Friday, November 17, 2017

New Release-Excerpt & Giveaways: SOMETHING DOWN THERE by Nancy Widrew

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Something Down There
SOMETHING DOWN THERE
Nancy Widrew
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Publisher: Azure Spider Publications
Publication Date: November 15, 2017
Not all caves are uninhabited
Horror erupts when newlyweds, Karen and Jeremy, cross paths with members of a diabolical cult inside a West Virginia cave. Living below the earthís surface has triggered mutations, rendering the cult members nearly infertile. Their leader, a wild-eyed, cunning brute, refuses to let the couple leave, believing they and their potential offspring hold the key to surviving underground. Are Karen and Jeremy doomed to spend their lives inside this sunless, subterranean wasteland, or do they escape before their minds shatter and their bodies betray them?
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Book Excerpt

Take an inside look on Something Down There with this thrilling excerpt.
Reaching into his pants pocket, he drew out a small leather case attached to a silver chain and dangled it before her eyes.

Karen grabbed it from his hand and looked it over as if she needed to make certain it was real. "I know I took the damned keys from the car," she said. All the same, she felt a moment of relief at having a new set in her possession. That relief, however, ended in a flash.

With a powerful leap to a ledge above, Rahm crossed his arms over his chest like a dictator about to make a pronouncement. "They won't do you any good," he bellowed.

Jeremy swallowed hard, raising a hand to his throat. "W-what do you mean?" he said, reaching out for something to grab onto. Finding nothing, he spread his legs wide, feet flat on the floor, trying to maintain his balance.

Rahm, aware of the significance of this moment and wanting to ensure that it remained stamped in everyone's mind, stood tall, chin out. "While you were sleeping last night, I climbed out and drove your car off a bridge. You will not be allowed to leave."

Karen's hands flew to her face. She began to cry and dropped to one knee. Protectively, Jeremy rushed to her side, encircled her in his arms, and pulled her close. He glared at this insane man, his new enemy, standing above. With hate etched in the dark hollows of his cheeks and in the lines of his furrowed brow, he said, "What do you mean? Why can't we leave? You won't get away with this!"

Rahm, a leader of few but a leader nonetheless, addressed his flock, gathering with solemnity about the pair, now unofficial members of the tribe, even if against their will. All eyes riveted up.

"You can't leave because we need you. That is, we need your baby-the baby you will have, sooner or later. And yes, we will get away with it. You see, the harnesses are gone, and we dismantled the machinery that lowered you down. You will never be able to find your way out. Don't even try. It would be suicidal."

Karen stared at her husband, her jaw dropping in disbelief, as the horror of her predicament bore down with jackhammer force into her brain. Unless she and Jeremy were guided out, they were snared, trapped, condemned, damned. Without the candles, lanterns, or torches they couldn't see the tips of their fingers, and even with their carbide lamps they wouldn't know the way through this puzzling maze with its unknown levels and intricate network.

Jeremy's nails dug into his wife's shoulders. "Dear God," he wailed. "We're doomed, and it's all my fault. Forgive me, Karen. Please!"

She looked at him blankly, then blinked, her breath coming in staccato bursts, piercing her lungs like wounds from a knife. She began to run blindly, crying, "Let me die! Let me die!"

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About Nancy Widrew

Nancy Widrew was born and raised in NYC before settling in New England with her husband. She has two grown children and two four-legged furry ones, always a source of amusement. She has had short stories published in webzines and a print anthology. This is her first novel.
Follow Nancy Widrew on Twitter at https://twitter.com/nancywidrew

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New Release-Excerpt & Giveaway: CURVEBALL BABY by J.M. Maurer


CURVEBALL BABY
by J.M. Maurer

New Release: LIFE WITHOUT YOU by S.P. West-Includes Excerpt!


