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30 September 2017

Falling Into Right Author: Sharon Kay Cover Reveal!

Title: Falling Into Right

Author: Sharon Kay

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 24, 2017

Cover Designer: Kim Killion

Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

How do you recover when life kick boxes your soul?

Becca Gable is fighting to stay on her feet after a series of crushing losses. She's always been the good girl until the events of the past year push her to make a mistake she can’t take back. Now, her corporate finance job and her fiancée are gone thanks to her newly-acquired criminal record.

Shane Marlow survived an IED blast during his service in Iraq—but half his team did not. Physically healed, he returns to his home county as a K9 officer. The scars of loss run deep and though local folks admire him, no one truly gets him—until Becca literally lands in front of him.

Their bond of shared tragedy evolves into a connection both fiery and healing. But a stalker decides that Becca’s crime should stay front and center. As the unsettling episodes reveal that no part of her life is secret, Shane is all that stands between her and the enemy.

Shane dipped his head to her ear and kissed a path down. Hell, he’d thought about kissing her all night. He couldn’t wait to taste more than her mouth.

Licking along the vein at Becca’s throat, he dipped his hand at her waist lower, caressing her hip. She squirmed and let out another shaky sigh. When he got to the spot where her neck flowed into her shoulder, he sucked gently—

A giggle escaped her.

He glanced up.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He went back to tasting her, getting the faint tang of exertion mixed with the heady scent of her skin. But she giggled again.

He straightened, setting both hands on her waist. She looked sexy and delicious, but also a bit embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “That tickles. ‘Cause I-I’m kinds tipsy.”

He flexed his fingers into her, loving how she stated the obvious. But good to know she wasn’t always a giggle box. “I know. So we’re stopping.”

A flash of worry on her eyes. “Are you mad that I am?”

“No, ‘course not.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I like you tipsy. You’re pretty damn cute, all giggly.”

“Giggly, tripping, dropping stuff…” She kept her hands behind his neck. “I haven’t had a first date in so long, I don’t even know what to do.”

“You’re doin’ just fine.” He kept his hands at her waist, because she was inches away and tempting, and they weren’t going any farther tonight. “Especially the part where you said there’d be a second date.”

“Yeah. For sure.”

“And next time I kiss your neck…” He traced a finger along her dewy skin below her ear.

She sucked in a breath.

“I want you sober.” Not that he would mind getting stone cold drunk with her—but for what he wanted to do to her, with her, he wanted her completely aware and on board with him.

Sharon Kay writes award-winning fiction and can never get enough reading time. She loves winter and black coffee, and is endlessly inspired to write kick-ass heroines and the men strong enough to capture their hearts. Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son, and one weekend the idea for her Lash Watchers and tough leading ladies formed in her head, refusing to stay quiet until she put pen to paper. Her characters tend to keep her up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of power-hungry demons.

Diomere's Exile Release Day!

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DIOMERE'S EXILE

Sabrina A. Fish

Series: The Gate Keeper Chronicles Book 1
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: September 29, 2017

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An exiled woman seeking redemption, and the man who distracts her from finding it.

Five Gates. Five Sisters. Five Very Different Men.

Once there were two worlds connected by five magical gates. Then the Gate Keepers closed the gates and disappeared. The Gate Keepers have returned.

Nadia de Quinones was exiled when her nephew, the crown-prince was abducted on her watch. She'll let nothing stand in the way of her redemption, not even discovering her heartbonded and a connection to an ancient magical gate.

Lord Gregor Cyrene is sworn to protect his country's royal heirs. After the youngest prince's life is threatened, Gregor sets out to discover who is responsible and suspects the answer lies with Nadia.

When fate forces their competing goals to align, neither are prepared for the irresistible attraction between them. Can they see beyond their pasts and a millennia old hate between their people? Or will they continue to distrust, allowing those plotting against them to win?

This is an excellent, fast-paced story that held my attention from beginning to end. Prepare yourself - the love scenes are hot, hot, hot!

- Staci, Goodreads Reviewer

Secrets, lies, magic, love, lust and betrayal made for an excellent read. Recommended.

- Errin Krystal, Goodreads Reviewer

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Playing her part, she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him through her lashes. "Pardon, m'lord. I didn't mean to mistake you for a running path."

His low, husky voice caressed her ears, its softness belying strength and control rather than weakness. "If all runners were as beautiful as you, I'd be willing to be the path more often."

She barely kept from rolling her eyes. Expose a little cleavage or the hint of a curvy figure and men were all the same, the sight of a woman's face being totally unnecessary to judge beauty. Even had she not been wearing the mask, she knew there was nothing beautiful about her. Too tall and mouthy, she preferred dressing like a Diomerean nobleman rather than the noblewoman she was. Never mind the scar that bisected the left side of her face.

"Thank you, m'lord," she said, tone dry. She smiled and batted her lashes up at him.

His low chuckle sent a shiver down her spine as he leaned toward her until his breath tickled her ear. "Acting the coy miss isn't one of your gifts," he said, his lips grazing her ear, causing an arrow of desire to arc through her body.

