Saturday, October 29, 2016

Duce

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Title: Duce
Series: Worlds' End #1
Author: Kai Tyler
Genre: MM Romantic Thriller
Published: October 17, 2015
Parties and orgies... those are the things Carlos Carmichael wants to do. It's the only way he knows to deal with his life as the son of a notorious cartel boss. He'll get whatever he wants by any means necessary.

Until he tangles with a man who plays by totally different rules.

Dante Orsino has been raised in the old ways of honor, loyalty and respect of the business. His role as mafia underboss is more than just a job. It also makes him an heir to one of the biggest families in the Southern Territories.

When Carlos meets Dante and plays a silly game, their weekend tryst sparks a deadly cartel war.

For Dante there's no other life except—the life. And he wants Carlos in his. But in the New World, a gay man is a dead man. Can he find a way to keep everything he loves and stay alive?

In a new world gone mad, even the good guys are bad. Welcome to the World's End series.

Copyright 2015 Kai Tyler

At the bar, I ordered brandy, swallowed a sip, and then took the curved stairs up to the VIP area. Men sat on dark leather sofas arranged so they overlooked the main jam-packed club area below. I found a single-seater armchair in the corner of the lounge to perch on, my back to the wall.
I never liked sitting in a room with my back exposed. I preferred to see trouble before it found me. Problems were never far away, vacation or not.
From here, I watched male dancers in nothing but jockstraps on raised, caged platforms dotted around the club, sweat and glitter making their toned bodies glisten.
After tossing back the shot, I caught the eye of a young waiter who sauntered over and took my refill order. Waiting for the drink, I took my time to survey the other people in the lounge. A group of three thirty-something-year-old men sat in the section next to mine. Two of them looked like a couple by the way they touched each other.
The third met my gaze and flashed a set of white teeth as he smiled. Arching his brow and lifting his hand, he enquired if he could come over. He was good-looking with dark- brown hair and a well-built body under the t-shirt. Even his trousers seemed to hide a reasonably-sized shaft.
I tried to picture holding the man down, kicking out his legs and taking him over the table. My cock gave an unenthusiastic twitch. I was still too tense to entertain company. With an almost imperceptible shake of my head, I dissuaded him from getting up. The man shrugged and tipped his drink in salute.
The waiter brought my refill. I took a sip and relaxed into the leather chair, welcoming the gentle alcoholic haze in my mind that stripped away my agitation. My gaze trawled, exploring every male form in sight.
Another group of men sat a few sofas away. These were younger than me, too fresh-faced to be nothing more than just barely legal. Boisterous, they talked and laughed in loud voices, drawing attention.
I spotted him and my world skewed.
The boy—he appeared more boy than man—was whispering something to the person sitting next to him, when his blond lashes lifted in a slow, teasing manner.
My heart stopped and my skin prickled. If I wasn’t usually cool under duress, I would’ve been drooling.
The lad was what? Twenty? Twenty-one? Cute as hell in a smart mint-green polo shirt and navy trousers made of expensive shiny fabric that clung to a lean body. He came across as prep-school material and looked young enough to still be in college. Face like a fucking angel, dirty blond hair that flopped over his face, and pink lips that pouted in the way fashion models did.
I had no problem picturing the gioventù on his knees, that mouth stretched around my girth.
As he rose from the sofa, his dark and huge eyes shone with mischief. One of his friends laughed and lowered his head toward the low table, a rolled note in his right hand.
Columns of white powder lined the glass-topped surface and the man leaned over, sniffing half of the line before he straightened and repeated the action with the other nostril. Finally, he tilted his head back, pinching his nose.
My lip curled down, my jaw tightened, and I averted my gaze. The drug remained illegal, but just like homosexuality, it was freely available in Exilado for the right price.
I shouldn’t begrudge the young men their vices any more than I should condemn myself for having sex with other men. Still, I couldn’t help the weight of disappointment that settled on my shoulders. I’d seen the damage addictive drugs could wreck on perfectly normal lives. I’d taken an oath to keep the toxic substances out of Vincenzo territories. San Torino wasn’t my turf and there was nothing I could do other than ignore the young men snorting the white powder.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Blond boy had ambled over and stood only inches away, his lips curled in a ten kilo-watt smile.
My gaze held captivating eyes of dark green. For a moment, I forgot my disgust at what I’d just seen the gioventù’s friend do and simply admired the specimen before me. The flawless skin, the perfect nose, and the slender body of a person on the cusp of manhood made me increasingly aware of my own increasing heart beat.
Damn. He was beautiful. I didn’t think I’d ever described another man with such a word, which reminded me exactly why the lad wasn’t my type. I liked them tougher than he looked. Not delicate. Not someone I had to worry about breaking.
"I've got a drink." I gave a gruff reply and lifted my glass to my lips but I might as well have been drinking water as all my senses honed in on the person in front of me.
Undeterred, the boy lowered his body in the chair opposite and extended his hand. "I'm Carl. It’s a pleasure to meet you."
I stared at the manicured, slender fingers that didn't look as if they'd seen a day's labour, reinforcing the feeling Carl wasn't for me. It didn't stop me from picturing them stroking my skin as my cock sprang to life.
"I didn't invite you to join me." My tone remained cool, in contrast to the heat riding my blood.
"You didn't."
"I'm not interested."
"I bet I could make you interested." Carl leaned across and settled his hand on my thigh.

