Craving Stains by Alina Popescu blog tour | Spotlight & Giveaway {Eyes on Books}

Title: Craving Stains

Author:  Alina Popescu

Length: novella

Genre: gay, gay fiction, science fiction, paranormal, gay romance

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Wynn Brenwood has been trapped by his mother since birth, shut away in a sterile, hospital-like apartment.

Is it her desire to keep him safe that sees him locked up in his pristine cage? Or are her motives less innocent and well-intentioned?

Wynn longs to break free to experience the world he sees beyond his window.

Desperate to escape, he meets Doyle, a handsome, leather-clad, and enigmatic stranger.

But is Doyle real, or is he just a figment of Wynn’s imagination?

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Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.
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Deception of a Highlander blog tour | Spotlight, Random Things & Giveaway {MMSAI}

DECEPTION OF A HIGHLANDER by Madeline Martin

Official Blog Tour
Hosted by MMSAI Tours
April 20^th – 24th & April 27^th – May 1st

DECEPTION OF A HIGHLANDER
Author: Madeline Martin
Release Date: April 28^th, 2015
Publisher:  Diversion Books

Scottish Romance doesn’t get much steamier—or more dangerous—than a spy hunting her quarry, and losing her heart to him instead.

To pay a seemingly impossible debt, Mariel Brandon has become a spy for Aaron, one of England’s deadliest minds. Aaron’s latest mission for the sharp-witted and daring Mariel is to find two people in a heavily fortified castle on the Isle of Skye, a castle headed by the clan MacDonald and the powerful Kieran. Mariel is to seduce Kieran and get him to take her to Skye. If she succeeds, Aaron promises to let Mariel’s young brother go, and to free both of them from their debt.  If she fails, her brother will die.

What she doesn’t count on is craving Kieran MacDonald almost immediately upon meeting him. Now Mariel must keep a secret from Kieran—one that could get them both killed—as she tries to form a plan that will save her brother, get her out from under Aaron’s thumb once and for all, and keep her in Kieran’s strong arms forever. 

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Madeline Martin lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her two daughters and a menagerie of pets. She graduated from Flagler College with a degree in Business Administration and works for corporate America. Her hobbies include rock climbing, running, doing Mud Runs and just about anything exciting she can do without getting nauseous. She grew up in Europe and still enjoys traveling overseas whenever she can find the time to get away. Her favorite place to visit thus far: Scotland.

Website: http://www.madelinemartin.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/madelinemmartin

10 Random Things with author Madeline Martin:

.      I lock myself in the bathroom and spoon-eat Nutella from the jar (if you’re a mom, you get this)

2.      I make up stories about how parts of the world came to be through the magic of fairies and tell them to the minions as a reward for good behavior.

3.      My dryer trap sparkles (really it’s just glitter from minions clothes, but I like to pretend it’s laundry magic)

4.      Cheezits are my weakness. Tabasco flavored Cheezits. You know, the kind with the spicy, savory dusting that makes them explode with happiness on your tongue and keeps clothes from fitting after a while? Yeah – those. I like ‘em with wine.

5.      When my brother graduated with his masters from Georgetown, I fell in a dry fountain. When I started a new job in college, I missed the top step while carrying an armful of glass ketchup bottles and fell the whole way down. When I was a kid, I once knocked myself unconscious on the playground. So…you might say I’m a little clumsy…

6.      I can’t give blood because I might have Mad Cow. But on a way more awesome not, I got to spend most of my childhood in Germany. Worth it!

7.      I hate Chuck E Cheese. Anyone who loves Chuck E Cheese has probably only ever been there once…when they were 5…or drunk…maybe both.

8.      I have freakishly long arms that make me wearing a winter coat look like Frankenstein donning a dinner jacket.

9.      I sometimes wear a tiara around the house.

1.   I can’t get strep because I’m a strep carrier. Which actually kind of makes me like a villain. A clumsy villain with too-short sleeves and a crippling penchant for Cheezits. Look out world!

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EE Montgomery 'Just The Way You Are' virtual tour | Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway {Pride Promotions}

After ten years in an abusive relationship and a near-fatal knife wound, Jonathan Watson is finally free. Unused to being able to make even the smallest decision and smothered by family and well-meaning neighbors, he’s floundering in the real world. Jonathan is afraid of falling into another relationship too quickly and realizes he needs time to rediscover who he is before he attaches himself to another man.