She leaned up on her toes, their cheeks only a breath apart, and whispered back. "Insincere flattery is obviously one of yours."

She caressed his chest, unable to resist the swell of muscle under her palms as she pulled away, chin lifted. Striking amber irises circled in a black outer ring and thick black lashes peeked from the eyes of the mask. Her mind went blank as desire rolled through her, taking her breath. A ripple rolled through the power inside her, like this man had reached in and touched a finger to the still surface of her a'mi. Her smile slipped. You're acting like Father. Her stomach flipped, threatening to eject her morning meal. She jerked her hands from his chest as if she'd been burned.

He trapped her gaze in his. "Is it not said that flattery makes friends and truth makes enemies?"

Nadia scowled and shoved her a'mi deep.

"Then I'd rather be enemies." She stepped back and held her hand out in the traditional greeting of her people, rather than the shoulder clasping Thunoans used. His smoldering gaze held a challenge as he slid his palm against hers. His thumb caressed the back of her hand, making her shiver, before he finally pulled his hand back toward his chest, the parchment she'd slipped him tucked between his fingers. The greeting ended with their palms over their hearts. Nadia ignored the heat pooling in her stomach. "The gods keep you, m'lord."

"Asha's blessing on you, lady."

She told herself she clenched her fist because the greeting demanded it, not to hold on to the feel of his skin against hers.

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About Sabrina A. Fish

Sabrina A. Fish lives in Oklahoma with her husband, son, and two cats, where she owns a trophy company and collects names for her novels from lists of award's recipients. She loves all things chocolate and her husband is sweet enough to never let the candy dish near her computer become empty.

She loves and advocates being involved in the local writing community, and is President for the 2018 Oklahoma Writers' Federation, Inc (OWFI).

She is an annual featured speaker at The Rose State Writing Conference and has been a panelist at Wizard World Comic Con.

Born and raised in Oklahoma, she considers the three years she spent in a Texas high school to be a short trip down the rabbit hole that ended at graduation. She returned to Oklahoma where she received her Bachelor's degree in Political Science from the University of Oklahoma. BOOMER SOONER.

When she isn't writing & promoting her novels or running her company, she can be found reading, scrapbooking, or spending quality time with her family.

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Jordan's Shadow Author: T.R. Cupak Book Tour and Giveaway!!

Title: Jordan's Shadow

Author: T.R. Cupak

Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: October 10, 2017

Cover Designer: Bex Harper Designs

Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Jordan

This story isn’t about love, like, lust, or a happily ever after. This story, my story, is about struggle, pain and suffering. Fighting to stay afloat while being pulled under by what feels like the murky and powerful undertow of the ocean. Fighting for strength I so desperately need when all I am feeling is desolate and weak. I’m a girl who exudes hatred when a normal girl of my age and pedigree should be the picture perfect portrait of love.

Alcohol consumes me. Drugs numb me. Sex for money feeds the hollow abyss deep within me. How does a soon-to-be twenty-five year old escort turn her life around when the last several years of her life has been spent traveling down a very dark path?

The Shadow

She became my obsession, my every thought. She is the reason I wake up in the morning, plotting, scheming, exacting a revenge she so desperately deserves. But will she take my offer once she learns my true identity; sees the darkness within me, or will she hate me for lying to her all of these years, leading her to lose herself to the drugs and alcohol that have kept her ghosts at bay? Will she be my Precious?

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T.R. Cupak was born and raised in the California Bay Area. She now lives in a quiet town south of where she grew up with her husband and their shih tzu Harley. She is obsessed with cars, especially fast ones, and enjoys her music louder than anyone should. When she's not at work or busy writing, you can find her curled up, reading and enjoying a fabulous glass of wine, a good Scotch, or a Dirty Shirley.

Despite her lifelong love of literature, Cupak lost touch with her creative side in her early twenties. Her passion for reading was rekindled six years ago, however, and in 2013 she started journaling. This practice helped Cupak hone her creative aspirations, and soon she saw her characters come to life. She has rediscovered her passion for storytelling and wants to share her words with everyone who wants to read them.

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29 September 2017

Out by Cara Dee Book Tour and Giveaway!

Out

by Cara Dee

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

“I guess I always figured coming out was something you did for friends and family, and maybe it is, but it’s personal too, you know? The person I was last night is new. I wanna get to know him.”

I had two things on my list when I arrived in Los Angeles. One, track down Henry Bennington, the uncle and guardian of my little brother’s best friend, and tell him to get his ass back to Washington. He needed to do something about his nephew, who was turning into a douchebag. And two, figure out just how non-straight I was. For the past two years, I’d had all these fantasies, and now was the time to explore them, far away from my sleepy little town.

Nowhere on this list did it say, “Get Ty’s uncle into bed and fall for him.” I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with another city either. But between brunch, making new friends, and discovering the man I was meant to be, I lost sight of the future that had once seemed pretty damn vivid. How the hell was I supposed to merge my old life and who I used to be with the new dreams Los Angeles and Henry had awakened in me?

(Standalone.)

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Excerpt from Out by Cara Dee

“I have a question, Zach,” Martin said.

