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Author: Lynn Charles

Title: Black Dust

Release Date: April 7, 2016

Length: 312 pages

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27830185-black-dust

Publisher: Interlude Press

Cover Artist: C.B. Messer

Fifteen years after a tragic car crash claimed a friend’s life and permanently injures his then-boyfriend, Broadway musician Tobias Spence reconnects with his former love. As Emmett and Tobias explore their renewed relationship, the two men face old hurts and the new challenges of a long-distance romance. Will Tobias lose his second chance at love to the ghosts he can’t seem to put to rest?

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“I can’t, Emmett. I—can’t go back.”

“Then we are clearly not ready for any sort of commitment.”

“Wait. You won’t agree to—to us—unless I come to Indiana?”

“I won’t,” Emmett said. “It’s all feeling a little one-sided to me, and I’m not okay with that.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I do understand, Toby. I was there for everything that makes you afraid of that place.”

“Yes. You were,” Toby said, taking Emmett’s hand in his. “But my concerns about going back have nothing to do with you.”

“Maybe they should have something to do with me.”

“That’s—” Toby pulled his hand away. “That’s not fair.”

“It really is,” Emmett said. He reached across the table for Toby’s hand again. “Please?” Toby took his hand and Emmett squeezed, holding on as if he might never let go. “We experienced a great tragedy together. And while Scotty’s parents lost their son, no one felt the things we felt. No one else woke up screaming and sweating when we heard the sounds of the crash in our sleep.”

“Emmett—”

“No one else knew the fear of maybe never walking again. No one else lost weight and a semester of school because he might get thrown in jail. No one else felt the things we felt together. That’s all ours. As much as you want to, you cannot take me out of the equation.”

“But, that’s just it, Em. I don’t want to feel those things again. I cannot walk back into that—that darkness.”

Emmett pulled their joined hands to his lips and kissed Toby’s knuckles. “You already have. You have been so enamored­—you’ve practically spent this entire week making love to my scars. You’re there. And it’s not so dark anymore.”

“No, because you’re whole again. You’re not broken anymore.”

Emmett saw it, then. He saw in the way Toby had almost obsessed over the ridiculous tattoo and Emmett’s scars, as if begging for them to also bring him the powers that Derek had wished upon Emmett’s body those years ago. He saw it in Toby’s insistence that they start all over as if the accident never happened, as if the years of silence weren’t strung between them like a rope and plank bridge connecting two separate lands.

So he said it. To give it power. To make it a truth they shared—like their shared tragedy. “And you still are. Broken.”

Toby nodded, grasping at Emmett’s fingers like a lifeline. “I’m so—” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m so exhausted making sure no one knows.”

“Oh, Toby.” All the more reason “trying again” was a bad idea. Unready to let go, Emmett kissed Toby’s fingers again. “Then come to my home,” Emmett offered, trite as it sounded in his own ears. “I’ve remodeled the master and made a party room in my basement for the kids.”

“You’ve never told me—”

“It’s beautiful, really. It’s on a couple of acres, and the back of the property is lined with a stream you can hear from the kitchen when the windows are open. It’s very peaceful. It sounds like you need some peace.”

“You deserve a beautiful life.”

“So let me share it with you. At least think about it?”

Toby nodded and began to clean up. “Will you still come see me in San Francisco after school’s out?”

“I don’t know. I’d really like an answer before I agree to see you again.”

“Okay. I’m sorry it’s not as easy as it should be.”

“I am too, Toby. Being with you was always so easy.”

Lynn Charles earned her degree in music education and for many years performed and directed choral music. When she’s not writing, she can be found strolling through local farmers markets near her home in Central Ohio in search of ingredients for new recipes. Her novel Chef’s Table was published in 2014 by Interlude Press.

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Today I’m welcoming Lynn Charles to chat about writing, life, and their current project. Welcome! Let’s talk a little about Black Dust.

What inspired you to write this story?

Around the 15^th anniversary of an auto accident that took the life of a cousin of mine, I began to wonder what had happened to the other two girls who were in the car—the driver and the passenger that had some serious, but not life-threatening injuries. While I don’t know the answer for their lives, my wanderings spun themselves into a story.