He never counted on meeting Ben Urquhart, though. Ben tempts Jonathan to forget everything and take a leap.  For Ben, it's love at first sight, and he doesn't want to take it slow. He wants to build a life with Jonathan, free from harm and full of laughter. But before they can take the next step, they must protect Jonathan from his possessive, threatening ex. Jonathan must find the courage to confront him and break the chains of his past before he can be truly free to build a future with Ben.

Grab your copy of 'Just The Way You Are' today from Dreamspinner Press!  

Excerpt:

Chapter ONE

JONATHAN SHIVERED in the early morning air but not from the chill. He wrapped his arms around himself and groaned as his wound tugged against the movement. He relaxed slowly as the pain eased. 

From where he stood, he could see between the two apartment blocks to where the sun glinted off the Brisbane River. Five years ago he used to watch the ferries puddle their way up and down the river, dropping passengers here at Hamilton and across the way at Bulimba. He’d missed that view for a long time. He wondered if he’d miss the house now that he was leaving it.

The house was gray—morning gray, Anthony had called it, but it had always looked like unwashed, neglected underwear to him. The lines of the house were precise and symmetrical, unlike the yard. 

The front lawn bore scars, just like his chest. They were from his Cruiser skidding to a stop the night Anthony had sent him to kill Mark. His eyes burned as he thought how close he’d come to doing what his boyfriend told him to.

At the time, he didn’t think he had any other choice. It was kill or be killed. Literally. By the end of that night, Mark had been the only one left uninjured. Liam’s leg had thankfully healed quickly where Anthony had stabbed him. Anthony was still in hospital with a self-inflicted knife wound to the stomach, and Jonathan… Jonathan was done with that life. Anthony’s knife in his chest—so close to his heart it was clearly intended to be fatal—had cured him of whatever delusions he’d held onto that let him believe he was in love with the man. Even Anthony’s assertions that Jonathan was responsible for him being in a wheelchair since the car accident two years before wouldn’t get him to stay.

He was out of it now, or at least he would be as soon as the removalists came and took his stuff away. Then he could begin to heal. The first step had been to learn to breathe again after his lung collapsed when Anthony stabbed him. The next step… he didn’t know what the next step after this was. He wasn’t going to admit it to anyone, but he was just as terrified now, starting a life of his own—on his own—as he was when he thought he was going to die.

The trembling began again. Dizzy. Couldn’t catch his breath. He leaned beside the front door and forced himself to bring his mind back to the here and now and looked around again. There was a new section of fence now, and the Cruiser had been repaired and sat at the curb, waiting for him. His cousin must have had the damage repaired while Jonathan was in the hospital—learning how to make his lung work again after his boyfriend had tried to kill him. He shook the thoughts from his head. He had to stop thinking like this or he’d go mad.

Sleep last night had been impossible. The house had been cleaned, but nothing was going to completely remove the blood splattered on the white carpet. His blood.

A low rumble burbled through the air, and a truck turned onto the street. Jonathan’s heart raced. 

“You can do this,” he whispered, although he wasn’t quite sure which part of “this” he was talking about. It could be dealing with strangers on his own, or it could be leaving Anthony—finally. He pressed the heel of his hand over the dressing on his chest. Staying with Anthony was no longer an option.

The truck stopped and turned to reverse into the driveway. The high-pitched beeping made Jonathan jump and, to calm himself, he focused on the two men sitting in the cab. The driver looked young and blond, the passenger older and shriveled, his hair sticking out in unkempt tangles.

“Two people. Not Anthony. You’re outside, everything’s marked. You don’t need to go inside with them at all if you don’t want to. You can do this.” He counted his breaths in and out. The beeping stopped, the engine cut out, and the driver’s door opened.

Long, well-formed legs slipped from the cab, by-passing the step completely as a muscled body slid to the ground. Khaki cargo shorts bunched enticingly around a spectacular package before settling loosely around slim hips as the man’s boot-clad feet landed on the ground and he stood away from the truck. Jonathan moved his gaze up the body. The worn T-shirt did nothing to hide the trim stomach and prominent pecs and the sleeves framed the rounded deltoids perfectly. Jonathan sighed as he lifted his focus higher to see the man’s wide smile.

