Saturday, April 25, 2015

Spotlight: Never Cross a Warlock By: Marilyn Vix


Title: Never Cross a Warlock
Author: Marilyn Vix
Series: Beware of Warlocks (3)
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher:  Shadowcat Publishing
Release Date: Mar 25 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:

Can two warlocks be too many?

Yes, if one happens to be your ex-husband trying to kill you for a witch divorce.

The other, a sexy Aussie that makes you forget all the rest.

That’s Catherine Bank’s warlock problem. She will have to choose between the two of them. Will she marry either, or end it all in a spell battle that will bring Las Vegas to its knees. Only time will tell. No one knows the mind of a witch better than herself. Unless, she falls in love.


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Excerpt: From Chapter 3 of Never Cross A Warlock
I slid out of my bar chair faster than I’d ever made an exit. I had to regroup. Nothing like a quiet bathroom stall to clarify your thoughts.
I made it through the bathroom door and stumbled into an empty stall. Sitting on the toilet, a stream of tears burst forth. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I let it happen. Nothing like a good purge to get some sense back into a girl. Was I really ready for a life with Jeff? I felt the soul binding telling me he was the one to stick it out through thick and thin. But then, I thought so with Rich, too. But he’d never done the soul-binding spell. Just the marriage spell, and then we went on a shopping spree, buying houses, cars, and anything else that he thought my money, and now his, could buy. I was so stupid. He was such a cock suck up.
I heard a knock on my stall door. “You okay in there?”
I snuffled, using some toilet paper to clean up the snot from my nose.
“Yeah. Men suck.” I wouldn’t say warlocks. This was a mixed club.
“I agree with you there, girl. Just let me know if you need something.”
I blew my nose a couple of times, wiping off any excess, then stood, straightened my dress, and flushed all the tissue down the toilet. There. My man tears were spent. Time to move on and try to make a decision. I opened the stall door and saw the attendant ready to hand me a towel.
I added a quick “Thank you” before dabbing at my streaked make-up. I was going to have to do some reapplying.
“Sometimes this is the best place to come and let it all out, dear,” added the attendant.
“I’m totally embarrassed,” I said as I tried to make something out of my raccoon eyes. I’d just gone old-fashioned tonight. No added spells instead of make-up. I liked going all natural, as I called it. I really didn’t need spell enhancing, and was proud of that. Not every witch could claim to have a spell-free appearance. I started going through my purse for items to reapply and make better the mess on my face. My brown hair kept flopping in front of my eyes. It was getting distracting.
“Don’t be. I get a lot of woman crying out their man problems in here.”
“Hear any good solutions?” I started to reapply some liner, giving up on the mascara. I figured just adding more base and rouge would make me presentable again.
“Yes. Most of the answers involve kicking the scoundrels out of their lives, or forgiving them. I’m guessing one of those options might fit yours.”
“It does in one case.” I laughed. Throwing Rich out of my life would seem fit, if I lived through his retaliation. “I think getting rid of him is the best option.” I smiled at the thought of it.
“Oh, girl, two men. That’s always a problem.” The attendant smiled, leaving me to my make-up repairs. Just then, a toilet flushed and the stall opened. In the mirror, I recognized the woman exiting. It was Cassandra.
I wasn’t sure how much she’d heard. She came up to the sink next to me, rinsing her hands. My lips pursed, and I tried to play it coy. I looked in the mirror to touch up my rouge, but I saw my cheeks were plenty red without it. Maybe she wouldn’t notice it was me.
“Cat?” Her voice actually sounded surprised.
Shit. “Cassandra?”

 Author Information

 
Marilyn is a paranormal romance novelist. She enjoys the characters that just don't fit in. From witches to time traveling researchers, she is letting her imagination soar to explore new worlds and write all the details down. Marilyn has traveled to Paris, London, Sydney, Las Vegas, Amsterdam and Munich. She loves to include her travels in her settings as much as possible. Best of all is letting her reader enjoy them through the perspective of a character. She currently lives in Northern California with her husband and cat. The cat, of course, is the center of attention.



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Other Works by Marilyn Vix
Beware of Warlocks Series (Novelettes)


Never Fall for a Warlock ( 2 )

Never Cross a Warlock ( 3 )

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Review: The Price by: Andrew Grey


Title: The Price
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: NA
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 17 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Hunter Wolfe is a highly paid Las Vegas escort with a face and body that have men salivating and paying a great deal for him to fulfill their fantasies.  He keeps his own keeps and doesn’t share, not that they matter. 

