THE DARKEST SUNRISE by Aly Martinez Blog Tour Review

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Welcome to our blog tour stop for The Darkest Sunrise by Aly Martinez. It is the first book in a contemporary romance duet, and is it available to read for FREE on KindleUnlimited.

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The Darkest Sunrise (The Darkest Sunrise Duet, #1)

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Synopsis:

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Whoever coined that phrase is a bald-faced liar. Words are often the sharpest weapon of all, triggering some of the most powerful emotions a human can experience. “You’re pregnant.” “It’s a boy.” “Your son needs a heart transplant.” Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Lies. Syllables and letters may not be tangible, but they can still destroy your entire life faster than a bullet from a gun. Two words—that was all it took to extinguish the sun from my sky. “He’s gone.” For ten years, the darkness consumed me. In the end, it was four deep, gravelly words that gave me hope of another sunrise. “Hi. I’m Porter Reese.”
   
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The Brightest Sunset (The Darkest Sunrise Duet, #2)

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:


Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four young children. Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person. She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.
   
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Review

The Darkest Sunrise (The Darkest Sunrise, #1)The Darkest Sunrise by Aly Martinez
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is an emotional read, especially for a parent. Both of the leads are parents and have been through hell. They sense the pain in each other that only another who has felt this pain can understand. Trying to love again with so many potential blocks is difficult. The author does a good job of showing life after tragedy and how it effects everyone differently. Even if you have nothing in common with the characters, you can relate to them. The Darkest Sunrise is part of a duet so don’t expect to have all problems resolved at its end.
I enjoy a read that makes me feel. TDS definitely delivered. I can’t wait to dive into The Brightest Sunset.


***copy given in exchange for an honest review***

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Lusting for Lei by A.J. Wright Tour

Title: Lusting for Lei
Author: A.J. Wright
Genre: LGBT erotic romance

SLAVE TO A SLAVE’S LOVE


Deep in France, is Louis a young, handsome prince who will soon be crowned as king and is Engaged to Penelope, who is the daughter of a Duke and a beauty herself. With both parents dead and gone, Louis has isolated his feelings and hates the idea of being king because he believes he won’t have the time to help people. His feelings are awaken, when he meets Lei. A Korean male who was fleeing the war in his own country with his wife and young son. Lei and his wife, Chun was stealing from the castle in order to feed there son and now are sentence to be slaves to Louis. Louis opens his heart up to the family and soon him and Lei develop a friendship. When friendship becomes a passionate love between two people who are star-cross lovers problems arise. Lei feels guilt for betraying his family and Louis feels pressure from his crown and Penelope. Both have to choose between there love or a life without each other. Will love be there regret? 


Excerpt

As he broke down in a sob. He sobs in my lap as I held his warm, nude body that was on the floor. “I hate that I love you so much.” Lei told me as he cried. After he calmed down I did kiss him good-bye and he went to his quarters. I used the bathroom and I cleaned up myself and then I went back to my side of the castle to retire for the night.  My ache for him was sedated for now, but when I went to my chambers that night and I laid down beside Penelope I started to think about what I needed to do. Even though I didn’t love Penelope it didn’t suggest that I don’t at least respect her. I needed to think about Lei and my love for him.   I needed to call of the engagement. Lei may never want me or be with me because he was married and he had a child and I know even though he loved me he still loved them. I couldn’t ask Lei to leave them for me because it wasn’t right, but making Penelope believe that I love her when I don’t is wrong and I could not continue with these lies.   After a few days, Lei was preparing my bath. The castle was empty and quiet that night. I laid in the hot water and Lei was desperately trying to avoid my gaze.
“Lei come here.” I told him.
“No, My Lord.” He said in a defiant tone as he continue to tidy up the bathroom. “Lei, what have I have done wrong?” “Not tonight Louis. Please.” “Just this once, while the castle is quiet.” “Do not try and trick me.” “I am not tricking you. I know you still want me that is why you are shaking right now. Your wife won’t know a thing. Just this one time. For old times’ sake.” “No! It doesn’t end with you.” “Love never ends Lei. It is everlasting. I beg of you just once to do what you feel and not what you think is right.”
Lei got undress and joined me in the tub. I kissed him gently. He was hesitant and unsure, but he allowed me to penetrated him while he was on top of me.
“You can’t keep making me do this-uuuhhh ahhh.” Lei was trying to whisper in my ear, but as I started to thrust in him and gently nibble on his ears he just couldn’t help himself. My ears were filled with his sweet moans again.