Kai loves writing stories about forbidden men and relentless love, about gangsters with heart, antiheroes who do what they need to do to survive in a crazy world. These men commit to the lives they lead 100%—with heart, body and soul and when they fall in love you can be sure they bring the same level of passionate devotion to the people they love.

Kai's debut dystopian MM romance novel, Duce, was an All Romance eBooks Top 50 Bestseller when it came out in 2015. Visit www.kaityler.com to connect with Kai.
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Do Not Disturbe

The perfect job, a dream guy, and one chance to screw it up...
 Title: Do Not Disturb
Author: Mary Billiter
Series: Resort Romances #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 15th, 2106
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When a luxury beachfront hotel in the OC conducts a mass hire, Katie Flanagan’s ninth in line. 

Is it her dream job? Possibly. 

Will it help her escape living with her parents for the rest of her life? Hopefully. 

Add in two hot new hires: one who is her type in all the wrong ways and one who has her questioning what she really wants and needs. Either way, she has a choice to make. 

When Katie discovers a secret document aimed at downsizing the staff, she finds her voice and pens a press release that places the hotel, and her, at the center of national coverage. When the corporate line is drawn in the sand, the question becomes – will she cross it? 

Havoc, heat, and hotel madness… welcome to the back hallways at the Waterfront Point Resort.
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1.     Tell us a bit about yourself.
2.     What inspired you to write your first book?

I’m going to tie two questions into one! So you’ll know a little bit about me and who inspired me to write my first book.

As the daughter of a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist my father greatly influenced my writing. His influence on my craft happened around the dinner table.

Every night he would come home in his suit, tie and black Fedora – this was an era when everyone dressed like Don Draper from “Mad Men” only my father looked more like Charlie Brown. Still even with his round head and little ball of hair on top, when he arrived home from the newspaper everyone in my family had the same reaction – excitement.

During suppertime he would tell us stories from his day – who he interviewed, where he went, and what he saw. My father was the voice for the common man and often his human interest stories were about their struggles.

He painted a picture with his words that captivated me. I wanted to meet these people and know first-hand their hardships because I felt like I knew them.

I earned my Bachelor of Arts in journalism and as a 29 year career journalist my foothold in the newspaper industry has been as a weekly columnist.

It wasn’t what I intended, but when an editor needed someone to fill the slot for the opinion page I found that I could use my voice for those who didn't have one – victims of the domestic violence, sexual abuse survivors and most recently through my own diagnosis, breast cancer survivors.

As a novelist, I have published works that unearth varying emotions for my readers due to the back story within the novel. My debut novel, “Not My Kid…” addressed the long-term effects of domestic violence on a family.

More often, my work centers around two characters like Katie Flanagan and Chris Bogart whose attraction to each other starts slowly and builds as humour, havoc and heat intertwine through their story.

In any romantic relationship it's that build-up that provides the greatest return. The friction between Katie and Chris heightens throughout the story for the maximum pay-off.

However whether I'm writing for the newspaper, a short story or a romance novel, the essence of good writing is painting a visual picture for the reader through setting, dialogue and character.

Ultimately, I imagine how I would tell a story around the dinner table. How can I keep my audience engaged? And if I can do it half as well as my father then I'm off to a good start.