Grant is an elementary school teacher and works miracles with his summer school students.  He discovered his gift while in high school, tutoring Hunter, a fellow student.    They meet again when Hunter rescues Grant in a club.   Grant doesn’t know Hunter is an escort or that they share similarly painful pasts involving family members’ substance abuse.  
After the meeting, Hunter invites Grant to one of the finest restaurants in Las Vegas. Hunter is charming, sexy, and gracious, and Grant is intrigued. With more in common than they realized, the two men decide to give a relationship a try.  At first, Grant believes he can deal with Hunter's profession and accepts that Hunter will be faithful with his heart if not his body.  Both men find their feeling run deeper than either imagined. For Grant, it's harder than he thought to accept Hunter’s occupation, and Hunter's feelings for Grant now make work nearly impossible.   But Hunter’s choice of profession comes with a price, which could involve Grant’s job and their hearts—a price that may be too high for either of them to pay.
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“All right.” Hunter flashed a smile and the man calmed. “I’m heading out myself. I’ll show you.” It wasn’t hard. The area was only a long, winding hallway, so it wasn’t like they could get lost, but he led the man back toward the entrance. “Where is your date?” “Probably still upstairs with the six other instant friends he just made.” The guy huffed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a prude. I guess I wasn’t expecting to make a public spectacle of my lily-white ass on the first date.”

A sense of humor in a crisis—Hunter liked that. They passed couples having a good time, a few making plenty of noise, but Hunter ignored them and went into client mode: he paid attention to the guy he was with. “Why did you let him bring you here?”

“He said he wanted to go dancing. I guess I thought that meant… you know, dancing. Like, out there. I didn’t realize he meant the horizontal hula in front of half the people on the dance floor.” They reached the entrance, and Hunter ushered the man though.


“Here you are.” Hunter almost added something about being back safe and sound, but kept quiet. He had learned early on that you never know who your next client will be, and the guy you tease at a club today could be the same guy who opens the door, takes one look at you, and cancels the appointment tomorrow. “Will you be okay?” He walked with the man out past the bouncer and into the main club.
“Yeah, I guess.” The man turned to him, and Hunter caught his gaze. Up close and in a little more friendly light, he gazed at the man for a few seconds. He looked familiar, but Hunter couldn’t place him. “Do we know each other?” Hunter ran through his recent clients, but knew that wasn’t where he knew him from. It was earlier than that, from his more distant past. “I’m Hunter.”


“Grant,” the man said and then inhaled sharply. “Oh my God, you’re Hunter Wolfson from high school. You were the captain of the wrestling team. I remember.” He looked Hunter over. “Damn, you look good.” He smiled and then chuckled slightly. “I’m sure you don’t remember me.”
Hunter tried like hell to place the other man, but couldn’t do it. Now that he had context, he ran though the people he’d gone to school with and tried to remember a Grant.

“I had glasses back then, and we were in English together.” The smile faded from Grant’s face.
“I remember you.” Hunter smiled. “We sat across the aisle from each other and you helped me get through that damned literature class that nearly got me kicked off the team. You were great.” They hadn’t been friends, not really, but at least now he remembered Grant. “You don’t look like the kid that Kressman tried to shove in a locker.”


“I guess not. But you still look like the guy who beat the crap out of him for doing it.” Grant smiled.
Hunter remembered that. “Kressman was a complete ass and had to have someone to pick on in order to feel like a man. What a jackoff.” God, he hadn’t thought about high school in quite a while. “My friends and I have a table over there. Since your date abandoned you, you can join us for a drink if you like. By the way, I go by Hunter Wolf now.” Hunter motioned toward his friends, and after Grant agreed, he led him over to the table. Cameron had joined them, and Hunter made introductions, then found Grant a chair, and the others moved around to make room.


“How was it?” Ember asked.
“About what you’d expect. There are two levels. That’s the second one.” Hunter pointed to the opening, and Ember nodded, and after taking a look, turned back to the group.

“So no problems?” Cameron asked.
“Well, Grant’s date’s idea of a meet-and-greet was to take him up there.” Hunter felt Grant stiffen next to him.

“What a tool,” Ember said. “You need to be in touch with people and understand what they want, not just what you want.”
“Ember is the guru of the group,” Hunter said, and the others smirked. Instantly, Hunter thought about the sheep incident and had to wipe the grin off his face.