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Author Bio
I am 26 years old now, but I feel like I have a writer’s soul. It feels like I have been writing for ages now. Coming up with an idea for a story it is the easiest part. The hardest part is finishing it, especially if you end up getting stuck along the way. Writing and reading has always been my passion. Ever since I was a little girl I have always had trouble dealing with my emotions. I get very emotional. Most of the times I have problems dealing with my anger and sadness.
In my young years, I never had a father. I was the fifth child of six kids that my mom had, but I only grew up with my little sister. All of my other sisters and  brother and relatives come and live in an Island, called “Jamaica” Out of all my sisters and brother I was the only one without a father. I ask about him alot and I think that is what I had trouble dealing with.
Girls needs there father. They need that male guidance and support. My mother didn’t believe that and as a result I became sad alot. My mother disappointed me a lot when I was younger. She would always make promises she couldn’t keep and I remember my uncle telling me ‘when I become older, I have to learn to deal with disappointment’ That was hard for me to accept as a child. I thought why should I accept something that makes me sad? It made no sense to me and that is when I started writing about it. As a child, I always had these different scenarios in my head. I loved everything about love and romance. I would write love stories, but I wrote mostly about my feelings.
Trouble was back then being a kid, my stories would get destroyed because papers would get thrown away or rip. Plus, I was never serious about being an author. My first dream job was to be an actress surprisingly. I first became serious about writing when I was 19 years old. I finished my first manuscript at that age. When I was younger I would always start stories, but never finish them.
I never went to college for writing neither. I graduated high school with honors and I went to college because I was going to take nursing courses to be a registered nurse. Problem was back then everyone wanted to be a nurse because the economy was bad and the only jobs were in the medical field. It didn’t help that it became a number one highing paying job either.
I hated that. I always strive to be unique and different from everyone because I don’t believe being the same as everyone else. Long story, short college didn’t work out. I did went, but I quickly lost my motivation, because for one, I wasn’t going there for me. I only agreed to go to college to make my mother proud. I didn’t have a job and my mom couldn’t afford to send me to college everyday and still pay the bills. Two, I wasn’t happy with my living situation. My mother and lived in a tiny room in a basement. We had to share a queen size bed and men were a very big problem for me back then. So I went to college for three months and then stop going. I have regrets. If I could do it all over again I would have went to college for me. I would have took up creative writing or been a social worker. Instead I ran myself in debt before I even had a credit card and destroyed my chance.
Looking back on it, I don’t know how I survived the trauma I went through all those years. When I was 16 years old I became involved in a very abusive relationship, I was rape at 15 years old in a chruch and then rape again at 19, I was almost tricked into being a prostitute at 19, I enter a string of bad, abusive relationships with African American males and as a result when I was 23 years old I developed PTSD. I never talk about the abuse I went through because when I was younger I was always told I was fat, ugly, retarded, I would never be anything, I should kill myself because no one will care. I observed that throughout my young years and I never thought anyone would care about me or I would amount to anything. Even in school I was made fun of and all the kids would tell me “I act white” The reason they said this is because I was a good girl in school. I did my work, I was disobedient and I talked properly. That to some African Americans is acting like a white person apparently.
Writing was my therapy. To write down pleasant, happy memories that took me out the hell I was living is what kept me alive all those years. I won’t lie to anyone and make it seem like I have a degree in English and this and that and I am married and with kids, I live on a lake and I am a retired now that is the classic biography I read from a lot of writers. So I don’t have a lot of opportunities to become a successful writer because:
– I didn’t go to college from it. Everything I learned about writing it took me nine years to learn on my own.
-I don’t have a career I am successful in. I struggle with finding a job everyday, just as any other person.
– No support. No one ever believed that I could be a writer or an author. I have been told because of where I could grew up and because I am African American I won’t be successful. I barely have a family as I don’t know anything my dad. My family doesn’t care about me or think I should be a writer. They think I am only good enough to be a stripper or working for a pimp, doing crack.
-Not widely known. There is a lot of competition in writing because everyone has a great idea nowadays and now with opportunities to self publish it is easier to make a book and put it out there, even if you don’t have a good editor. I am not know at all.
After listing all those important factors, they seem like reasons I shouldn’t write or be an author. I ask myself sometimes, why would a reader pick an author, someone who has no strong english education, still young, not really known over authors who have Master’s degrees and famous? The only reason I can say is that I have faith in myself. There are so many times over the years I quit writing. It is hard to write and have enthusiasm when you have been doing it for so long and haven’t even reach a stepping stone, but I won’t quit on myself.
Caleb Jordan Kennedy, is one of the reasons why I still write. I don’t have any support, but he is more then my support. I do not know what or where I would be without him today. Everything I know and learn now in life is because of him. He is the love of my life and soulmate. He hates reading and I have had to blackmail him into reading my work, but his love gives me the courage and drive to write. To not give up. To want to be a writer.
All those people who have brought me down in my life, because of the suffering that bestowed on me they didn’t achieve the one thing I think they were trying to do which is break me. I still move forward in life. I still have the strength to get up in the morning and either pick up a pen or sit at my laptop with my hair all crazy, in an extra large t-shirt that falls off my body, with my colorful fuzzy socks on, having only pennies in my purse and I still smile and visualize the next story that I feel will be a bestseller.
I have been throughout a lot and will continue to go through problems. Just a year ago, I was arrested at Walmart for being African American. I wrote Fox news about it and not even they care. I get so depressed sometimes with people finding me a target to cause misery too. It seems unfair. I see the world and I don’t belong here. I don’t like being in a place or being around people that just do harm and evil things to each other. I strive for peace and love. I feel love makes everything and everyone beautiful inside and out.
With my stories and writing I hope to achieve love. I speak to a lot of people on love and I usually get negative comments because no one knows how to love anymore. That is what I want to change with my stories. I want people to have a better outlook on love. Because Caleb loving me is what saved me and my love for writing is what saved my soul. My heart shines through my writing. I want my stories to make other people’s heart shines as well. My dream now is just to encourage people with my writing and talent.



