Friday, October 31, 2014

Blog Tour: Jerking Iron by Nya Rawlyns

Book Blurb:
With his business empire under fire and ready to collapse, Kane and his partners turn to unlikely sources for help.

Nick Lopez is a wounded warrior, an undercover major crimes cop caught in the crossfire when he brokers a deal between competing rival Miami crime families. When his best friend, David Black, calls him for advice, Nick sees it as an omen. Sometimes it’s better to get out of Dodge and live, so he quits the force and heads north.

Jace McClune has seen and done too much as a vice cop. His last undercover assignment was his undoing, leaving him with an intervention but no resolution. Thomas Kane has friends in high places and when he hints the mob’s fingerprints are all over the attempts to take over his businesses, the precinct brass see this as a good way for Jace to get his head on straight with a babysitting job.

Jace and Nick pair up for a simple sting operation, but they soon discover that under the layers of betrayal and lies runs the threat of a new operation—one that takes the skin trade to new levels of perversion. Neither man is prepared for the mutual attraction that simmers to a rolling boil as it becomes clear that the only way they can cut to the truth is to allow Jace to sink once more into the dangerous underbelly of the city.

They’re about to find out why a man you could not break was a man worth breaking...

My Thoughts: 

This is the third book in the Bad Boyfriends series. I admittedly have not read the first two yet, but I snatched them up while they are on sale and will be devouring them soon.
I was hooked reading this one from the very beginning. Hot men working undercover, what's not to like?
I do think that the books should be read in order. I feel like I missed out on a lot by reading this one first, I absolutely must go back and start at the beginning to get caught up. I will likely read this one again in the proper order. 
This book was full of action and balance nicely with lots of sexy bits too. The blend was perfect for me and kept me wanting more. I loved Jace and Nick, and I am very excited to read more about all of the guys! I don't want to ruin anything for those of you that haven't read this one yet, but I think it is definitely worth picking up, I am sure you will enjoy it!

Rating: 4 Stars

Jace and Nick dance around their attraction, testing each other, pushing buttons. When Jace retreats to his own room to research intel obtained from a friend in the department, Nick barges in…

I was so busy staring at the lighted screen in the dark bedroom, I never heard him come in, never sensed him towering over me, reaching for the phone and clicking it off, throwing us into darkness, and my lust into full alert.
He growled, “You said it could wait until morning.”
“I lied.”
“Did you lie about wanting to fuck?”
“What is this … truth or dare? Twenty questions … what?”
“Answer the question.”
I swallowed at the tone of voice. It’d gone hard, commanding, turning my innards to goo. I murmured, “No. I mean … yes.”
“Which is it, Jace? Yes you lied, or yes you want to fuck.”
Wriggling got me nowhere. He had me pinned with his massive thighs, his mouth millimeters from mine, his breath hot enough to melt the skin off my bones. The lashes and welts on my back tingled as he shifted my body under his weight, my skin slipping against the quilt, setting up a sweet ache that flared along my spine.
Ache morphed to pain and I tensed, the memory of that night exploding behind my eyelids. I sucked air and fumbled for a safeword, any word. I didn’t have to ask, he offered.
“I won’t ever hurt you, Jace. Just tell me to stop and I will.”
He rolled, pulling me on top of him, freeing my arms, letting me make the final decision. His erection was hard and thick and pressing at the crack, as my ass burned with anticipation.
I reached to grab the bag, dumping the contents on the nightstand. I tossed him a package of condoms. “Here, open this. I got the jumbo size. Hope it fits.”
“You put a lot of pressure on a fellow, McClune.”
“It’s for me, asshole. I’m driving tonight.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. God, how I loved to listen to him. His voice was a basso profundo—the deepest of deep—and the accent lilted his words, like he was making music every time he spoke.
By the time he’d seen to the preliminaries I was in a sweat, rubbing against his cock from pucker to balls and back, the sensation driving me nuts. When he rolled the condom on my cock, I nearly lost it.
He said, “Go slow. It’s been a long time.”
Lubing my fingers, I eased back to reach the tight ring of muscle, inserting a finger then two. He pulled his legs up to his chest, his flesh quivering, either from my stroking and stretching, or from the fact he was relinquishing control to a sub, a sub with injuries he didn’t inflict.
When I hit just the right spot, he jerked and hissed, “Oh, fuck, right there.” I kept teasing him, inserting three fingers and rubbing him until he howled, “Oh sweet Jesus, I’m not going to last,” and pumped his own cock hard.
I eased in, giving him time to adjust, but he wasn’t having any of it. With an upward thrust he impaled my cock to the hilt, rocking me into the valley between his legs. He pulled me into a brutal kiss, lips and teeth and tongue ravaging my mouth, sucking all the air from my body until I went lightheaded and giddy with the feel of my cock buried so deep inside him, the heat igniting me into a frenzy.
Pulling away from his demanding mouth, I rocked back and braced my hands on his thighs, giving myself leverage as I pummeled him hard, balls to ass, the sound of skin slapping skin, his moans, the sweat pouring off me in a waterfall of lust…
Together we pumped his cock in rhythm with my thrusts. When the orgasm hit, it was so sudden it took me by surprise, blowing through me like a bullet train, spine to ass to balls. As the spasms eased, I pumped his cock once, twice, and he came on a bellow as thick ropes of cum coated his belly and chest.
I collapsed on him as he wrapped his legs around me, holding me fast, cum and sweat gluing us together. He had his chin on the top of my head, our chests in a frantic rise and fall as we sucked air and waited for our heartbeats to slow.
His fingers found the pattern on my back, tracing the ridges and valleys. He had questions. I didn’t blame him for that. If the tables had been turned, I would be the same.
He took a deep breath, and I prepared myself to say no, I can’t talk about it, not this, never this.