LIFE WITHOUT YOU
by S.P. West

Thursday, November 16, 2017

New Release-Review & Giveaway: BREAKING FREE by A.T. Brennan



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Length: 72,000 words
Cover Design: Teresa Conner

Den Boys Series

Book #1 - All In -  Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #2 - Healing Him -  Amazon US | Amazon UK


Blurb

"I would never forgive myself if something happened to another man I cared about because I'd been careless and given in to temptation." ~ Zander

The last thing I was looking for was a relationship, then I laid eyes on a dancer at a nightclub and my entire world was flipped upside down. Kai is everything I've ever wanted, but shouldn't have. I'm haunted by a past I can't seem to break free from, and I'm not sure I can be the man Kai deserves. He makes me want to try, but I worry that I'm broken beyond repair.

"There was already a big enough stigma attached to being a go-go dancer, but add being a webcam model to the mix and people tended to assume things about me." ~ Kai

School, dance, cam, repeat. My life was on a constant loop as I struggled to keep my head above water. After seeing Zander in the crowd while I was dancing, I knew I had to meet the handsome stranger who took my breath away. I don't know if I'm the right man to help set him free from his pain, but I'm going to do everything I can to try and help him see that the past doesn't have to define his future.




Carra's Review

Breaking Free really fits so well into this series of hurt/comfort M/M romances.  Zander is broken after a terrible loss, and doesn’t want to get involved with anyone past a hookup—wrongly blaming himself for what’s happened in the past.  Kai doesn’t have much time for anything but school and work thanks to his personal situation, so doesn’t really get involved with anyone either.  But then they find each other.

Zander and Kai are amazing together, full of passion and repeatedly drawn to one another.  They’re the proverbial puzzle pieces fitting together, and I loved watching their relationship unfold in this story.  Their intimate scenes are beyond hot, and the rest of the time they can get quite emotional—all without being overly sappy.  

I’m already a fan of this series after reading the first two books, and I loved getting to see the characters from those stories here as well.  They all are so supportive of each other, making the guys from the bar all feel like one big family.

There’s a touch of drama near the end thanks to one of Kai’s “fans”, and while this part of the plot is touched on several times throughout the story, the climactic scene for it actual is over rather quickly.  Apart from that, the rest of the story focused on Zander and Kai’s developing relationship which while at first started off hot and furious, later evolved to a slower, more natural pace.

I loved this latest addition to the Den Boys series, and Breaking Free was a 4.5-star read for me.  It’s one I definitely recommend, particularly if you’re a fan of the M/M romance hurt/comfort trope.  This book is meant for readers 18+ for adult language and toe-curling sexual content.


Author Bio

A.T. Brennan, who also writes under the name Mandie Mills, is a romance and erotica author. A native of Ottawa, Canada, she enjoys picking up and moving from city to city every few years. A former member of the Canadian Armed Forces, current entrepreneur and freelance writer, she enjoys spending her days working on her many projects and her nights writing and not getting enough sleep. Currently she lives on Canada's East Coast with her family, both two- and four-legged. She enjoys collecting books and exploring the different sides of romance and romantic expression in her works.

You can visit her at www.mandiemillsauthor.com, or on Facebook at A.T. Brennan Author, and also at Author Mandie Mills.


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Book Review: VAMPIRE CLAUS by Robert Winter


Vampire Claus
Author: Robert Winter
Publisher:  Robert Winter Books
Release Date: November 15, 2017
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 30,000 words
Genre: Romance, Christmas vampire novella


Blurb

’Twas the night before Christmas, but what’s stirring is a little more dangerous than a mouse.

Taviano is nearly two hundred years old and never wakes in the same place twice. Weary and jaded, the vampire still indulges in memories of childhood Christmases in Naples. He lingers in shadow, spying on mortals as they enjoy the holiday.

When Taviano spots a handsome young man in Boston loaded down with presents and about to be mugged, he can’t help but intervene. Soon he’s talking to joyous, naïve, strong-willed and funny Paul, a short-order cook who raised funds to buy Christmas presents for LGBTQ children. Before he knows what’s happened, Taviano is wrapped up in Paul’s arms and then in his scheme to get the presents delivered by Christmas morning.

A vampire turned into a Christmas elf… What could go wrong?

Vampire Claus is a 30,000-word standalone gay romance about a lonely vampire and a fearless mortal with no instinct for self-preservation. A heartwarming ending, no cliffhanger, and a young man who discovers he has a thing for fangs. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about?
 