A man approached the table and stopped beside Ember. He asked if he wanted to dance. Ember finished his drink and stood.
“He’s gorgeous,” Grant mumbled, and Hunter growled under his breath before he realized what he was doing. Jealousy? Hunter knew it wasn’t that. He was just competitive as hell, and no one got the better of him. Hunter stood and took off his jacket. Grant shifted his gaze, and Hunter saw him swallow hard. Yeah, that was the reaction he’d been expecting. Ember be damned—he could turn the head of any man in this place.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Review: Redeeming Kyle by: Zoey Derrick



Title: Redeeming Kyle
Author: Zoey Derrick
Series: 69 Bottles (Book 3)
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic, LGTB, M/M/F, M/F/M, M/F, F/M , M/M
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date:  Mar 31 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
 Falling in love was the easy part…

For Talon Carver, the commanding and charismatic lead singer of the rock band 69 Bottles, life has never been better—or worse. His heart’s at a full 11 for Addison Beltrand, his feisty PR rep. But admitting it was a much different tune. The dilemma’s even more complicated when adding his other lover to the mix: Kyle Black, the band’s handsome, sweet and sexy manager.

Why ruin a good thing, right? Things are pretty damn perfect for the trio—in and out of bed. But just when they find their best rhythm with each other, a rocky night in Minneapolis forces all three to reexamine their feelings—and take their relationship to new levels.
But can love be enough?

The band’s soaring popularity, along with the pressures of maintaining an unconventional relationship on a high-profile rock tour, start to take their toll. When Addison starts to fall apart, Talon and Kyle must come to terms with how important she is to them both.

Can Addison find the strength to be their glue once more?
What happens when the world goes on…but yours suddenly stops?

When everything looks like it’s going to fall apart? Is love enough to bring Talon, Kyle, and Addison back to each other’s arms…and with it, the magic that true redemption can bring?

****Content Warning****
Sexy, naked, bisexual rock stars…and a lot more…

This book contains, but is not limited to the following sexual content – reader discretion is advised - hot sex between two men and one woman. M/M/F, M/F/M, M/F, F/M and M/M sexual content. There are no boundaries when these three crash together, as long as you’re over 18 years of age.


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Monday, April 6, 2015

Cover Reveal Day and Knight by Dirk Greyson



Title: Day and Knight
Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Day and Knight (Book 1)
Genre: M/M, Contemporary, Adventure
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: May 4 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
As former NSA, Dayton (Day) Ingram has national security chops and now works as a technical analyst for Scorpion. He longs for field work, and scuttling an attack gives his chance. He’s smart, multilingual, and a technological wizard. But his opportunity comes with a hitch—a partner, Knighton (Knight), who is a real mystery. Despite countless hours of research, Day can find nothing on the agent, including his first name!
Former Marine Knight crawled into a bottle after losing his family. After drying out, he’s offered one last chance: along with Day, stop a terrorist threat from the Yucatan. To get there without drawing suspicion, Day and Knight board a gay cruise, where the deeply closeted Day and equally closeted Knight must pose as a couple. Tensions run high as Knight communicates very little and Day bristles at Knight’s heavy-handed need for control.
But after drinking too much, Day and Knight wake up in bed. Together. As they near their destination, they must learn to trust and rely on each other to infiltrate the terrorist camp and neutralize the plot aimed at the US’s technological infrastructure, if they hope to have a life after the mission.  One that might include each other.

Dirk is very much an outside kind of man.  He loves travel and seeing new things.  Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades.  He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job.  But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he's built.  Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.  
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Sunday, April 5, 2015

Review: Eastern Cowboy by: Andrew Grey


Title: Eastern Cowboy
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: NA
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press 
Release Date: Mar 16 2015
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Brighton McKenzie inherited one of the last pieces of farmland in suburban Baltimore. It has been in his family since Maryland was a colony, though it has lain fallow for years. Selling it for development would be easy, but Brighton wants to honor his grandfather's wishes and work it again. Unfortunately, an accident left him relying on a cane, so he’ll need help. Tanner Houghton used to work on a ranch in Montana until a vengeful ex got him fired because of his sexuality. He comes to Maryland at the invitation of his cousin and is thrilled to have a chance to get back to the kind of work he loves. 