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THE OTHER FIVE PERCENT by Quinn Anderson Blog Tour



Hello, everyone! This is Quinn Anderson, author of The Other Five Percent and the Murmur Inc. series. Thanks so much for following my blog tour. I’m thrilled to be here and to talk about my latest novel, coming out July 10th. Stay tuned for fun facts about The Other Five Percent, an inside peek at writing it, and to find out more about our dashing leading men. Leave comments on the tour posts for a chance to win a $10 Riptide Publishing gift card!


About The Other Five Percent

Logan Vanderveer has a joke he’s been telling since college: he’s ninety-five percent straight. He did some experimenting in school, but none of the men he fooled around with inspired him to abandon “the plan”: meet a nice girl, get married, and settle down, just like his parents always said.

None of them except Ellis Floyd, who aroused desires and feelings that scared Logan. So much so that he abandoned their burgeoning relationship just as it might have become something. But four years later, Ellis is back, and Logan finds himself questioning his sexuality in a big way.

Ellis doesn’t fit into Logan’s plan. He’s happy being a starving artist, whereas Logan has sold his soul to corporate America. Ellis is ripped jeans, and Logan is tailored suits. And, most notably, Ellis is out. But seeing him again is dredging up memories—like how it feels to kiss Ellis, and that time they almost went all the way. With chemistry like theirs, Logan isn’t sure he can—or should—keep ignoring the other five percent.



How I Got the Idea for this Novel

Earlier in my blog tour, I touched briefly on what inspired me to write The Other Five Percent, but I say where the idea actually came from. It’s a funny story I’d love to share with you all now!

I’ve gotten ideas from some unusual sources before—phone games, late night infomercials, my cat—but this one really came out of nowhere. I was on Facebook, of all places. That’s usually where I go when I’m decidedly not working on my writing.

I have a fellow author friend named Jef Rouner, to whom this book is dedicated. He and I have never actually met in real life, but we run in the same political circles and have had many a long conversation about pop culture, nerd life, writing, feminism, Doctor Who, you name it. Although on the particular day that he gave me the idea for The Other Five Percent, he wasn’t even talking to me.

I was creeping on one of his Facebook threads (Jef, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry for cyberstalking you. I’ll send you some brownies in apology). Jef had said something about homosexuality somewhere in the thread, and someone asked him what his orientation is. In response, he said, “I’m ninety-five percent straight.” And in that instant, it was like a proverbial lightbulb appeared above my head.

I was convinced there was a book there. Jef’s phrasing inspired one of my favorite exchanges in all of The Other Five Percent. “I’m ninety-five percent straight.” “Or you’re one hundred percent bisexual.”