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Carra's Review

How could I not have my interest piqued with a blurb that says “A Vampire turned into a Christmas elf… What could go wrong?”?  From the moment I read that, I already knew I needed to read this story.  Now after doing so, I can safely say I have a new addition to my holiday re-read pile ;-)

Paul is a wondrously naïve, generous and giving man who seems to care more about taking care of others than about himself.  I will admit though, his street slang did make me feel a bit out of place to where I was more able to identify with Taviano’s character (apart from the whole vampire thing of course).  Taviano tries to live by a moral code, only feeding on those who would be considered “bad” people—criminal, thugs and the like.  He’s inexplicably drawn to Paul, even as he tells himself to leave the man alone and move on.

Paul and Taviano together are deliciously naughty and sizzling hot, so if you’re looking for that you’ll definitely be satisfied by what you find here.  My interest was even further piqued with Taviano’s inner bloodbeast, and after reading this I’m wondering if another story might be on the horizon given the open-ended things the beast communicated to Taviano.

Vampire Claus is a great way to spend a few hours, and it fits in well to the holiday paranormal romance genre.  And like I said—it has made its way onto my yearly holiday re-read list.  This was a 4-star read for me, and I’d recommend this to anyone looking for a fun, sexy, and even touching holiday romance.  This story is for readers 18+ for adult language and sexual content.


About the Author

Robert Winter lives and writes in Provincetown, Massachusetts. He is a recovering lawyer who prefers writing about hot men in love much more than drafting a legal brief. He left behind the (allegedly) glamorous world of an international law firm to sit in his home office and dream up ways to torment his characters until they realize they are perfect for each other. When he isn’t writing, Robert likes to cook Indian food and explore new restaurants. He splits his attention between Andy, his partner of sixteen years, and Ling the Adventure Cat, who likes to fly in airplanes and explore the backyard jungle as long as the temperature and humidity are just right.





New Release-Excerpt & Giveaway: MISTLETOE FANTASIES by Stacy Eaton


MISTLETOE FANTASIES
Pleasure Your Fantasies Series: Book 1

by Stacy Eaton

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

New Release-Excerpt & Giveaway: VAMPIRE CLAUS by Robert Winter


Vampire Claus
Author: Robert Winter
Publisher:  Robert Winter Books
Release Date: November 15, 2017
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 30,000 words
Genre: Romance, Christmas vampire novella

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Synopsis

’Twas the night before Christmas, but what’s stirring is a little more dangerous than a mouse.

Taviano is nearly two hundred years old and never wakes in the same place twice. Weary and jaded, the vampire still indulges in memories of childhood Christmases in Naples. He lingers in shadow, spying on mortals as they enjoy the holiday.

When Taviano spots a handsome young man in Boston loaded down with presents and about to be mugged, he can’t help but intervene. Soon he’s talking to joyous, naïve, strong-willed and funny Paul, a short-order cook who raised funds to buy Christmas presents for LGBTQ children. Before he knows what’s happened, Taviano is wrapped up in Paul’s arms and then in his schemes to get the presents delivered by Christmas morning.

A vampire turned into a Christmas elf… What could go wrong?

Vampire Claus is a 30,000-word standalone gay romance about a lonely vampire and a fearless mortal with no instinct for self-preservation. A heartwarming ending, no cliffhanger, and a young man who discovers he has a thing for fangs. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about?

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Robert Winter Books | Amazon Universal | Amazon AU 



Excerpt

Paul’s apartment was indeed small, a studio with exposed brick walls and two white-cased windows. Through them Taviano could see a fire escape and then, across the street, a tiled roof. The latch on the right window had broken. Foolish man, he thought as he watched Paul hop on one foot to take off a boot. Let a monster in the front door. Invite a robber through the window. How are you still alive?

He surveyed the rest of Paul’s home. An open door revealed a small bathroom. The opposite wall contained a two-burner stove, a sink, and a half-sized refrigerator. A wooden café table sat with two mismatched chairs. A futon couch along another wall likely served as Paul’s bed.