3.  How did you come up with the title of your book?

I absolutely love the title of this book, “Do Not Disturb” and I'll tell you why.

I’ve worked at two different five diamond resorts and one of the first things I learned was the importance of “Do Not Disturb.” Or in the hotel lingo a “DND”. If a guest has a DND on their hotel door or activated on their phone, no matter the peril – you do not disturb.

This applies to everyone employed in the hotel - from the line staff to the executives.

I always thought it would be a great title for a hotel romance. And in my resort romance, “Do Not Disturb” I utilized the DND for some covert behind the scenes business. Intrigued?

Good! Because the title may also apply to readers because they will be so absorbed by the story that they, too, don't want to be disturbed!! Enjoy!!

4. Describe your main character in five words.

Smart
Moxie (with a wardrobe to match)
Funny
Sexy (in a girl next-door kind of way)
And fiercely loyal

5. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in writing your new release?

When Katie makes a decision that could conclude at the cost of her job. Her response surprised me.

“If I lose my job,” I (she) shrugged, “I’ll land on my feet. I always do.”

At that moment, I knew the mettle this character was made from. She’s determined, resilient, and a voice championing for the underdog.

Katie has been as real to me as someone I would befriend but it was her inner strength I learned from writing her story.

I appreciate it when people in my life go beneath the surface to show me who they really are and Katie did that for me.

6. Have you ever done anything strange or weird in the name of research?

Have I ever! In my romantic suspense, “The XYZ Affair” I knew that the mystery would center on a cold case. But when you happen upon a collection of decades-old bones, what do you do?

I met with Casper, Wyoming’s coroner who became a wonderful contact. She arranged for me to drive with one of her assistants to Loveland Colorado where people, who had died of unknown causes in the central part of our state, autopsied.

I woke early and met with her assistant who drove the “meat wagon,” newspaper jargon for the coroner's truck loaded with a fresh cadaver. I wish I were joking.

The only part that creeped me out was the highway travel transporting a dead body. I kept wanting to turn and look at her over my shoulder and talk. I felt badly for her unknown loss of life and in nervous situations I talk too much. Thankfully I didn’t speak to the dead woman.

In Loveland, I stood through two autopsies, took notes, and never threw up – even after they cut into her to perform autopsy where they remove vital organs to weigh them. My knees didn’t buckle and I ate lunch afterward. True story.

It was fascinating and my 8+ hours of research culminated in one paragraph in “The XYZ Affair” that rings true to the process. That’s why I do research so that anyone who picks up my book will know that the business end of murder, as was the case in “The XYZ Affair” is accurate.

The same holds true for “Do Not Disturb” – my past work experience, combined with spit-balling ideas with current hotel employees, allowed me to write a fun, fictional and realistic story set behind the scenes of a luxury resort.

7. How long does it take you to write a book?

Often times I seem to produce a book in six weeks because that was the time allotted between semesters in graduate school.

As a career journalist, I work well under tight deadlines.

Also, I'm a big fan of what I learned from volunteering in my son’s third grade class and that’s “sloppy copy.” Sloppy copy is putting the words on the page to get the story out. It could be called your “zero draft” or “first draft” – whatever you call it, it’s the freedom to be messy and fine-tune things later.

8. Can you share a little of your current work with us?

I am so excited about book two in my resort romance! It’s set on the Oregon Coast replete with a lighthouse, identical twins and the young single mom one of them falls for.

Lighthouse are beacons to keep ships out to trouble. But an overnight assignment to maintain the light at one of Oregon’s oldest lighthouses, places Kelsey McCann in unfamiliar water. When hotel heir Oliver Carlyle shows up at midnight to help Kelsey keep the light, the sparks that ignite beacons each of them to discover what the heart holds.

9. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?

Pretty much do not disturb! Seriously my kids and husband know that if the door to my bedroom is closed – mom is writing and unless there is a fire…Do Not Disturb!

10. Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
  
Thank you. I would not be where I'm at and able to write the stories I have in my heart if it wasn’t for myriad readers who choose to download or buy my book to read. Thank you. I am genuinely honored and humbled to be able to write.


Random Questions:

1.What’s in your fridge right now?

Homemade, from scratch, refried beans – that are in a word: amazing. A gallon of milk, a block of Oregon-made Tillamook cheese, apples, lettuce and Italian sausage that were grilled over an open flame for a delectable flavor. Yum. Let’s eat.