Is there a character you feel especially connected to? Why?

It’s funny, I answered Emmett in a previous questionnaire, but now that I think more on it, I’m going to have to go with Mac, Emmett’s mentor and co-teacher in the music department at Morningside High. She’s the elder, the more experienced, the one who knows that where you are at 20, where you are at 30 does not dictate the full of your existence. She loves Emmett with a maternal love, but also respects him as a professional. She guides with love, sometimes lays it on a bit thick, but always always wants the best for everyone around her.

What was the hardest part of writing this?

Allowing myself to write crap at first. I’m not sure why it strangled me so with this novel, but I edited while I wrote from the first word until I hit about the 2/3rds point where I finally let go. I also had trouble admitting even to myself that as much as Emmett loves Toby, he didn’t trust him. Lack of trust is a huge thing for me, so I needed to step back and let my characters work through that.

Choose a favorite line or short passage. What do you like about it?

This scene comes after Toby and Emmett have met for drinks in New York after a fifteen year lag. Toby snatched Emmett’s hat in playfulness at one point. The night before Emmett and his high school choir are about to head back to Indiana, Emmett realizes this special hat is still in Toby’s possession. He looks to Mac for a way to slip out of the hotel to go retrieve it.

He knocked on Mac’s door again. “Toby has it.”

“And?”

“And… he’s bringing it to the reception desk.”

“Okay?”

Emmett huffed and turned on his heel to close their connecting door.

“Stop, Emmett. What were you wanting from me here?”

Mac looked ridiculous. She was one-third of the way through a facial treatment that had somehow oozed into her left eye. Her eye was twitching and her brown skin was partially covered with a green, slimy—Emmett sniffed and coughed. “Is that safe for your face?”

“Go get the damned hat, Emmett. This is why I demanded to chaperone.”

“So I would remember my hat?”

“Get out of here. And in an hour, I’m sending Mr. Foster to drag you back by your shirt collar—assuming you’ll still have a shirt on.”

“Mac. This is not about—”

“You came here to make the goodbye better; go make it better.”

“I love you.” He moved in with puckered lips.

“Do not kiss me; this stuff tastes like rotten cheese. Also, if anyone asks, you have a migraine.”

“Right. Thank you. Again.”

I like it because it’s a funny visual scene. I’m seeing her with her facial cream dripping all over the place, her caring exasperation at his lovesick heart, and his own exasperation at himself. They’re delightful together.

Tell us a little about any upcoming projects.

I’m working on my third novel now, as yet untitled. It’s about living after death, about parenthood and embracing the legacy those have left us while also creating one for those who will follow us.

How has your life changed since becoming a published author?

Well, I can say “I’m a published author,” which is something else. While this wasn’t something I was shooting for in my younger years, I feel like I have found something where I’m generally comfortable in my skills (unless I’m having one of those “I’m a fraud” days) and I have support from the right people in the field to make it happen. I also go to New York a lot more often, partially for pleasure, but occasionally for work.

If you could take a time machine back 10 years, what would you tell your past self?

I would tell myself to be more intentional about my time with my friend Lisa (see previous answer about a memorial tattoo) because she won’t be around much longer. I would also tell myself to keep writing because one day it would pay off.

What do you hope people say about you after you’re gone?

I’ve been told this even now, but I hope people will say that I made them laugh. That I helped them deal with the crappy things in life and make them feel a bit less crappy.

Word Sprints!

1. Cats or dogs? While I’ve come to like cats in recent years, my loyalty will always be to dogs
2. Musical theater or rock concert? Yes, please? I enjoy both.
3. Do you have any body art? I have two tattoos, one a g-clef with a ladybug adornment on my right ankle and one on my left wrist—a memorial tattoo of a calla lily and the words “For Good.”
4. As a kid, were you a Goody-Goody or a Wild Child? I was a goody-two-shoes.
5. Morning person or night owl? I’m more of a night owl

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Author: Evelyn Elliott

Title: Bad Magic

Series: Spell Slave

Book: One (Can be read as a standalone)

Release Date: October 28, 2015

Length: 161 pages, 55,000 words

Categories: Bisexual, Fantasy, M/M Romance, Romance

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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Christine Griffin

Morality is relative. At least that’s what young sorcerer Regis Teller convinces himself. He’s done what he must to survive: working for a witch since he was nine, helping her throw the kingdom into anarchy, and taking his only comfort in her mysterious son, Crow. And soon, Regis is going to commit his first murder.