Brighton is instantly drawn to the intensely handsome and huge Tanner—he’s everything Brighton likes in a man, though he holds back because Tanner is an employee, and because he can’t understand why a man as virile as Tanner would be interested in him. But that isn’t the worst of their problems. They have to face the machinations of Brighton's aunt, Tanner’s ex suddenly wanting him back, and the need to find a way to make the farm financially viable before they lose it.




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She turned off the engine and unfastened her seat belt, muttering the entire time. She didn’t stop as she went to the barn or let up as she was opening doors and shooing the “beasts” outside. “They have water and feed. The rest is up to you. I’ll see you later.”

Brighton met her at the barn door and saw her stop, eyes widening. “What is it?” he asked as he followed her stare. “Oh…,” Brighton added as one of the biggest men he’d ever seen walked down the drive in a cowboy hat, tight jeans hugging tree-trunk thighs, and a flannel shirt that look about ready to bust at the seams if the man breathed too deep. “Jesus,” he whispered, watching as the man got closer. Brianne, who had been in an all-fired hurry to get away, suddenly stood stock-still. Not that Brighton could blame her. He blinked twice and stepped out of the barn, taking slow steps as he leaned on his cane. The man got close enough for Brighton to see blond hair poking out from under his hat and eyes as blue as the summer sky.

“Hello,” the man said in a deep resonant voice. “I’m T-tanner.”

Brighton leaned on his cane, breathing hard, his mouth dry. Damn, the man was gorgeous in a rugged, had-a-hard-life kind of way. He pushed those thoughts aside, though, because they weren’t appropriate on so many levels. First thing, this guy could snap him like a twig if he wanted, and second, hell, if he hired this man, then he wasn’t doing anything with an employee. Stop, he silently yelled at himself. He was getting way ahead of things.

“I’m Brighton, and it appears I’ve inherited this place, but as you can probably guess, farm chores aren’t something I can really do.” Brighton began moving toward the house. “How did you get here?”

Tanner pointed toward a motorcycle parked out near the road. Brighton wondered why he’d parked it way out there but didn’t ask. And Tanner didn’t seem too keen on talking.

“I’m Brianne, his sister.” Brianne reached to shake Tanner’s hand. Tanner looked uncomfortable but shook her hand.

“Didn’t you have things to do?” Brighton asked Brianne. She smacked him on the shoulder.

“I’ll see you later,” Brianne said, laughing as she walked to her car. Brighton waved as she got in and then drove away. Then he turned back to Tanner. “Can we go talk on the porch? I need to sit down. My leg hurts because I’ve been standing too long.” He hobbled across the yard and climbed the two steps, then sat down in the rocking chair. There were days when he felt so damned old. Brighton motioned to the other chair, and Tanner perched on the edge of it like he wanted to be ready to run away at any second. “Arthur told me that you worked on a ranch in Montana.”

Tanner nodded and reached up to lift his hat off his head. He placed it in his lap and nodded again. Brighton got no further answer.

“What kind of work did you do?”

“Ranch… stuff.”

Brighton waited but didn’t get any further elaboration. “Did you make repairs?”

Tanner nodded.

“Take care of horses and animals?”

Tanner nodded again without speaking, but his attention was clearly on Brighton.

“I need someone to feed and clean up in the barn and help with repairs around here. My grandfather hadn’t been able to do a lot of things, and it’s hard for me to haul and carry.” It was hard for him to know he was getting his point across. Arthur had said his cousin didn’t talk much, but he hadn’t said he was nearly mute. “Do you understand?”

Tanner opened his mouth, but no sound came out at first. “Yes. I can… help.” Tanner stood up, and without any further word, he walked over toward the barn and disappeared inside. Brighton sat a minute and was about to get up to see what was happening when he saw Tanner hauling a wheelbarrow full of mucked bedding out of the barn. He looked around and must have seen the muck pile. Tanner emptied it and returned to the barn without a word.

Brighton wasn’t quite sure what had happened, but it seemed he’d hired himself some help. He’d have to explain to Tanner what he needed, but from the looks of things Tanner knew what he was doing and was willing to get his hands dirty. Brighton could do some things on his own, but many were beyond his capabilities. One thing he needed to do was to get Internet and his work equipment set up in the house if he was going to be spending his days here. For the first time since speaking with the lawyer, he felt that things just might work out. But then again, things had a habit of going to hell just when he thought he was out of the woods.