E E Montgomery wants the world to be a better place, with equality and acceptance for all. Her philosophy is: We can’t change the world but we can change our small part of it and, in that way, influence the whole. Writing stories that show people finding their own ‘better place’ is part of E E Montgomery’s own small contribution.

Thankfully, there’s never a shortage of inspiration for stories that show people growing in their acceptance and love of themselves and others. A dedicated people-watcher, E E finds stories everywhere. In a cafe, a cemetery, a book on space exploration or on the news, there’ll be a story of personal growth, love, and unconditional acceptance there somewhere.

Author Links: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Blog

You can contact E E Montgomery at eemontgomery11@gmail.com

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Tour Dates & Stops: April 20 – May 1, 2015

20-Apr

Amanda C. Stone

21-Apr

Love Bytes

Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves

Prism Book Alliance

22-Apr

Vampires, Werewolves, and Fairies, Oh My

The Novel Approach

23-Apr

Hearts on Fire

Molly Lolly

24-Apr

Divine Magazine

Full Moon Dreaming

27-Apr

MM Good Book Reviews

Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

28-Apr

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Bayou Book Junkie

29-Apr

Rainbow Gold Reviews

BFD Book Blog

30-Apr

Bike Book Reviews

Cate Ashwood

1-May

Inked Rainbow Reads

Chris McHart

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DOWN virtual tour | Spotlight, Guest post, Excerpt & Giveaway {Riptide Publishing}

Seven thousand meters below the ocean’s surface, the crew of the BathyTech 3 mineral mining facility has found something remarkable: a rock-like sphere of unknown material and origin.

For Mo Rees, the discovery calls to his inner explorer and adds color to his dull miner’s life. Even better than the promise of new knowledge is the unexpected connection he forges with Dr. Armin Savage-Hall, leader of the team brought down to study the thing.

For Armin, the object is the find of a lifetime. It could prove his controversial theories and secure his scientific reputation. And Mo is a fascinating bonus.

Then crew members start behaving strangely. Worse, they start to change: their eyes glow purple, their teeth sharpen. Then the violence begins, the brutal deaths. As BathyTech descends deeper into chaos, the surviving crew works desperately to find the cause of the horrors around them. What they uncover could annihilate the human race. And they can’t stop it.

Grab your copy of Down from Riptide Publishing today!

Guest post with Author Ally Blue... 

Hi everyone, I’m Ally Blue and I’m here to talk about my latest novel, Down. Thanks so much to TTC Books and More for having me here today!

If y’all have been following my blog tour thus far, you’ll already know that unlike my previous books, Down isn’t a romance but a horror novel. Which is cool for me, since I’m a lifelong fan of horror. It was a different experience, for sure. Writing horror is not at all the same as writing romance. One thing that was the same, though, was the overall process. You’ve heard of plotters versus pantsters, right? Planning out the book versus just starting to type and seeing where you end up? I’ve always been mostly a plotter. I start out with a high-view outline to give me a path to follow, so I don’t end up writing myself into a corner. Then I use that outline as a framework to construct a fleshed-out story. That goes for horror as much as romance. And within that framework is where my inner pantster stretches her legs and starts throwing surprises at me.

Just like with every other book I’ve ever written, Down ended up veering off the path I’d planned for it. In fact, I think it probably went off-road more than my romance books ever did. For example: my original thought was to have the Big Bad be “mind weeds” that basically took over a person by replacing them—not their physical bodies, but their personality, even their thoughts—with its own. It was a pretty odd concept, really, and in the end it was too hard to get across in a way that I thought would resonate with readers and be truly scary. So the Big Bad became something more physical. Well. Kind of. You’ll have to read it to find out!

Even though I always go off track in all my books to varying degrees, there’s always some central idea, or theme, or something that remains the same throughout, from the initial idea-spark through the final published book. For Down, it was having the story take place at the bottom of the ocean, in the depths of a trench. The Peru-Chile Trench, in this case. The deep sea has always fascinated me, and setting my first horror novel at the bottom of a trench, cut off from sunlight and the world above, was what I wanted from the very beginning. The cold, the dark, and the isolation were perfect for the kind of story I wanted to tell.

This book was probably the hardest experience of my life as an author. But it was also one of the most rewarding, because I absolutely love the end result. I think Down is one of the best things I’ve ever written. I’m super proud of it. I hope everyone who reads it loves it like I do!

