with any chicks? Should your gimmick be The Monk instead of The Chancellor?”

“I’m not a damn monk.”

“So then who-.”

Chance cut him off. “This conversation is done.”

Devin sat there quiet for a moment. Chance sounded just like him when he’d been trying to squirm out of admitting he was gay. And it made him wonder. Could The Chancellor be gay as well? “I don’t hook up with any of the groupies either.”

“So?”

“I’m just saying, while we’re traveling together, you won’t have to worry about me bringing any girls up to our hotel room.”

Chance snorted and flicked on the right blinker to get over and exit the freeway. “Trust me, you wouldn’t. Because I wouldn’t allow it.”

Devin laughed as they drove down the exit ramp. “Is that right? What would you do if I did, spank me?” They’d come to idle at a stop light, so Chance turned and looked at him. His face was half in shadow, but Devin saw him run his eyes over him. And his heart started to pound. He knew that look. He’d seen that look plenty of times before – from guys who were interested in him. Seeing it from The Chancellor was the last thing he’d expected. But before he could decide what to say, or if he even should say anything, the light turned green. Chance turned back around to proceed through the intersection…


About the Author:

Christa Tomlinson is an exciting up and coming author in erotic romance. Her first self-published novel, The Sergeant, was an Amazon Best Seller for Gay and Lesbian Erotica for seven weeks straight.

Although Christa graduated from The University of Missouri-St. Louis with a degree in History, she currently prefers to write contemporary romance. She loves to create stories that are emotional and lovely with sex that is integral to the characters’ romantic arc. Her books include straight couples, curvy couples, gay, and multicultural couples. Love is love and everyone should have their story told.

Christa lives in Houston, Texas with her two dogs, and is a retired roller derby player.

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8/20 Love Bytes Reviews

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