Instead Nick said, “I will never hurt what’s mine.”

Author Bio:
Nya Rawlyns has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay. When she isn't tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or her noisy parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.

Nya's M/M Collection:

Bad Boyfriends: Curling Iron, Pumping Iron, Jerking Iron

The Holiday Toast Series: A Christmas Toast, A Valentine Toast (contemporary)

The Crow Creek Series: Ash & Oak, Pulling Leather, Strapping Ash, Sorting Will, Flankman (contemporary western romance) and The Crow Creek Collection, Vol. I

The Wrong Side of Right (transgressive, homoerotic literature)

Good Boy Bad (transgressive, homoerotic literature)

The Strigoi Chronicles: Penance, Fane, Michel, Dreu (paranormal, action-adventure, dark urban fantasy)

Acid Jazz Singer (Hunger Hurts), paranormal, dark urban fantasy

Skin (crime-suspense, action-adventure)

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Grand Prize:  A Nya Rawlyns Canvas Tote Bag (US Only), $10 Amazon Gift Card, and E-copies of Curling Iron, Pumping Iron & Jerking Iron

First Prize: E-copies of Curling Iron, Pumping Iron & Jerking Iron

Second Prize: E-copy of Jerking Iron

Third Prize: E-copy of a Nya Rawlyns Back list title.

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Blog Tour: Bad Boy: Naughty at Night by Jamie Lake

Book Title:  Bad Boy
Author:  Jamie Lake
Publisher: Jamie Lake (June 25, 2014)
Book Length:  65 pages
Genre:  Novella, MM, Erotica

Book Blurb:
Kindergarten teacher by day, sensual masseuse by night, Peter Davidson never thought things would get so tough that he’d need to give out sensual massages in secret in order to make ends meet. But when the school slashes his hours in half and with no other jobs available in town, he stumbles across the opportunity when fiddling around on an online dating site and a rather handsome older gentleman offers him money.

What he thinks will be a onetime thing turns into a booming business at night, and Peter promises himself he’ll only do it long enough just until he gets caught up. He has nothing else going on in his life, after all.

Handsome, classy and educated as he is, Peter still hasn’t met The One. Until, that is, he meets Chip - the parent of a new student, who turns out to be more man than he’s ever dreamed of.

What will Chip say if he finds out what Peter is doing on the side? And, what’s worse, what will the school say when they find out this teacher has been a very bad boy?