Thanks for hanging with me, everybody. Happy reading!

And thank you Ally for stopping by and sharing your new release with us today. 

Excerpt from Down... 

May 2137

BathyTech 3 deep-sea mineral mining pod

Bottom of the Peru–Chile Trench

Chapter One

Mo thought he knew the dark. He’d sought it out all his life. Made himself intimate with it. Explored cellars and caves and forgotten places where the sun didn’t penetrate and dead things decayed in the corners.

Then he’d gone down, and learned what darkness really meant.

Nothing blotted out the light quite like seven thousand meters of ocean.

The unrelieved blackness with its nightmare creatures called to the explorer in him. The part that wanted to uncover long-lost secrets and learn what no one else knew.

Which was why, when the scientists upside had asked the thirty-person crew of the BathyTech 3 deep-sea mineral mining rig to help find out what was pinging their mapping scans down in Richards Deep, Mo had volunteered to guide the science team into the deepest part of the Peru–Chile Trench to look for it.

His boss, Jemima, scowled when he told her. “I don’t want any of my miners skipping off on some stupid geek mission. I need every one of you on the vents.”

“It’s one shift. You’ll hardly even miss me.” He answered her death glare with a grin. “C’mon, Jem, don’t be like that. Think of it as a political move.”

Jem rolled her eyes, and Mo stifled a snicker. Pod 3 was the first of the BathyTech mining rigs to incorporate scientific research into its operation. To say that the scientists and the miners didn’t always get along would be a gross understatement.

“Fine. But for the love of Pete, ask me before you volunteer for this shit next time.” Jem pushed herself out of her chair and crossed to the refrigerator on the other side of the miner’s lounge. She opened it and pulled out a pouch. “Beer?”

He held out his hands. “Lay it on me, Big Mama.”

That earned him a sour look. She couldn’t weigh more than forty-five kilos soaking wet, and the top of her head only reached Mo’s armpit. The nickname irritated the crap out of her. She tossed him the beer anyway, then dug another one out of the fridge for herself. Mo tore the tab off the top to activate the polymers, marveling for the umpteenth time at the transformation from a soft-sided pouch to a solid bottle that felt exactly like real glass. He always got a kick out of breaking the empty bottle and watching it change back into a flexible pocket. It reminded him of entropy, decay, and dissolution.

She plopped into the chair, tore open her pouch, and took a long swallow the second it solidified. “So when’s this geek crew comin’ down?”

“Tomorrow. Early.” Mo gulped beer, savoring the tingle of bubbles on his tongue. “They’re sending an outside team instead of BathyTech scientists.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Yeah?”

“Yep.”

“How come?” She scratched her chin. “In fact, how come our guys couldn’t go get whatever the hell this thing is?”

“They tried. I heard they sent Rover out, but it wouldn’t pick up the thing. Acted like it wasn’t even there.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.” He took another swallow of his drink. Licked his lips. Did it again because he knew damn well she was dying for more details and he was having way too much fun not giving her any. “Mmm. Good beer.”

She shot him a tight smile. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yep.” He raised his bottle to her.

She flipped him off.

** Read the entire excerpt or learn more about this book and this author through the 'Down' page over at Riptide Publishing! 

Ally Blue is acknowledged by the world at large (or at least by her heroes, who tend to suffer a lot) as the Popess of Gay Angst.

She has a great big suggestively-shaped hat and rides in a bullet-proof Plexiglas bubble in Christmas parades. Her harem of manwhores does double duty as bodyguards and inspirational entertainment. Her favorite band is Radiohead, her favorite color is lime green and her favorite way to waste a perfectly good Saturday is to watch all three extended version LOTR movies in a row.

Her ultimate dream is to one day ditch the evil day job and support the family on manlove alone. She is not a hippie or a brain surgeon, no matter what her kids’ friends say.

Connect with Ally:

·Website: allyblue.com

·Twitter: @PopessAllyBlue

·Tumblr: therealallyblue.tumblr.com

·Facebook fan page: facebook.com/pages/Ally-Blue/98548113963

·Facebook profile page: facebook.com/AllyBlue.author

·Group blog: fictionwithfriction.com

·Goodreads: goodreads.com/PopessAllyBlue

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Flavor of the Week Release day Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway {Romance Addict book blog}

Attorney, Raven Gould, is tired of defending scumbags and fending off the advances of her boss. So she decides to quit her high-powered career and take a job at a popular ice cream parlor. Her aunt is alarmed at Raven’s decision and secretly convinces psychologist, Lucas Lusk, to check out her niece’s mental state.