2.What song do you sing at the top of your voice every time you hear it?

“Beauty and the Beat” by Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj.
Yeah, I'm owning it.

3. Other than writing, what special or unusual talent(s) do you have?

Nothing that I can write and have my children read.

4. Where did you last go on holiday?

Deadwood South Dakota baby during Sturgis…vroom vroom!

5. If feral aliens attacked your house and they were zapping your home with their Über super bombs, what five items would you save?

Okay, besides my children and husband, which alone equals five? That’s easy…my driver’s license. Not only because it’s one of the few flattering photos of me, but also I don’t want to have to go through the hell of replacing it at the DMV, (which may actually be run by feral aliens).

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Mary Billiter is a weekly newspaper columnist and fiction author. She also has novels published under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.”

Mary resides in the Cowboy State with her unabashedly bald husband, their combined children, and runaway dog. She does her best writing (in her head) on her daily runs in wild, romantic, beautiful Wyoming.
http://www.hottreepublishing.com/going-south

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Friday, October 28, 2016

Trapped

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Title: Trapped
Author: Amanda Lance
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 28
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On the way to investigate a fugitive sighting, 21-year-old news intern Aubrey Kent is injured when an unexpected storm destroys the newscopter—along with the rest of the crew. Now, stranded in the Canadian wilderness and on the brink of death, Aubrey is rescued by a handsome stranger whose cold disposition is as frightening as the remote cabin in which he lives.

With no way to reach civilization before spring, Aubrey becomes Jack Gordon’s unwanted roommate. Her hope for rescue is much more desperate when she sees his hostile attitude and violent behavior. Aubrey and Jack wait out the winter, they grow closer—their delicate friendship blooming into feelings neither of them could have anticipated. But the weather and the wolves aren’t the only dangers in the mountains. As Aubrey uncovers the reason for Jack’s self-imposed isolation, she realizes she’s closer to the story than she imagined—a story that might cost her life.

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Amanda
A native of New Jersey and lifelong nerd, Amanda Lance completed her Master in Liberal Arts at Thomas Edison State College after her BA in English Literature and AFA in creative writing.
She currently resides in Easton Pennsylvania with her boyfriend and their spoiled dogs. She is a cliché booknerd who is terrible at math, clinically obsessive, and prone to addictive behavior. She may or may not be a recluse.


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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Rockin' Rhythm


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Warning: For those 18 and over only. May not be suitable for all readers.

Ash Taylor lives life without making deep connections with anything other than his brothers and his bass. His past has jaded him to love and makes him fear getting too close. Then Michelle walks into his life. Every night, she invades his dreams and stars in his fantasies. She makes him question himself and his ways. However, he is sure she could never date someone like him. So much so, that he convinces himself that she is married.

Michelle Reynolds has been jilted so badly, that she doesn’t want to date again. Her friend Beth tries to encourage her, but all of her relationships end badly or don’t last. She is sick of disappointment. When Ash comes into her life, she feels an immediate spark. He makes her feel special without effort. His big heart and deep voice mesmerize her. As soon as she finds out he is a rock star, her hopes are crushed. In her eyes, it could never work because musicians are not faithful, and she is not good enough for him.

Can these two polar opposites find a way to make a relationship work? Will all that dating a rock star entails break them or bring them closer? Find out in the first book of the Velocity series.
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ISBN-10: 1537670999
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Bella Jeanisse lives for rock music. Addicted to concerts, Avenged Sevenfold, fictional rockers, and blasting music in the car, she can’t get enough. After her father turned her on to Queen, there was no going back. Of course, it didn’t stop there. Playing guitar became a pastime, which didn’t turn into a career… until she started to pen her fantasies and publish them.

Originally from Brooklyn, New York City, she grew up with access to clubs like L’Amour and CBGBs, hung out in Greenwich Village, as well as had plenty of friends in bands. No wonder rockers stayed on her mind. Bringing her ideas to life was a long time coming.

She is now living near Tampa, FL with 3 kids and 2 grandkids, as a single mom. Her family supports her writing even when it seems to take up more time than they feel is necessary. Can’t stop the muse, ya know!

Besides erotic rock star romances, Bella also writes about wild bikers, hot college men and more.



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