Excerpt (Prologue):

“Remember, I’m kinda new at this,” Peter fibbed a little. He wasn’t exactly brand new: he had done it before. He’d even gotten paid for it. He wasn’t an expert though, so he didn’t want Nate getting mad if he made a mistake. This was one of the casino’s top high rollers, and he was afraid of being punished for a mistake. He twisted his bottle of essential oils open, releasing the heady aroma of eucalyptus and peppermint into the air. Truth was, he was nervous.

It’s not as though it was first time he’d ever had a man in his bedroom: he’d certainly taken advantage of the rare night of privacy while his roommate was away.

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Nate mumbled into the massage table, face down, his shirt off. He was a handsome older gentleman, Peter noted: maybe in his mid-fifties, and he resembled a young Jeff Bridges, with graying hair. Unlike Bridges, Nate kept his locks cut short. His powerful shoulders and confident stance made him look like the CEO type.

Except Peter knew what he really was: not a CEO by far. Nate was a 'made' man: the mob, the mafia - whatever they called them nowadays, Peter didn’t know, but the power that seeped out of Nate’s pores was intoxicating.

Beefy, well-built. It’d obviously been awhile since he’d gotten laid. Peter could smell the pheromones emitting from him, and they were as strong as a man’s cologne. It made his mouth water, and he knew that it would only take one touch in the right place, and he was sure to come undone beneath his hands.

Peter bit his lip and allowed his eyes to roam over the taut body lying before him, waiting patiently for him to begin.

He took a deep breath and steadied himself, concentrating on the soft ambient music filtering out of the built-in speakers. As much as he wanted to just jump right on Nate– and oh God! did he want to – he knew the benefits of taking his time. After all, there was no hurry.

Nate was the type of man who was used to being serviced, who always got what he wanted, Peter could tell, and he was going to enjoy this immensely.

The candles flickered, casting dancing amber shadows across the cream-coloured walls, as the oil pouring into Peter’s hand slid down his strong muscular forearms. Two, three drops fell from his elbow and splashed onto Nate’s skin.

Peter smiled to himself as the mature man’s buttocks clenched unwittingly under his jeans at the unexpected sensation.

“You ready?” he asked, in his deep rich voice, rubbing his hands together to evenly distribute the oil.

“Better take off my pants,” Nate said, sitting up and unbuttoning them. He was thick and had a semi-hard-on already. Peter had actually never seen a bulge that big, and the thought of what lay beneath his boxers made his imagination go wild.

“All right,” Nate said, lying face down on the bed. “Do me.”

Shivers went up Peter’s spine at the command. He swallowed hard.

He laid his strong hand on Nate’s upper back; the pressure was firm, but not painful, as he slid his hands up and down Nate’s upper back and shoulders, gliding his thumbs like magic, working out the kinks and knots that had gathered there from days spent behind a desk.

“Mmm, that’s right,” Nate said, his voice barely more than a growl of pleasure as he enjoyed the pressure running up and down his spine.

It was the type of growl that drove men crazy and got them hard, thick, and fast, and Peter was no exception.

His heart was racing and his cock was stirring. It’d been so long since Peter had gotten laid, and his mind couldn’t shift from the thought of sitting on Nate’s lap, riding his cock like a bronco, kissing him, holding onto the back of his neck, running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, gripping hard as he began to lose control.

His eyes floated down to Nate’s bubble butt. His boxer briefs were floating over his thick rump, playing peek-a-boo, and Peter had to admit, he had a nice ass. Must have played football when he was younger, but he hadn’t lost his muscular tone.

Peter’s hands slid down from the center of Nate’s back to just above his rump, his thumbs sliding under the elastic over either side of his cheeks, then meeting in the middle, servicing him just the way he was supposed to do.

“Is this okay?” Peter asked, watching him closely for the barely perceptible signs that he should continue or stop.

“Oh yeah, you do have good hands,” Nate responded.

Peter smiled to himself in satisfaction and slid the boxers down to Nate’s thighs, the cool air running over his bare ass as he massaged the inside of his cheeks, his fingers gripping just under his pelvis then sliding back up to the center of his crack.

“Oh, yeah,” Nate rumbled, “Mmm ... that’s what daddy likes.” The words drifted into the air almost unconsciously.

Fuck, this was hot, Peter thought. He was getting desperately turned on, and he could tell Nate was too. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

His mind was racing. How he just wanted to pull Nate’s boxers down and suck that thick cock of his he knew was hiding inside. He could smell their mutual arousal: the strong, distinctive aroma of pre-cum mingling with the peppermint of the oil.