I got Jef’s permission to take his offhand Facebook comment and extrapolate it into 40,000 words worth of fluffy gay smut. The rest is history!

Thanks so much for reading, and remember to leave a comment for your chance to win!



About Quinn Anderson

Quinn Anderson is an alumna of the University of Dublin in Ireland and has a master’s degree in psychology. She wrote her dissertation on sexuality in popular literature and continues to explore evolving themes in erotica in her professional life.

A nerd extraordinaire, she was raised on an unhealthy diet of video games, anime, pop culture, and comics from infancy. She stays true to her nerd roots in writing and in life and frequently draws inspiration from her many fandoms, which include Sherlock, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Buffy, Marvel, and more. You will often find her interacting with fellow fans online and offline via conventions and tumblr, and she is happy to talk about anything from nerd life to writing tips. She has attended conventions on three separate continents and now considers herself a career geek. She advises anyone who attends pop culture events in the UK to watch out for Weeping Angels, as they are everywhere.

Her favorite television show is Avatar: the Last Airbender, her favorite film is Tangled, and her favorite book is Ella Enchanted. She can often be spotted at conventions, comic shops, and midnight book releases. If you’re at an event, and you see a 6’2” redhead wandering around with a vague look on her face, that’s probably her. Her favorite authors include J.K. Rowling, Gail Carson Levine, Libba Bray, and Tamora Pierce. When she’s not writing, she enjoys traveling, cooking, spending too much time on the internet, screwing the rules, finding the Master Sword, guided falling, consulting for the NYPD, guarding the galaxy, boldly going, and catching ’em all.

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Giveaway

To celebrate the release of The Other Five Percent, one lucky winner will receive a $10 Riptide credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on July 15, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!



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ALL WHEEL DRIVE by Z.A. Maxfield Blog Tour



About All Wheel Drive

Healey Holly is battered, depressed, and looking to go to ground in his childhood home. He wants to rent the garage apartment, but it’s Diego Luz’s place now, and the last thing Diego wants is to share it.

Diego is recovering too—from the accident that put him in a wheelchair and the death of his mother shortly after. The garage apartment is where he’s keeping his mother’s things, and as long as they’re up those stairs and he’s down on the ground, there’s no way he can deal with his loss.  And that’s just how he likes it.

Healey believes in science. Diego believes in luck. It will take a blend of both, and some prayer thrown in besides, for these two to learn that it’s the journey and the destination that matters.

Available now from Riptide Publishing! http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/all-wheel-drive



About Bluewater Bay

Welcome to Bluewater Bay! This quiet little logging town on Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula has been stagnating for decades, on the verge of ghost town status. Until a television crew moves in to film Wolf’s Landing, a soon-to-be cult hit based on the wildly successful shifter novels penned by local author Hunter Easton.

Wolf’s Landing’s success spawns everything from merchandise to movie talks, and Bluewater Bay explodes into a mecca for fans and tourists alike. The locals still aren’t quite sure what to make of all this—the town is rejuvenated, but at what cost? And the Hollywood-based production crew is out of their element in this small, mossy seaside locale. Needless to say, sparks fly.

This collaborative story world is brought to you by eleven award-winning, best-selling LGBTQ romance authors: L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. Maxfield,  Heidi Belleau, Rachel Haimowitz, Anne Tenino, Amy Lane, SE Jakes, G.B. Gordon, Jaime Samms and Ally Blue. Each contemporary novel stands alone, but all are built around the town and the people of Bluewater Bay and the Wolf’s Landing media empire.




About ZA Maxfield

Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back.  Pathologically disorganized and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends.  If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four manages to find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

Her published books include Crossing Borders, Epic Award finalist St. Nacho’s, Drawn Together, ePistols at Dawn, Notturno, Stirring Up Trouble, and Vigil.

Readers can visit her website at http://www.zamaxfield.com, and contact her at zamaxfield@zamaxfield.com.




Giveaway

To celebrate the release of All Wheel Drive, one lucky winner will receive an ecopy of Hell on Wheels and a $25 Riptide credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on July 15, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!