A do-gooder named Jonathan White has information the witch needs, and it’s Regis’s job to get that information and slit Jonathan’s throat. But then Regis actually meets Jonathan. And Jonathan is perfect—a hero with a passion for justice and little regard for civility.

Lucky for Regis, Jonathan has a weakness for attractive men. Lucky for Jonathan, Regis is fast developing a conscience and a heart. But for Regis, keeping both of them alive at their adventure’s end means breaking a magical oath and surviving his ruthless boss—all without telling Jonathan the truth. Falling in love is never easy, especially when everyone involved is lying through their teeth.

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The road led to a forest. Though perhaps “forest” was not the correct word; the majority of it was comprised of brambles, vines, and the most vicious flowers Regis had ever seen. Some of them seemed to be moving. “This is it?” Regis said.

Jonathan looked a bit puzzled. “I thought so.”

“This is possibly the most evil forest I’ve ever seen.” It was, in fact, the only evil forest he had ever seen.

“Yeah. I… yeah. I can definitely see what you mean.”

Chartreuse the dragon inspected the forest. “Can you burn us through?” Regis asked her.

I could start a small fire, she offered. It would probably spread. We could burn the whole forest down.

“Never mind,” Regis said.

She settled down a safe distance from the trees. I think I’ll wait here.

Jonathan drew his sword. The brambles seemed to twitch in response, and Regis half expected them to lash out like tentacles. He shuddered, pulling the fur-trimmed cloak tighter around himself.

The road continued into the forest. The brambles had swallowed it, but bits of uneven cobblestone remained, marking a path to the castle. Jonathan hacked his way through, and Regis followed closely, silently checking on his magic. He had a fair amount, but he wasn’t sure what he could do with it.

He’d only gone a few feet when there came a creaking noise. Behind them, the brambles moved to cover the path. There was a brief pause as Jonathan and Regis looked at each other. “Is there magic here?” Jonathan said.

“You can’t smell it?”

“Normal people can’t smell magic, Regis.”

“Oh,” Regis said. “Well, there’s sort of a sharp smell, like boiled weeds. Brambles like this are a sign of fairy infestation. This forest wasn’t here ten years ago, was it?”

“No,” Jonathan said. Regis ducked under a vine, tripped on a root, and landed flat on his face. Jonathan offered him a hand. Regis took it and heaved himself up, wiping the mud off. “Here,” Jonathan said. He pulled off his tunic and held it out, leaving himself in a thin white undershirt. “What’s a fairy?”

Regis smeared the mud off his face. “Well, they’re a bit like nature spirits. They feed off of magic and, um, other kinds of energy.”

“Why are they protecting the queen?”

“Protecting her? Probably they just like living near her. The sleep spell is strong. They’re probably feeding off of the discharge.”

“Are they dangerous?”

“I hear most of them are women. Hot women. So yeah. Kind of.” He stepped under a branch. “Not dangerous to you, maybe. You know, because you’re….” He cleared his throat, gesturing wildly.

“Because I’m what?”

“You know. A woman-hater. It’s okay,” he said. “Chartreuse mentioned it a while ago.”

“I like women just fine,” Jonathan said. “I just don’t like having sex with them.”

“Have you tried? It’s fantastic. Maybe you just haven’t found the right girl yet.” Jonathan got a pinched look on his face, and he didn’t answer, his mouth tight. “Oh,” Regis said. “Um. Sorry. Did I say something—you know what, never mind.”

“Things are a lot simpler where I’m from,” Jonathan said. “No magic. No fairies. No people like you.”

“Sounds dull.”

Jonathan sighed. “Not really.” He glanced at Regis. “So. Fairies are real. What about elves?”