Nate shifted and turned around to stare up at Peter with those blue-grey eyes and thick eyebrows which were raised in sly expectation. It was the type of stare that let Peter know Nate was in control and he expected to get what he wanted, one way or another.

Peter’s eyes looked away, not wanting to lose himself in that hypnotic gaze, until Nate lifted his chin so his eyes were locked on his.

“Now,” he said smoothly, sternly. Peter quivered. “I know you’re good with your hands, so how about those lips?”

God, Peter wanted to blow him, to feel that thick cock melt in his mouth. He’d never gone that far with a client and promised he wouldn’t, no matter how hot they were, but God damn!

This was strictly an erotic massage: that was it. But it’d been so long since he’d gotten laid, and God! was he needing it badly, today more than ever.

He began to kneel down toward Peter’s crotch, the hot aroma of his erection turning him on.

But Nate stopped him. “Not those lips,” he said in that low voice that turned Peter’s legs to jelly. “Let’s see about your other ones...between your cheeks.”

Peter was getting wet and sweaty with the thought of it, but his eyes migrated over to the clock ticking away steadily underneath the smooth, piping music.

He knew, sensibly, that he’d better cut the session short before things went too far. He couldn’t afford to lose this job.

Besides, Peter had to teach school in the morning. And kindergarteners weren’t the easiest of students. However, it was the principal who Peter feared the most. If he ever found out what Peter’s secret night job was, he’d be sure to fire him on the spot.

My Thoughts: 

I was pulled into this story right away. Peter the kindergarten teacher is definitely a naughty boy! While the book is on the shorter end of the spectrum I do not want to spoil anything so I won't reveal much about the story plots.  The story overall is hot and spicy and just the right length. I am certainly going to be going back for more from author Jamie Lake. 

Author Bio:
My name is Jamie Lake and I'm the author of more than 12 gay romance novels. I've been a big fan of gay romance books ever since I started reading them and I really try to do something a little  different. Some of my favorite gay romance mm authors are Kindle Alexander, Sara York, Riley Hart and  River Jaymes.

With my own novels, I like to give my readers all the hot steamy scenes they like, but I also write characters with a lot of drama.

Every single character I write has a piece of me in them and in many ways, their situations have mirrored things I've been through in my own life or other people I know have been through. Whether it's Casey in "Boyfriend for Rent" who was kicked out his boyfriend's house suddenly or Chris in "The Trainer" who was cheated on or even Peter in the "Bad Boy" series who was desperate to find love and stability, I've been there and done that.

Fortunately for me, I have a wonderful partner now, so I know the heights of true love but I also know the lows of a messy breakup. I hope you enjoy reading my gay romance mm stories as much I enjoy writing And although my books have found amazing success, I'm so grateful for every single one of my readers who have helped me make my dream of becoming a full-time gay romance author come true. You rock!

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Friday, October 17, 2014

Blog Tour: Meant for Him by D.H Starr

Book Title:  Meant For Him
Author: D.H. Starr
Publisher:  Ai Press (October 1, 2014)
Book Length: 203 pages
Genre: Gay romance; M/M romance


Another hot guy from Greenwich Village is about to meet his match. That is, if he doesn’t mess things up…this time. 

After the failure of his relationship with Jeremy, Andrew Jamieson threw himself into a routine his high powered job on Wall Street and workouts. After two years, however, he is unable to quell the longing in his heart for that special someone. Feeling hopeless, Andrew resigns himself to life of work and living alone in his pent house apartment. That is, until he's fixed up with Peter, the local bartender in Jeremy’s favorite watering hole in the East Village. Peter is hot, sweet, sensitive and…masterful. Peter brings out a side of Andrew he never knew he had. And he can’t get enough. However, the same difficulties Andrew had with Jeremy threaten to rear up and ruin his chances with Peter. Will Andrew love Peter enough to let himself have the one guy in the world who could be meant for him? 