Reluctantly, Lucas agrees. But after meeting the dusky beauty, he realizes he wants to do a lot more than check out her mental state. The problem is, Raven has a thing against psychologists and if she discovers why he keeps running into her—seemingly accidentally—she’ll never give him the time of day.

Raven soon finds herself intrigued by the tall, quietly sexy doctor, completely unaware of his relentless pursuit, or his determination to have her at all costs. And when a dangerous enemy from Lucas’ past wreaks havoc on his career, Raven must choose between guarding her heart or standing by the man she thinks betrayed her trust.

Changing the subject, Raven said, “I want to thank you again for taking me to the theater tonight. Our seats were practically on stage. I felt as if I was part of the show.”

“I’m glad you had a good time and that the show lived up to its reviews,” Lucas said before sipping his Manhattan. “I really enjoyed the show, too.”

“Music is so powerful. It has a way of bringing people together. I came away with the feeling that we should hold fast to our dreams. That made me think of your mother and her fierce desire to live in the United States, no matter what.”

“I thought of her, too. You would’ve definitely liked her.”

Raven sipped her drink and dabbed at her lips with her napkin. “I’m certain I would have. Is your father still alive?”

“No. He died several years before my mother. Heart attack.” Lucas looked away a moment.

Raven touched his hand gently. He turned back toward her. “I’m so sorry.”

“At least my brother Michael and I had them both around while I was growing up.”

“Okay. Official change of subject to a happier topic,” Raven declared sensing his melancholy.

“Like what?” Lucas asked.

“Like I’d love to pick up the cast recording of the show,” Raven said.

“Here you go,” Lucas said, removing a CD from a pocket in his coat.

Raven’s eyes widened. “When on earth did you get that?” 

“During intermission while you went to the ladies room.”

“Don’t you mean when I got on that mile-long relief line?”

Chuckling, Lucas said, “Yes, then.”

“I can’t believe this. How did you know? Thank you ever so much! You’re so thoughtful!”

“I know,” Lucas replied.

“And so very humble, as well.”

“Now, now, be nice. By the way, do you piss off Santa, too?”

Raven laughed until tears filled her eyes. When they cleared, she said, “Sorry my sarcastic side sometimes overpowers everything else.”

“We’ll listen to it together,” Lucas suggested.

“Fabulous idea. I second it.”

They finished their drinks and enjoyed another round. There seemed to be no limit to their conversation until a band consisting of a pianist, drummer and guitar player began to play a lively rendition of All You Need is Love.

“I had no idea this place had a band,” Lucas admitted.

“And they’re quite good.”

“I know you love music, but how do you feel about dancing?” Lucas asked. A big grin occupied most of his face.

“Would love to!”

The song ended and the band started to play Unchained Melody. Lucas reached across the table for Raven’s hand and led her to a small area where several other couples were dancing. Raven slipped into Lucas’s arms. His closeness was so male, so bracing and she soaked in his unique scent. A familiar shiver of awareness rippled through her, as if emerging from a long sleep. Her heart hammered in her chest foolishly.

Was this an indication that Lucas had already breached her defenses? Had she already cast her fate to the wind? It would certainly appear so. Especially since the thought of being alone with him—skin touching skin—was suddenly crowding her mind and allowing no other thoughts to enter. The sensations Raven now felt were not the usual ones she’d have whenever she desired to have sex with some guy she was attracted to. These feelings were similar to those she once had when she thought she was in love with Gordon White. That made sense, she reasoned. It definitely wasn’t casual sex she now desired to have with Lucas. No, not in the least. She wanted to make slow, sweet love with him—again and again.

Lucas nuzzled her neck. Oh, yeah. She wanted him all right. And if that hard object pressing into her thigh was what she thought it was, the feeling was quite mutual.

The band launched into their rendition of I Will Always Love You, and Raven continued to enjoy his closeness as she casually slipped her arms around his neck. She gave into the desire to run her fingers through the back of his hair. In response he kissed her neck sending a fresh sensual thrill straight to her sex. Raven moved closer continuing to soak up that uniqueness of him that was making her heady. The urge to run her hands up and down his body under his clothing was nearly overwhelming. Her logical mind was running scenarios of them having sex.  Some were so hot she thought the circuits in her brain would overheat. She hadn’t felt so sexually charged in ages and began to fear what might happen if she didn’t sleep with him.