“What, those little shoemaker things? Oh, yeah, they’re real. But they’re actually the size of people, and they have pointy ears. Oh, and they’re immortal, and they worship nature. And they spend all day singing and composing poetry.”

Jonathan scowled. “You could have just said no.”

At first glance, Evelyn Elliott seems like a perfectly normal person. Do not be deceived.
Her hobbies include watching grisly horror movies, torturing her characters, and tending to her flower garden. She enjoys long walks on the beach and collecting the souls of small children. Whenever she reads a book, she always roots for the villain.

Avoid her at all costs. Certainly do not find her on facebook or befriend her online. You have better things to do.

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Author: Victoria Sue

Title: The Dilemma

Series: Sirius’s Wolves

Book: Five (Series should be read in order)

Release Date: April 7, 2016

Length: 50,000 words

Categories: Fiction, M/M Romance, Ménage/Poly, Wolf Shifters

Publisher: Dark Hollows Press

Cover Artist: 3 rusted spoons

Marcus has just become the only human ever to be Alpha of a werewolf pack and thwarted the plans of Anubis to destroy the goddess Sirius’ creation – the werewolves.

Now, Anubis has decided to focus his efforts instead on Marcus and his new pack, to try and destroy the pack from within. In order to do this, Anubis seeks the one thing Marcus wants above all else and when he finds it, will use that to get him to walk away from his lovers and the pack.

Unaware of the evil god’s plans, Marcus works together with Kellan and Ricoh, not only trying to help Nate recover from the vicious torture he has undergone at the hands of the terrorist group, The Winter Circle, but to also come to terms with leading a pack of over two thousand wolves.

Marcus soon will be faced with a dilemma, but will he give everything up for his mates and the pack or will the temptation Anubis offers him be too much for one human to refuse? Will Marcus put his wolves before himself or will he be tricked into leaving them behind forever?

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Nate opened his eyes slowly and looked down. Kellan blinked as they both seemed to shimmer for a few seconds and then gaped as he stared at the white wolf now standing shoulder to shoulder with a black one.

Nate had shifted. Not only had he shifted into a beautiful wolf, his wolf was black. Nate was an Alpha.

“Does that mean what I think it does?” Marcus said quietly.

“I’ve never seen his wolf,” Ricoh said, awe coloring his words.

Then in another second, Nate had shifted back, and that was their second surprise. He was fully clothed. Kellan realized there had been no torn clothes on the floor, and as far as he knew Darric was the only wolf with that ability.

Nate stood. The wolf, Chris, was still close enough so Nate could burrow his hands in the thick white fur.

Marcus took a step forward and Nate lifted his head — and they all gasped. All hesitancy, all trace of fear, all the remnants of pain that Nate seemed to carry with him constantly — it all vanished as the man took a step and Marcus opened his arms for Nate to step into them.

The white wolf shook himself, casually licked a paw, and headed for one of the smaller meeting rooms. Conner followed him with some jeans he had been carrying. In seconds Chris and Conner were walking over to Marcus, Chris fully shifted back and clothed. Nate and Marcus stood quietly holding each other.

Blaze spoke up. “Unless it’s essential for you all to be here would you please give your Alphas some privacy?”

In seconds everyone had disappeared except for both Alpha groups and Chris. Blaze drew some chairs together and sat down. Aden chuckled, his arms full with a sleeping baby. “Well, you don’t see that every day.”

“Look,” Marcus said quietly, holding one of Nate’s scarred hands. The skin was smooth. Injury free, no burn marks, no missing nails.

Aden stared in astonishment. “That’s incredible. Shifting heals, but it doesn’t remove scars.” Darric dropped a hand on his leg. “I should know,” Aden whispered.

Kellan swallowed, guilt immediately swamping him. Kellan had lured Aden back to their old pack the last time when he got injured again.

Aden lifted his head and stared at Kellan. Then he smiled, and Kellan felt the guilt ease. He was grateful. He wasn’t sure he deserved it, but he was grateful.

“I have to ask,” Blaze said when they were all sitting down. Marcus and Nate were side by side, but Kellan had drawn Ricoh to him. Of them all, Ricoh seemed the most shocked. “I understand you were thrown out of your pack as a child. Was it because you are an Alpha?”