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Two-Man Advantage by Leigh Carman Tour

Two-Man Advantage
Leigh Carman for Dreamspinner Press
Blurb
A hockey star skating on the edge of a catastrophe.
A PR specialist so adept, he’s called “the Fixer.”
Working together will be the biggest challenge of both their careers.
The LA Vikings hockey team is fed up the violent outbursts of its huge, intimidating enforcer, Viktor Novak. Hounded by a homophobic and domineering father, Viktor takes out his frustrations by spilling blood—on and off the ice. Now he has one last chance to clean up his image, or his career is over.
That’s where Bowen Miller comes in.
Bo has taken on the hardest cases and succeeded—by micromanaging every aspect of a client’s life—at the expense of his own happiness. But in the stubborn, hot mess that is Viktor, Bo might have met his match—both in and out of the bedroom. One man is out of control, and one controls everything. But when sex and attraction come into play, those roles are open to negotiation.
Excerpt
The door opens, and I have to fight with myself to keep from openly gawking. One of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen in real life breezes into the room looking like a male model stepping off the catwalk of a runway show. Tall and lean, he’s clad in a perfectly tailored, charcoal gray designer suit, paired with a crisp white shirt and dark tie. The polished look, combined with thick, dark hair and twinkling brown eyes, makes the man my perfect depiction of a walking wet dream. As my eyes continue to roam, I notice his jawline is sharply angled, his nose straight, and his lips full and red. My dick definitely takes notice, springing into action in my jeans.
Due to my… condition, I’m thankful the man doesn’t make me stand to shake his hand. Yet I’m pissed when instead, he completely ignores me, moving to the farthest possible end of the table, where he opens an expensive-looking leather briefcase and begins removing files, setting them on the table next to the case. I shift in my chair, uncomfortable from both getting a hard-on and the newcomer’s silent treatment. For the second time in five minutes, I’m thrown completely off-balance. First Rhonda and her over-the-top flirting, now this gorgeous man in a three-thousand-dollar suit moving around as if I’m not in the room while I’m sitting here sporting wood like a teenager in heat.
“Um, hello?” I say, clearing my throat.
The man continues sorting paperwork, not stopping or even glancing in my direction. Any attraction I had comes to a screeching halt at this blatant display of rudeness and my dick deflates in seconds. He may be hot, but the guy is a total douche.
What the hell is his problem?
I’m about to get up and teach this asshole some goddamn manners when Rhonda enters the room carrying a tray laden with dishes. She places the tray on the table and hands me my cup of coffee.
“Here you are, sweetie,” she purrs, making sure to drag a blood red fingernail across my hand when I reach out to take the drink. A shudder goes through me, and not in a good way.
Rhonda must have asked the other guy’s drink preference in the hall, because she goes about making a cup of coffee for the asshole, holding it out when she’s done. I chuckle under my breath when she receives the same stony silence and lack of acknowledgement from him that I did. The jerk doesn’t move to accept the cup. Confused, Rhonda places it on the table and leaves with what I assume is a scowl on her frozen face.
I leave my mug untouched, still working the hard candy in my mouth. Coffee plus sour apple isn’t a combination that is in any way appetizing.
Since Mr. Asshole still hasn’t addressed me, I decide to take charge of the situation. “If you’re not going to talk to me, or even look at me, I see no point in being here. I’m a busy guy and don’t have time for bullshit games. On that note, I guess I’ll see you later.” I push back my chair to leave.
Who does this fucker think he is, anyway? Coach won’t bench me—he can’t. Despite all the posturing, I’m the team’s leading scorer, so fuck this meeting and fuck this asshat in a suit.
When I begin to rise, piercing brown eyes land on mine, pinning me in place. With one pointed stare, this guy has rendered me not only speechless, which is a rare feat in itself, but immobile. Even though he’s clearly a massive douche, my hard-on returns with a vengeance. Bewildered by my body’s reaction, I stare into the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re a medium brown with flecks of gold around the pupil. I swear my heart trips as our eyes lock.
Then the fucker speaks… once again crushing his good looks under the hefty weight of a shitty personality.
“I suggest you stay exactly where you are, Mr. Novak. If you want to keep your job, that is.” His voice is rich and smooth, like honey or fine bourbon, but his words combined with the cold, calculated expression on his face make me want to show him how my knuckles taste by slamming them right into the center of that luscious mouth.
“Now you’re going to speak?” I ask, my tone incredulous and dripping with condescension.
Mr. Asshole places his palms on the table and leans toward me, his gaze unwavering. “I’ll speak when I’m ready, and you’ll listen. That’s how this works. You make messes, and I clean them up.” He pushes off the table and strides closer, his eyes never leaving mine. My throat constricts, and my pulse kicks up a notch. His confidence is resolute, and I feel as if I’m being stalked by a predator. The thought is unnerving, and as disgusted as I am with this guy’s attitude and his egomaniacal power trip, it’s still a complete fucking turn-on.
I open my mouth to speak, and for the second time in mere minutes, I have nothing to say. I’m too busy being mesmerized by the vision in front of me. Six feet of lean muscle and perfect features clad in a fitted gray suit have my mind spinning with fantasies, most of which involve Mr. Dark, Rude, and Sexy bent over the table with my cock in his ass as I teach him some goddamn manners.
“So,” the guy says, placing one hand on the table in front of me and one on the back of my chair. On an inhale, I catch a whiff of his expensive aftershave, and my mouth practically waters. “Do you understand why we’re here?” Without thinking, I nod, my brain still conjuring filthy images starring the two of us tussling, all naked and sweaty.
“Good,” he says, smiling as he thrusts out a hand. “I’m Bowen Miller. Call me Bo”