Author Bio:

D.H. Starr is a product of the 80s who should have grown up in the 60s and wishes he could travel through time to visit the Ancient Romans and Greeks so he could wear togas and be considered in-style. He loves to torment his characters before giving them their happy ending, enjoying the way they struggle and change from beginning to end. On his off-time, he can be found parading naked through the woods, searching for mystical creatures who he swears do exist. Once he finds the portal to their world that will be the last you see of him. His favorite quote comes from the musical Rent, “No day but today” and he loves the song Seasons of Love because its message is so true.

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My Thoughts: 

I stepped outside my box with this one and read out of order. This is book two in the series and I have not read book one yet. Now having read this one I will be going back and reading book one asap!
Andrew and Peter both have some issues they desperately need to work through. In finding each other they are able to solidify themselves in the process. One of the things I really liked in this book was getting to see both POV's. In doing so we can see the internal thoughts of both men instead of just one's interpretation. It really works well in this story. I am very eager to go back and read Jeremy and Craig's story. Then I will likely reread this one as well.
I would definitely recommend this story to any fans of M/M romance.

Rating: 4 Stars


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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Release Day Blitz: Take To The Sky by Gregory Jonathan Scott

Hello Everyone!

I’m so excited to share with you Take To The Sky by Gregory Jonathan Scott. Today is the Official Release Day and we want everyone to share in the Excitement.

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The Book Description

An angelic romance that’s Powerful, Suspenseful, Sexy, Uniquely Erotic, and Romantic.
In a secret Michigan Laboratory, an experiment developed a superior creation that was anticipated but not expected. He was the ultimate conception, a core life-being merged with avian. He was born with a gift, a rare one; the ability to fly.
His wings instinctively brought out the urge in him to fly, and Kellan's need to be free became his obsession.
When the dark, swirling clouds loomed one night, Kellan abandoned the place he had called home, taking to the sky in search of his freedom and to seal his heart that seemed incomplete.
Because Kellan's secret was too great for anyone outside the institute to know about, TC unleashed genetically altered Maniacs to bring him back.
Through independence, his amazing reality brought riveting adventures to a man he found and couldn't seem to live without. They get tangled with hair-raising suspense that adds heart-pounding tension to every attempt they make at living their unique affair. They faced uncertainty so hectic that staying together was the least of their challenges, and it caused many of their bouts with passion to spiral in and out of chaos.
Along their frenzied path to survive, hidden secrets surface about Kellan, prompting each move they make in order to truly set him free.
Could Kellan's one true love and passion to fly be the death of him?
It's a magnificently inventive adventure of menace, romance, and extreme erotic pleasures.

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An Excerpt

Kellan breathed on Neil’s chest, his breath warm until he licked at his left nub, and then slid his lips across his chest to the other. His tongue was hot on the sensitive points, producing a rushed pulse that made his erection throb.

Neil trailed his hands up Kellan’s body, from his hips to his shoulders and up his neck until he found the cleft where his skull meets his ear. He wrapped his hands around Kellan’s head, holding him in place with needy whimpers. His touch made Kellan’s wings expand; they fluttered and fanned the place, bringing cooler air to a very heated moment.

Kellan shifted his body between Neil’s legs, balancing on his elbows to hold most of his weight. Kisses traveled over Neil’s chest and ribs, traced the trail of hair running down his stomach, and then moved across his abdomen, from one hip to the other. Wing cooled air followed the heat of his wet mouth.

Neil groaned, heated and passionate as the covers slid away.

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Gregory Jonathan Scott

Gregory Jonathan Scott was born and raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan where he met and shared a life with Scott that began just out of high school. Meeting by chance in Grand Rapids before relocating to South Florida where they live now with their lovable Shetland sheepdog and a sweet stray cat that showed up one day and decided to make their house a home.

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As a child, Gregory was always told he had a creative imagination and the artistic ability to turn a blank canvas into a beautiful work of art. Shortly after high school graduation, and together with his true love Scott, discovered the thrill of pottery and ceramic art. Here is where they opened a business for ceramists that quickly exploded before their eyes as the number one location for any hobbyist, storefront and scholastic industry looking for supplies related to ceramics and pottery. During this time, Gregory was approached by art magazines to write short articles and educational columns pertaining to the ceramic artistry. Captivating readers by his writing style grew fast, which ignited his desire to express himself further. From there, it began. Finding a love for writing, alongside his artistic hand, gave him inspiration to design and write this M/M romance Novel.