Nate sat a little taller. “I’m not an Alpha,” he said hesitantly.

“I can assure you,” Darric interrupted, “your wolf is black. Alpha marked. Besides which, I can feel your energy.” He paused and assessed him. “That’s new, isn’t it?”

“New?” Marcus asked.

“My wolf is gray,” Nate said hesitantly. He looked at Chris who was sitting quietly with Conner. “Did you do that? I felt an incredible amount of power when I touched you.”

Chris put his head to one side and laughed nervously. “I don’t think so. I just remember thinking you seemed hurt and that I had to help you.”

“I felt the Alpha power. I can sense it in you,” Darric said.

Nate turned his head and gazed at Darric. “I’m sorry. I know those are words often said with little meaning, but I—”

Darric reached over and clasped Nate’s hand. “The gods knew what they were doing. I think everything happened as it should.” Darric smiled. “I think you are an Alpha for a reason, and I think the gods have a purpose for you.”

Kellan gazed at everyone’s awed faces and knew that Darric was right. Even he could feel the steady thrum of Alpha power coming from Nate. What did that mean for their future?

****

Marcus stared in awe. He wasn’t totally sure what was happening here. “Are you saying that because Nathaniel has a black wolf, he’s an Alpha, and that his wolf has changed color?”

“There are different types of Alphas, Marcus. My wolf is silver,” Darric said.

“Stephen’s is golden brown, as is mine,” Conner said.

Marcus frowned. “Then why do you say black means Alpha-marked if an Alpha can be any color?”

Darric smiled. “Alpha-marked also means marked by gods.” He gestured at Blaze. “Blaze’s wolf is black. It’s usually an indication of leadership as well.”

Marcus gazed at Nate. “What does that mean for you?” Did that mean he should be running the pack? But Nate never left their rooms. He looked like he had a newfound confidence, but he was still curled into Marcus’ side as if he needed protection.

Nate looked at a complete loss. Aden spoke up. “I am not completely sure but I would hazard a guess that Sirius has a specific job for you to do,” he said quietly.

Marcus nearly shook his head in complete disbelief, but then he knew all the other incredible things that had happened, Darric being alive, the baby that Aden was cuddling. If they had happened, why was it such a leap to believe Nate had a higher purpose of some sort?

Marcus thought hard. Even as the other Alphas stood and congratulated Nate and fussed over Chris, he let the conversation swirl around him and he knew. Kellan was a strong werewolf. Ricoh had gotten a strength of purpose planning the new school and helping the kids he loved.

And Nate — his fragile boy, the one who Marcus had never been able to leave for long, because he needed him so much … Nate was an Alpha werewolf. If he wasn’t about to run a pack then he was destined to play some important role. God touched.

Marcus eased his arm away from Nate as Nate laughed at something Darric said. At the end of the day, Marcus was fooling himself. Nate healing had just taken away his reason for being here, and he was very much afraid none of them needed him now.

Victoria Sue has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids’ adventure stories, she would go raid her mom’s. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.

She especially loves writing gay romance because as far as she’s concerned the only thing better than one hot guy, is two of them.

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Twitter: @vickysuewrites

1. Plotter or pantser?

A little of both. I always know the start and ending of my book – it’s the middle that shocks the hell out of me.

2. Coffee or tea?

Coffee here, and tea when I visit home in England.

3. What’s your favorite of your published works?

The Innocent Auction because it was so much work. It’s set in England, 1810, and it took an incredible amount of research.

4. What’s a charity/cause you support?

Lost n’ Found LGBT youth. If you would like to know more, check out the dedication in this book.

5. What are you currently wearing?

Pajamas – but it is 2am! (Although on a strictly writing day it could be 3pm and I’d still be in them.)

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Author: Megs Pritchard

Title: Awakening

Series: Crossing Desires

Book: One

Release Date: March 6, 2016

Length: 60 pages

Categories: Erotica, M/M Romance

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14968296.Megs_Pritchard

Publisher: Megs Pritchard

Cover Artist: A.M. Snead

Tony likes women. Always has. Always will. So when he wakes up in a strange bed after a drunken night out, he isn’t too concerned.