“You can’t buy me new pants, man,” I replied.

The two men shared a stunned expression before amusement took over, and I felt bold. Comfortable, most of all. I smirked and shifted in my seat, then dug back into my food.

After the chuckles had died down, Martin faced Henry with a serious look. “I want to keep him. Don’t tell me I can’t.”

Even Henry smiled at that.

“But no, you rascal, that wasn’t what I wanted to ask,” Martin told me. “Although, I’ll certainly try again later. My question is about next week. Will you be doing any sightseeing?”

I hadn’t really thought about that. I was here to explore something else. That said, it would be cool to see some of the stuff I’d watched on TV. The Hollywood sign, Santa Monica Pier, and Venice.

“Maybe some.” I chewed slowly, guessing this was an opportunity to try some of that honesty. My stomach did a somersault, and my hunger faded momentarily. I had to jump, though. I’d regret it if I didn’t. “Ehm, the thing is…” I cleared my throat and reached for a wineglass. Condensation had fogged the surface, and I took a big gulp of it. I wasn’t much of a wine drinker, but it did the trick. “I was wondering…um, what’s West Hollywood like?”

I’d heard it was a neighborhood with a strong gay culture. A gayborhood, if you will.

You learned the weirdest terms online. I still wasn’t sure what the difference was between twinks and twunks.

Henry had grown still, and he put down his lobster roll and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He didn’t look super comfortable.

Martin eyed me up and down, a small smirk playing on his lips. “So perhaps you don’t have a girlfriend at home.”

I shook my head no.

Looked like all I had to do was mention West Hollywood and they knew where I was going with this.

Martin patted my hand. “Hon, is this new to you?”

“Very.” I managed a weak smile, and my heart pounded. “I don’t want to suppress it, though. I’ve had these thoughts for two years. I wanna find out.”

If I didn’t know any better, he looked proud. It didn’t make sense. With their obvious surprise settling, they started eating again. At least Martin did. Henry seemed more interested in his wine.

My guess was it was a sensitive topic for him because of how he’d been treated when he came out.

I didn’t know Martin’s history.

“How old are you?” Martin asked. “Twenty-two, twenty-three?”

I nearly balked. I didn’t look that fucking young, did I? “I’m twenty-seven!”

He waved a hand. “Semantics for me.” Thoughtful and chewing, he looked at his friend. “What do you think, Henry? We can’t in good conscience send him to WeHo clubs.”

“Definitely not.” Henry’s voice was quiet, yet firm. As if the idea was ludicrous. “They’ll eat him alive.”

“Do you go there? To the clubs there, I mean.” I glanced between the two.

Henry’s mouth twisted up.

Martin laughed outright. “Oh no, dear. We’ve aged out of the system.”

I wanted Henry’s take on things. Despite his evident discomfort, I looked at him in question. Teach me. Or hell, kiss me if you won’t tell me where to go. Okay, perhaps that would make him more uncomfortable.

He surrendered with a sigh, and he put down his food once more. “West Hollywood’s clubs might be too much if you’re just testing the waters and want to take things slowly. Their scene is a meat market. Not that I’ve been there in ages. As Martin pointed out, we’re not part of the demographic anymore.”

“We’re too old,” Martin supplied.

Henry shot him a frustrated look. “Thank you for reminding me.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replied, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Henry’s right, Zach. If you want sexy go-go boys and a round of Dude, Where’s My Car when you wake up not knowing where you are, those clubs are perfect.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Of course, you can find low-key bars as well, and many of my friends have settled down in domesticated gay heaven there, but we can probably find you a nice gay bar on the westside, too.”

West Hollywood wasn’t west enough?

Henry inclined his head. “There’s no need to dive straight into the club scene.” He paused. “You haven’t visited any gay-friendly bars at home?”

I shook my head. “I’m not…hiding, per se. But I haven’t been comfortable yet.”

If I came home with a boyfriend, I didn’t believe I’d face many problems. My nana was open-minded and accepting, and Mattie had friends who were already out. I just…I guessed I was one of those guys who liked to process things on my own first, and this was the option with which I was most at ease. I wouldn’t be on my own, but I would be away from everyone I knew.

“So a chill bar or something,” I said, getting us back on track. “Will you guys go with me?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, darling.” Martin nodded and licked filling off his finger.

“Thank you.” I was relieved.

“Wait for it,” Henry muttered.

I frowned in confusion, and Martin’s eyes landed on me, his expression gleeful.

“You can’t go to a gay bar like that,” he said.

Goddammit.

“You’re talking about shopping, aren't you?” My shoulders slumped. I didn’t know squat about fashion, and I wasn’t very interested.

“I am, yes, and it’s nonnegotiable.” He was too smug.

I agreed with his terms, though. I wanted to experience as much as possible. Even if it meant shopping.

“Can we go today?” I asked.

Martin laughed softly. “Boy’s eager, Henry.”

Henry merely hummed and took a swig of his wine.

I'm often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there's so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There's a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I'm a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. Advocate for equality and Autism awareness. There's time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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