When the song ended, the band played a rendition of She’s a Maniac, before taking a well-earned break.

Lucas led Raven back to their table and got them another round of drinks.

Raven took a sip of her drink. “You seem to know your way around a dance floor.” 

“My mother and father loved to dance. I guess I caught on watching them.”

“Well you obviously paid close attention.”

He grinned at her impishly. “Most girls liked boys who knew how to dance. And I liked girls.”

“Good to know. Perhaps after we leave here tonight we can listen to the CD from the show. ” Raven hoped he’d take the hint.

“It should sound wonderful on my Bose system,” Lucas said.

Raven’s heart fluttered as she began to anticipate what was going to happen.

After they finished their drinks, Lucas said,” if you’d like another drink, Raven, that’s fine. As for me, if I have another, we’ll have to take other transportation home.”

“No. I’m fine. In fact, I feel great!” She attempted to rise to prove her point, but never quite got to her feet. Gravity won the battle and she sat back down.

Lucas stifled a chuckle. “You seem to have gotten a real buzz on. Perhaps, I should get you home.”

“Nope. The night is still young. And the last time I checked, so are we... Or is it the other way around? Who cares? We’re in the greatest city in the world and should enjoy ourselves,” Raven said, as she nearly slid off her chair.

“Okay, happy girl, let’s go,” Lucas said as he came around to help Raven into her coat. He bent to kiss her tender neck. She made a purring sound of contentment.

They walked the short distance to his car and he helped her inside. As he drove out of the lot, he glanced at Raven. Her eyes were closed, but there was a smile on her face. It looked like she was just resting her eyes a moment, but by the time they were back on the expressway, the sound of her soft snores filled the car nearly making Lucas laugh. He fought valiantly to stifle them, not wanting to embarrass her. It wasn’t exactly the way he imagined the end of the date would go, but shit happens as they say.

Raven woke up when Lucas cut the engine in front of her house. Disoriented a moment, she asked, “Where are we?”

Lucas smiled at her. Her cheeks were flushed with sleep making her look adorable like a little girl. “At your place.”

“I thought we were heading to yours to listen to the CD?”

“That was the original plan.”

“Uh-oh,” she said quietly.  Was I asleep?”

“Yup. You slept all the way home.”

“You’re kidding. Please say you’re kidding. I’m so embarrassed. That never—

I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re adorable when you sleep,” Lucas said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Raven rolled her eyes. “That won’t happen again. I promise.”

“You know we can keep doing this until we get a perfect,” he said. “Same time, next Saturday?”

A yawn snuck past Raven’s defenses and she apologized quickly, but not before Lucas chuckled. “I’d better get you inside while you’re still awake.” He leaned over the console and opened her seatbelt. Then he got out, walked around the car, and opened her door.

Smiling down at her, he asked, “Would you like me to carry you to the door?”

“Heavens no! What would my aunt think?”

“That I wore you out of course,” he said, offering his hand.

Raven took it to steady herself a moment before they walked to the door together. She had removed the keys from her purse and Lucas took them to unlock the door. Then he encircled her in his arms, drawing her closer to him. He kissed her gently. “Shall I pick you up at seven next Saturday?”

She nodded and placed her arms around his neck. “I’m truly sorry about tonight. I’ve never fallen asleep on a date before.” Her lips covered his, intending to be a sweet good night kiss. But instead of parting, their lips were pulled together like electromagnets coming together in an attraction of savage harmony. Both had totally forgotten that her aunt might be up and about. They were too engrossed with each other to think of anything else but kissing and touching one another.

Raven’s back was against the door as Lucas leaned into her, first devouring her mouth and then her neck. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling his face close to hers. Their lips came together again in a fury, their tongues meeting in a tangled heap while they breathed as one.

Closer still, Raven rubbed against his straining cock. A soft moan escaped her lips. Lucas cupped her breast through her silk dress as he planted hurried kisses down her neck. His other hand inched up her dress toward her drenched panties.