Thinking he’d scored with a woman from the club he’d been in the night before, he was shocked and horrified when he realized he was in a man’s bed. Naked.

What the hell happened last night?

With that question in mind, Tony quickly leaves before seeing the man he spent the night with, but in his haste leaves something important behind.

When the man he spent the night with calls him, Tony realizes that he has to meet him in order to get back what he left and that maybe he might not be as straight as he once thought.

With his brother’s help, Tony begins to question what he thought he knew about his sexuality and where the answer to that question might lead him.

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Tony woke up slowly and sluggishly. He moved slightly on the bed and tensed when his stomach reminded him of just how much he had drunk the night before. He groaned and repeatedly swallowed as saliva flooded his mouth. His stomach didn’t want the contents it contained and was attempting to eject them.

He ran his hands over the bedding and stopped. He rubbed his fingers over the material noticing the softness. His breath caught. It wasn’t his bedding, and now he was aware that the mattress was completely different to his too. He swallowed again but this time it wasn’t to stop himself from being sick.

He blinked his eyes a couple of times before he could open them and stared at the white ceiling above him, seeing it through gritty and filmy eyes. Yep, didn’t recognize it. His breathing started to quicken as he became fully aware that he was in a room he didn’t recognize. Refusing to give in to the panic that was starting to rise in him, he slowly and carefully turned his head to the side so he could look at the room. He grimaced and closed his eyes as his head pounded in protest, and he took another couple of deep breaths before he was ready to open them again.

Blue walls stared back at him. He glanced around the room, noticing the dark furniture. Walnut maybe? Closing his eyes again, he tried to recall if he knew who had a bedroom like this. No, couldn’t think of a single person. The furniture looked expensive, too expensive for any of his friends to have.

On his second look around the room, he started to notice the details he hadn’t picked up the first time he’d glanced at it. Pictures on the walls, a bookcase in the corner, dark blue curtains, clothing strewn across the floor, black bedding. Frowning he looked more closely at the clothing on the floor and recognized his own among the scattered items. Was he naked? Why hadn’t he been aware that he was naked in someone else’s bed?

Then he noticed the type of clothing. Jeans, a shirt and boxer briefs that were definitely not his. His heart rate increased, and a fine film of sweat broke out over his body. He scanned the room again, looking more closely at the pictures he could see. There were men and women in them but only one man appeared in all of the pictures. Fuck, he was in a man’s room. He was in a man’s room and naked in his bed.

He closed his eyes. What the hell was he doing in a man’s bed? What had happened? His brother might like cock, but he didn’t. Absolutely not. Opening his eyes, he lifted the sheets and looked down his body. A strange keening sound left his mouth as he saw the marks that travelled down his chest and abdomen. He dropped the sheets quickly hoping to erase the image of his body from his mind and tried to think about the night before.

What had he done? How much had he drunk? He couldn’t remember much after he had gone into the club with his brother and their friends. He had a vague memory of a woman in a skin tight dress and a man wearing a black shirt. He looked at the shirt on the floor. Shit, the shirt was black. Oh God, he was in the bedroom of the man from the club.

As he lay there, he became aware of another sound entering the room: the shower. The shower was running. That meant the man from the club was still here and virtually in the room. He had to get out before he finished in the bathroom. He couldn’t face him. What if he had fucked him? Oh fuck, what did he do? Why couldn’t he remember?

He rolled cautiously to his side and had to pause, rubbing his stomach as he attempted to settle it. He swallowed convulsively as he took deep breaths. God, he felt like a woman in labor with all the deep breathing he was doing. When he felt more in control, he gingerly sat up and then slumped over as his stomach heaved. He put his head between his knees again as he was forced to stop himself from being sick.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and shivered uncontrollably. Sinking gently to his knees, he crawled on the floor over to where his clothes were. He dressed as quickly as he could, which wasn’t quick at all, and as he was attempting to stand to find his shoes, he heard the shower switch off.

Megs Pritchard lives in England and is a mother to two small boys. When she isn’t working or being mummy, she is busy writing about complex characters that know the harsh realities of life but want a HEA.