Gregory and Scott are still together and are currently enjoying home life in South Florida.

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On November-26-2014 we will be hosting Gregory during the Take To The Sky Book Blog Tour

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Monday, October 6, 2014

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Rack & Ruin (Thirds #3) by Charlie Cochet

Hello all! Welcome to the Rack & Ruin (THIRDS, Book 3) cover reveal & giveaway! I'm super excited to share with you the cover to for the latest THIRDS book by the fabulous L.C. Chase! There's also a giveaway, and Rack & Ruin is now available for preorder!

When the walls come tumblin' down....



New York City’s streets are more dangerous than ever with the leaderless Order of Adrasteia and the Ikelos Coalition, a newly immerged Therian group, at war. Innocent civilians are caught in the crossfire and although the THIRDS round up more and more members of the Order in the hopes of keeping the volatile group from reorganizing, the members of the Coalition continue to escape and wreak havoc in the name of vigilante justice.
Worse yet, someone inside the THIRDS has been feeding the Coalition information. It’s up to Destructive Delta to draw out the mole and put an end to the war before anyone else gets hurt. But to get the job done, the team will have to work through the aftereffects of the Therian Youth Center bombing. A skirmish with Coalition members leads Agent Dexter J. Daley to a shocking discovery and suddenly it becomes clear that the random violence isn’t so random. There’s more going on than Dex and Sloane originally believed, and their fiery partnership is put to the test. As the case takes an explosive turn, Dex and Sloane are in danger of losing more than their relationship.

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Release Day
November 7th



Dex had never been so eager to start his daily training session. Down in Sparta, he changed in the male locker room, swapping his uniform for his black Led Zeppelin T-shirt, loose jogging pants, and sneakers. He grabbed his boxing gloves from his locker and slammed it shut.
The bays were pretty busy at this time of day, but there was plenty of free boxing equipment in the boxing bays. He chose one of the emptier ones, and as he got ready, all he could think about was Sloane. The moment Dex had seen his face, he’d known. Sloane was going to run. I’m so stupid. He finished wrapping his hands and made straight for the punching bag.
After some quick stretches and warm ups, he started pummeling the red leather bag, hoping to release some of his frustration, but the more he punched the bag, the angrier he became. He’d told himself not to get so close. His head had known far longer than his heart what would happen, tried to warn him. But Dex hadn’t listened. He’d been a lovesick idiot, trailing after Sloane, getting on his knees, content to let Sloane bleed him. Maybe a part of Dex enjoyed it. Enjoyed being stripped, his vulnerability exposed. Why else would he continue to put himself through this? Why did he keep waiting? Because he’d promised Sloane he would. And what had Sloane promised in return? Dex remembered the words as if they’d been said yesterday. I can’t make any promises. Sloane had made it clear. Dex had no one to blame for his heartache but himself.
“Well isn’t that cute.”
Dex froze. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Someone up there was conspiring against him. Was this a test to see how much he could take before he lost his shit? Any other day, Dex would have walked away. But not today. He turned and faced Ash who was dressed similarly in a T-shirt and loose jogging pants. Letty was beside him looking worried.
“Come on. You and me,” Dex said through his teeth.
Ash let out a laugh. “Are you fucking kidding?”
“Does it look like I’m kidding?”
“Sloane wouldn’t be happy about that.”
“Well Sloane’s not fucking here, is he?” Dex snapped. He expected a smart-ass remark, but instead Ash seemed to be thinking it over so he pushed on. “You’ve wanted this since I joined. Now’s your chance. No one here’s going to stop you. You want to beat the shit out of me, now’s your fucking chance.”
Dex nodded and swiped his boxing gloves off the side of the mat. He held them out to Letty. “Help me out here.”
Letty took one glove from him and helped secure the strap before taking the next one. “Dex, are you sure you want to do this? You know he won’t hold back.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Letty cursed under her breath, saying something in Spanish Dex didn’t understand. He tapped his hip where his pocket was, and Letty reached in. She pulled out the small box containing his mouth guard and opened it, looking as if she was going to try again to convince him not to do this, but instead, she held the mouth guard up to him. He leaned over and closed his mouth around the rubbery piece. He could tell she wasn’t happy, but he needed this.
He hopped on his toes, rolled his shoulders, and waited while Letty helped Ash with his gloves and mouth guard. As soon as Ash was ready, they both stepped onto one of the larger empty blue mats. Looking at Ash, all the anger came flooding back, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about Sloane.
You really thought he wouldn’t run? He’ll always run. From you.
“Come on,” Dex said around his mouthpiece.
Ash shook his head, but there was no way Dex was letting him back out now.
Come on!”
Ash gave him exactly what he asked for. The first punch landed across Dex’s jaw and sent him reeling. He fell hard against the mat, his face in a world of pain and stars in his eyes. How the hell Dex hadn’t been knocked out by that one hit was beyond him. Fuck. That hurt. Okay, maybe this wasn’t your brightest idea.
“That all you got, Daley? One hit? That’s pretty fucking pathetic.”
Bastard. Dex pushed himself to his feet and shook himself off. Would Sloane come back this time? He had to. They worked together. What if that’s all he came back for? You fucked up. The first guy you could see yourself spending your life with, and you fuck it up within months. A new record. Ash grinned at him, and Dex lost it.
He came at Ash with everything he had, mindful of Ash’s fierce hooks. He maneuvered around him, ducking under hooks and jumping out of the way when Ash swiped at him. Ash threw both arms out to grab him, and Dex dropped down to the mat and rolled. He popped back up and took a swing, catching Ash on his shoulder. Then Dex remembered what Ash’s proficiency was. Close Quarter Combat. The guy had been toying with him. Letting him land blows, waiting for Dex to realize the mistake he’d made.