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Promises Part 3 by A.E. Via Tour



Author A.E. Via
Title:  Promises Part 3
M/M GAY CONTEMPORARY/ACTION
Edited by: Tina Adamski
Cover Artist – Jay Aheer
PAGE COUNT – 222
Release Date: June 30, 2017

Synopsis
A bounty hunter’s partners to lovers’ story.
The hunt is on… and he’s the prey.

Bradford (Ford) King was sure he had the rest of his life mapped out. Though he was no longer a SEAL Lieutenant, his brother was home safe and he had a job that still allowed him to satisfy his hunger for hunting bad guys. Life was simple, no distractions or complications – at age forty-six – that’s all Ford wanted. What he didn’t want was his work partner, sniper/watchman, Dana, giving him s**t all the time. 

Dana Cadby had grown up labeled a roughneck from the wrong side of the tracks. He’d fought, scrounged, and survived despite a father that constantly told him he couldn’t. Dana pulled himself up by his own boot straps and made a name for himself in the marksman community. He’d been Duke’s bounty watchman for five years. It was his job to ensure their safety, watch their backs. At thirty-three, he was trusted, well respected by his peers, his bosses, his friends… so why couldn’t he earn the same respect from his partner? 

Dana knew he was bisexual before he graduated high school. He also knew he was attracted to the huge, 6’3”, SEAL from the moment he and his brother came to join their team. It wasn’t easy for him to tamp down his immediate reaction to Ford’s thick muscles, full beard, and dark eyes. Still, Dana exhibited nothing but professionalism towards him, not wanting to make his ‘straight’ partner uncomfortable. 

After Dana took back his ex-girlfriend, he’d noticed an intensification in Ford’s bad attitude. One that turned aggressive and downright antagonistic, and Dana was damned if he’d just lay down and take it. He was gonna make that man respect him if it was the last thing he did. 

When Duke sends Dana and Ford out to track down their most dangerous bounty yet, they both embrace the fact that they make one hell of a team… but they fight tooth and nail against the powerful intimacy brewing between them. 
Beware: When Ford and Dana connect, no fugitive can hide from the hunter and his watchman.

This story is a part of a series but can stand alone. It does not end on a cliffhanger and has a HEA. 
Disclaimer: This book is about MM romance, albeit there is a very brief MF scene.