A lover of M/M and M/F romances she believes everyone deserves to be happy, healthy and loved.

Growing up in a military family, Megs has traveled Europe and has a great deal of respect and gratitude for all the men and women who have and who still serve. Her dream job was to be a Bomb Disposal Expert and even had her own ‘kit’ when she was younger.

She is currently working on her first novella series called Crossing Desires and full length series called Second Chances.

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Author: Annabeth Albert

Title: Knit Tight

Series: #PortlandHeat

Book: Four (This, and all the books of the series, can be read as a standalone as each features a new couple.)

Release Date: April 12, 2016

Length: 43,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, New Adult, Romance

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25937705-knit-tight

Publisher: Kensington

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

It’s no secret that Portland, Oregon, has some of best restaurants, shops, and cafés in the country. But it’s the hard-working men who serve it all up that keep us coming back for more…

One of Portland’s hottest young baristas, Brady is famous for his java-topping flair, turning a regular cup of joe into a work of art. Every Wednesday—aka “Knit Night”—hordes of women and their needles descend on the coffeehouse, and Brady’s feeling the heat. Into the fray walks a tall, dark, and distractingly handsome stranger from New York. His name is Evren, and he’s the sexy nephew of Brady’s sweetest customer, the owner of the yarn shop down the street. He’s also got a killer smile, confident air, and masculine charm that’s tying Brady’s stomach in knots. The smitten barista can’t wait to see him at the next week’s gathering. But when he tries to ask Evren out, his plans unravel faster than an unfinished edge. If Brady hopes to warm up more than Evren’s coffee, he’ll have to find a way to untangle their feelings, get out of the friend zone, and form a close-knit bond that’s bound to last a lifetime…

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“Why? Am I turning you on?” My hand wandered over my fly. Not stroking, just firm pressure. We’d danced past sexy talk, far out of the friend zone, now meandering into something dark and heady. I pressed hard against my aching erection as I waited to see how far Ev would let himself go.

“Perhaps. I told you some things, now you tell me. What is your favorite thing?”

“Uh. The long, slow grinding ending in oral that you just described sounds amazing and hits a lot of my buttons. For the record, I’m totally good with…mess. And I like giving oral. Love getting my throat fucked. Being pinned down while grinding or getting my throat fucked, that gets me going.”

Ev was silent a long moment. Perhaps I’d pushed him too far. “Tell me about this throat fucking. How do you like it?”

Aw yes. I’d never had phone sex, but I had a feeling we were about to head in that direction. “Where are you right now?”

“In my bed. With a closed door. Are you going to ask me what I’m wearing next?”

“Knitted underwear?” I laughed as I headed for the bathroom—the one room with a lock. My usual jerk-off method was a locked door and a longer-than-necessary shower.

“Sorry to disappoint. Pajama bottoms. I worry Hala Mira could need me in the night.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize to me. I share a room with a ten-year-old. I’m going to the bathroom now, though. And locking the door.”

“You require a locked door to tell me about giving head?”

“I require a locked door, a quiet house, and about three hours to show you,” I countered. “Fuck, Ev. I want you to wear me out.”

“Oh, I could. Do not doubt that, Brady. You want me to wear your throat out? Use you so much you need me to feed you some gelato after?”

“Fuck yes,” I whispered. “I’d like it if you were on the bed or in a chair and I were kneeling in front of you. Or you were standing in front of me. Me on my knees is the key thing.”

“You ever try with your head over the edge of the mattress? It happens that this bed is the perfect height for that…”

“Oh yes. Tell me more. I want to jerk off while you fuck my throat like that.”

“Ah. But I don’t want that. Perhaps we will need to find other occupation for your hands.”

Oh man. Ev knew how to turn my crank big-time. “I’m good with having my hands tied.”

I could tell from his inhalation that it worked for him, too. “How flexible are you?”

“Bendier than I look. I had to do yoga stretching exercises to rehab a skateboarding injury. Turns out I dig it.”

“Nice. Very nice. I like your mouth very, very much.”

“Like the beard? Because if you want my mouth more…exposed, I can work with that. Beard is pure Northwest laziness on my part.”