Next to it was a milk crate on which sat a tiny Christmas tree, wrapped in blue and yellow lights. A few small ornaments dangled from its boughs, though no presents rested underneath. That struck Taviano as sad, given the work Paul had gone through to gather gifts for the homeless youths.

A distinct combination of smells tickled his nose from the area of the futon. Besides Paul’s unique scent there were echoes of other men. Different colognes or bathing products. Latex, foil, something oily, and then…

Taviano turned away as he identified traces of semen. The turmoil in his chest that the evidence of Paul’s life produced disturbed him. If he could blush, he would.

Paul finished with his boots and socks and tugged off his bloodied T-shirt. Tossing the garments in a heap on the floor, he strode to the sink. Dressed only in low-slung corduroys, he turned on the faucet and began to scrub away dried blood on his shoulder and palm.

Taviano took in the sight of lean muscle, flexing under pale skin as Paul washed. That skin reminded him of cream. A tattoo of a tree adorned Paul’s back. Its delicately drawn branches spread to his shoulders. The twisted and sturdy trunk disappeared into the mistletoe-themed boxers resting low on his hips. One side of the tree showed a splintered stump, as if someone had wrenched off a branch.

Although curious about the imagery, Taviano wondered more how that inked skin would feel under his lips. Then he wondered why he wondered. His demon’s hunger for blood drove him for such long years. He’d all but forgotten what it was like to hunger for touch.

Year after year, he hunted with a singular purpose, among people useful to him only as food. Yet he found himself imagining what it would be like to draw Paul against his body. The warmth would be delicious. Soothing. It reminded Taviano of the difference between appetite and attraction. He found the thought both sobering and exciting.

Twice, many decades ago, and before he began to hunt exclusively among villains, he’d given in to curiosity. He’d caressed a willing man with his sensitive fingertips, and even allowed him to stroke Taviano with lust. Both times, the sensation was too intense to be pleasurable. It had been like dragging woolen cloth over a sunburn.

Neither encounter had smelled like Paul, though. Would the taste of his skin be as unique as his scent? Would his body be warm and welcoming? Why should just one man out of the multitudes he’d encountered draw him so profoundly and calm his demon? If he touched Paul once, Taviano wasn’t sure he’d want to stop.

Paul turned from the sink to grab a hand towel and caught Taviano staring at him. Another tattoo, of a sun rising above a mountain range, sprawled down his left pectoral. He stilled but made no effort to cover his hair-dusted and spare torso.

Instead he stood silently as Taviano studied him. His eyes caressed the alabaster planes of Paul’s chest, the sinewy shoulders and elegantly tapered arms. He admired the tight skin at Paul’s stomach, the tracing of fine hair that disappeared down into his boxers. Paul began to breathe more heavily under the scrutiny and his pants tented outward. Taviano smelled arousal and it echoed in his own belly.

Finally Paul swiped the cloth against his shoulder and dried his hands while holding Taviano’s eyes. He licked his lips and flushed. In a slightly hoarse voice, he asked, “Did I get it all?”

As if drawn by a magnet, Taviano stepped closer, hearing Paul’s heart beat faster at his approach. His body glistened in the dim light of the room. Taviano sensed no fear as he took another step and peered at Paul’s shoulder. He brushed trembling fingertips over clean white skin and murmured, “It looks perfect.”

Thankfully his face couldn’t blush and his heart couldn’t pound; he was sure he’d be a sight to behold otherwise. The desire to touch, to stroke, was difficult to hide, from Paul and from himself. Paul stood mere inches away. His coursing, rich blood generated warmth that called to Taviano. For once, it had nothing to do with his demon’s clamor for food.

Meet the Author


Robert Winter lives and writes in Provincetown, Massachusetts. He is a recovering lawyer who prefers writing about hot men in love much more than drafting a legal brief. He left behind the (allegedly) glamorous world of an international law firm to sit in his home office and dream up ways to torment his characters until they realize they are perfect for each other. When he isn’t writing, Robert likes to cook Indian food and explore new restaurants. He splits his attention between Andy, his partner of sixteen years, and Ling the Adventure Cat, who likes to fly in airplanes and explore the backyard jungle as long as the temperature and humidity are just right.

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