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Excerpt
Dana
“It must be nice and frustrating to love someone that much, huh?” Dana said almost to himself while they pulled out of the parking lot heading towards the first address Brian had given them, which was the Grossman brothers’ last known address. It was unlikely anyone would be there, but it was a starting point. They’d sit on it a while and then look inside for a sneak peek.
Ford rubbed the thick hairs on his full beard. “I wouldn’t know.”
Dana chanced a look at Ford, but he was looking straight ahead as he took DeKalb towards Edgewood. It was a run-down neighborhood with old townhomes. There were tons of side streets and forest to provide coverage or a quick getaway.
They were quiet the rest of the way, only speaking if it was about the case. They hadn’t even mentioned last night or the lingering elephant in the backseat. Were they interested in each other or not? Was Ford bisexual or gay? The man lived a private, isolated life, so it wasn’t common knowledge which way he swung, but Dana could read body language and Ford was giving him crazy rhythm.
The GPS announced that their destination was on the left. The home looked like it had been abandoned or was the victim of a drive by, more than likely, both. The Grossmans had enemies and rival gang leaders everywhere. The windows were boarded up, a couple of the ones downstairs had graffiti spray-painted on them. The foundation was unstable and unlivable. There was no one there and hadn’t been for a while. “This is a bust,” Dana huffed.
“Let’s take a quick look when the sun goes down,” Ford answered, his dark eyes taking in the surroundings of the empty house. “We can probably pop that board off on the side and get in that way.”
“Whatever you say,” Dana sighed, leaning back and getting comfortable. He didn’t expect to see much activity and they still had some time before it was dark enough for them to sneak inside.
Ford cut his eyes over to him but didn’t let them linger long. It was at least thirty minutes before Ford spoke up, his deep voice staggering even in the large cab. “You wanna talk about… you know. Just so we’re on the same page?”
Dana swallowed a thick lump of air, his heart accelerating at the possibility of getting some answers. “Sure. If you want to.”
Dana decided to let Ford start. He’d initiated this, so Dana would let him get what he needed off his chest first. “Um. I think we should just start over. Squash all that old stuff.”
Dana acknowledged that he was listening. He wasn’t making eye contact, but neither was Ford. Instead, his sharp eyes were still directed at the run-down house. Squash it? “When you say start over, do you mean—?”
“Before we clamped onto each other’s throats. That’s what I mean.” Ford finally looked at him. “Fact is, we have a job to do and petty bullshit can’t get in the way.”
“I agree. I think we can drop it, then.” Dana chuckled humorlessly. “Although, I’m not quite sure what exactly it is that we’re dropping. Are we dropping the cold shoulder you keep giving me? Are we dropping the constant bickering over nothing? Are we dropping the façade that we’re not—?”
“Who is that?” Ford interrupted, his hand quickly fumbling in the center console for his camera.
Dana turned and looked where Ford was aiming the long scope. A man was cautiously making his way to the side of the same house they were watching. Fuck. Hadn’t even seen what direction he came from. This thing between him and Ford was absolutely a distraction. “I don’t recognize him.”






AUTHOR BIO:
A.E. Via is an author in the beautiful gay romance genre and also founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children.
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SPUN! by JL Merrow Blog Tour



Hi, I’m JL Merrow, and I’m delighted to be here today as part of the blog tour to celebrate the release of Spun!, the fourth of my contemporary MM romantic comedies in the Shamwell Tales series.
About Spun!
With friends like these . . .
An ill-advised encounter at the office party leaves David Greenlake jobless and homeless in one heady weekend. But he quickly begs work from his ex-boss and takes a room in Shamwell with easygoing postman Rory Deamer. David doesn’t mean to flirt with the recently divorced Rory—just like he doesn’t consciously decide to breathe. After all, Rory’s far too nice for him. And far too straight.
Rory finds his new lodger surprisingly fun to be with, and what’s more, David is a hit with Rory’s troubled children. But while Rory’s world may have turned upside down in the last few years, there’s one thing he’s sure of: he’s straight as a die. So he can’t be falling for David . . . can he?
Their friends and family think they know all the answers, and David’s office party hookup has his own plans for romance. Rory and David need to make up their minds and take a stand for what they really want—or their love could be over before it’s even begun.
Spun! is now available from Riptide Publishing.
About the Shamwell Tales
Welcome to Shamwell! A sleepy rural village in Hertfordshire, England, it’s the perfect place to move to for a little peace and quiet—or at least, you’d think so. But as a succession of newcomers to the village find, there’s more going on in these idyllic surroundings than cricket matches on the common and pints of ale in the local pubs.
As a place where everyone’s connected to everyone else, Shamwell’s rife with mishaps, mayhem, and misunderstandings—and the path of true love is no smoother than the ancient stone walls of the parish church.
Each contemporary romantic comedy in this series stands alone, but all feature a cast of characters drawn from Shamwell and its surroundings.
Check out the Shamwell Tales, available from Riptide Publishing!


About JL Merrow
JL Merrow is that rare beast, an English person who refuses to drink tea.  She read Natural Sciences at Cambridge, where she learned many things, chief amongst which was that she never wanted to see the inside of a lab ever again.
She writes (mostly) contemporary gay romance and mysteries, and is frequently accused of humour.  Her novel Slam! won the 2013 Rainbow Award for Best LGBT Romantic Comedy, and several of her books have been EPIC Awards finalists, including Muscling Through, Relief Valve (the Plumber’s Mate Mysteries) and To Love a Traitor.
JL Merrow is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association, International Thriller Writers, Verulam Writers and the UK GLBTQ Fiction Meet organising team.
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