“The beard is…part of the appeal. Your mouth is very full and your beard always seems like it’s…teasing. I think I want your hair down, though, yes?”

“Go for it.” Getting into it, I pulled my hair free of the ponytail, let it flop against my shoulders. Spit gathered in my mouth like I really was about to get a go at Ev’s cock. Fuck. Just the thought had me throbbing. I unzipped to get a little more breathing room. “I want to—”

Knock. Knock. Knock. “Brady, are you in there? I don’t feel so good,” Jonas called through the door.

Fuck. I kept my curse to myself. “Just a minute, buddy,” I called.

“You need to go?” Ev said in my ear. “I understand.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Another time, Brady, another time.”

Even if he just meant the phone-sex version of the fantasy, part of me thrilled to his words. And I was pulling hard for the in-person.

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

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

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Author: Toni Griffin

Narrator: Dominic M. McCartney

Title: Determined Mate

Series: Holland Brothers

Book: Two (Series should be read in order for maximum enjoyment)

Release Date: Mid-April

Audiobook Time: Approximately 5 hours

Categories: Fantasy, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Wolf Shifters

Publisher: Mischief Corner Books

Cover Artist: Meredith Russell

Jason Matthews is a broken man. He’s lived through hell and barely come out the other side. All he can think about is getting to his best friend, Brian, after that he has no idea. Jason’s scared out of his mind when he’s met by not only Brian but two large men as well, he does the only thing he can think to do. He tries to run. One of the men, though, turns out to be his mate. A mate he is in no condition to have or want, a mate that won’t allow him to flee.

Alex Holland is forced to stand by and watch as Jason is taken to the safest place they know, too scared to be around him. He knows something bad has happened to Jason and he’s going to need every ounce of his Alpha control to give his mate the time he needs to heal and start living again.

Toni Griffin lives in Darwin, the smallest of Australia’s capital cities. Born and raised in the state she’s a Territorian through and through. Growing up Toni hated english with a passion (as her editors can probably attest to) and found her strength lies with numbers.

Now, though, she loves escaping to the worlds she creates and hopes to continue to do so for many years to come. She’s a single mother of one and works full time. When she’s not writing you can just about guarantee that she will be reading one of the many MM authors she loves.

Feel free to drop her a line at info@tonigriffin.net anytime.

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Today I’m welcoming Toni Griffin to chat about writing, life, and their current project. Welcome! Let’s talk a little about Determined Mate.

What inspired you to write this story?

Determined Mate was the natural progression after the first one. I wanted a story where once again the main characters had to work for their HEA, but in a different way than Unexpected Mate.

Is there a character you feel especially connected to? Why?

I love Alex, I love that fact that he’s so big and powerful, yet there’s absolutely nothing he can do for his mate in the beginning. He has to stand back and watch others help the man that’s supposed to be his.

What was the hardest part of writing this?

I really wanted to make sure I portrayed the pain Jason went through well. I didn’t want to just shug off what happened to him. Something like that stays with a person for a long time.

Choose a favorite line or short passage. What do you like about it?

“I know up here”—Jason pointed to his head—”that Marcus is okay. He’s your mate and wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. He’s also Alex’s brother, though I’m not ready to think too deeply on that yet.” Brian chuckled at him. Jason scowled at his friend. “But even knowing what I do, it doesn’t stop me from being scared.” Jason took a deep breath before looking Brian in the eyes and whispering, “I don’t want to be like this, Bri. I don’t want to live in fear.”

Excerpt From: Toni, Griffin. “Determined Mate: Holland Brothers 2.” Mischief Corner Books, LLC. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

Tell us a little about any upcoming projects.

I’m currently working on Kieran, Book 4 in my Atherton Pack, should be done very shortly. I also have another Holland Brother’s short in the upcoming Mischief Corner Books Anthology, Behind the Uniform.

Word Sprints!

1. Plotter or pantser? Pantser
2. Coffee or tea? Tea
3. Cats or dogs? Dogs, but I do like cats
4. Reusable or disposable grocery bags? Reusable, We don’t have disposables here in Darwin any more.
5. Musical theater or rock concert? Both

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