Whether she’s writing a short story or novel, Candy Caine will make her interracial romances hot and spicy. Always striving to entertain her readers, Candy tries to breathe life into her characters, making life often interesting for her husband, Robert back in their home on Long Island, NY. And both are trying to teach their fifteen-year old yellow Lab, Sammy, new tricks. 

Candy loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at candy@candycaine.com.

Visit her website at www.candycaine.com.

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Secret by Kindle Alexander Cover Reveal & Giveaway {Enticing Journey book promotions}

Title: Secret

Author: Kindle Alexander

Genre: M/M Romance

Release Date: Summer 2015

Tristan Wilder, self-made millionaire and devastatingly handsome CEO of Wilder-Nation is on the verge of a very lucrative buyout. With tough negotiations ahead, he's armed with his acquisition pitch, ready to launch the deal of a lifetime. There’s just one glitch. The last thing he expects is to fall for the hot business owner he's trying to sway.

Dylan Reeves, computer science engineer and founder of the very successful social media site, Secret, is faced with a life-altering decision. A devoted family man with three kids and a wife, Dylan has been living a secret for years. Fiercely loyal to his convictions, his boundaries blur after meeting the striking owner of the corporation interested in acquiring his company. For the first time in his life, reckless desire consumes him when the gorgeous computer mogul makes an offer he can't refuse.

After a few minutes of staring at Dylan, who hadn’t looked his way since he entered the conference room, Tristan cleared his throat, stopping the flow of the presentation. “Can you all give me a few minutes alone with Mr. Reeves?”

He could feel every eye turned his way. Dylan was slower to respond. He’d been reading from the contract and lifted his head, business clearly on his mind. But the minute their gazes met, Tristan got why Dylan had avoided eye contact. His gaze held a mixture of both heat and need. Sparks flew between the two of them and Tristan smiled.

“You heard him,” Landry said and began shooing everyone out. As the last person left, Landry came to the center of the table, standing between the two of them. He clearly thought Tristan’s request hadn’t included him.

“Landry, I need a private discussion with Mr. Reeves,” Tristan said, rising from his seat at the end of the table. Landry came immediately to him, standing in front of him, blocking Dylan from seeing or hearing anything he said.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Landry whispered so quietly Tristan barely heard him. “We almost have them, I can see it.”

Tristan cut his eyes over to Landry’s and motioned with his head for him to move along out the door with everyone else. Landry’s brow furrowed and he started to shake his head. Tristan stared at him with intense attitude until he finally left the room. Tristan had no doubt he’d stand right outside that door. There wasn’t too much of Wilder, Inc. that Landry wasn’t included in, and he certainly wouldn’t like being put out of a meeting he’d orchestrated. Tristan moved to a chair directly beside Dylan who hadn’t uttered a single word since his request for privacy.

“You look nice today,” Tristan said quietly, smiling as Dylan’s cheeks grew red.

“Is that why you made everyone leave?”

“No, of course not. I could have just told you later, but that whole look’s perfect on you. The hair’s hot. Pinstripes fit your frame remarkably well. You look taller, more intimidating. Great look for negotiations or the cover of GQ. You could do both.” Tristan scooted closer. “Did you get my flowers?” he asked even quieter.

“I did. Thank you, but that was a risky move,” Dylan said, clearly ignoring the compliment.

“I wrote and sealed the card myself. What did you do with the flowers?” Tristan leaned forward, then moved in a little more, smelling Dylan’s cologne. That had Dylan pushing back in his chair.

“I gave them to the concierge that helped me this morning,” Dylan answered and then backtracked. “I didn’t think I’d be in my room very much and didn’t want them to go to waste.”

“I figured you’d do something like that. It’s why I picked those colors. So that means you’re coming with me tonight?” Tristan asked, his eyes still focused directly on Dylan’s.

“We’ll see how things go today. I’m not sure about all this. You lowballed me and I was just reading about the staffing…” Dylan started, but Tristan lifted a hand to Dylan’s lips to stop his words. He let his fingers linger as he spoke.

“I don’t want to talk business yet. I honestly was only informed of the changes to personnel when I walked in today. From this point forward, you and I will decide how this sale goes, no one else, but before we do, I want to put personal before business because they are two separate entities between us. Will you please go with me tonight? I need to cancel some things if you’re not coming,” Tristan added at Dylan’s skeptical look.  

Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!

I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!

Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.

Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com

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