About the Author

CCochet100Charlie Cochet is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From Historical to Fantasy, Contemporary to Science Fiction, there’s bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!
Currently residing in South Florida, Charlie looks forward to migrating to a land where the weather includes seasons other than hot, hotter, and boy, it’s hot! When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.
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Thursday, October 2, 2014

Blog Tour & Review: For a Reason by Jessie G.

Former Marine and full time big brother, Bull Connor, spends his days helping those in need of a second chance and his nights fighting the inner demons that won’t let go. During a routine
tow he comes face to face with the only person who refuses to need him and the one man he
wishes would.

As a throw away, Ian Jones is used to being alternately overlooked or ridiculed but hasn’t given up on the idea that with just one chance he could turn it all around. Rescued by the one man who neither overlooks nor ridicules him, he longs to be more than a man in need, but can he be the man Bull loves?

Ian isn’t pining for the family he’s never known but when they descend, unwanted and uninvited, Bull must prove that he’s the man who will protect Ian’s long neglected heart by sharing the demons that torment his wounded soul.

R Rated Excerpt:

Ian hung his head, his breathing erratic as Bull softly stroked his back and legs, just letting his
fingertips graze the sensitive flesh. “A good lover knows every inch of his partner’s body inside and out. He should take the time to arouse them slowly, to find every trigger point and ensure that the experience only brings pleasure.”

Parting those cheeks, he didn’t do anything more than look for a full minute, waiting to feel Ian
squirm uncomfortably. “A real man would start with a kiss.” He leaned in and circled the  exposed hole with his tongue, lapping and probing until Ian’s long legs trembled. “Arousing and soothing the flesh of his lover, hoping they will be receptive to their partner’s touch.”

After slicking his fingers with lube, Bull circled the tight bundle of nerves and nudged one finger inside as he felt Ian yield to his penetration. Sinking deeper, it was all he could do not to groan when Ian did. “Touch is tremendously important between lovers, it creates a connection that speaks of want without words. My want speaking to yours.”

Gently he eased another finger in, encouraged by the strangled whimpers filling the room.  Slowly, he pulled out almost all the way before sliding home again until Ian couldn’t contain his cries of pleasure. “Being attuned to the sounds his lover makes, the partner learns what brings the most pleasure and takes that knowledge to heart. His lover’s pleasure becomes more important than his own and he lives to hear every whimper, every moan, and every harsh breath until it’s a symphony in his head. He wants to hear it every night, encourage it with every kiss and caress until it is an addiction that must be fed.”

As he continued to finger fuck Ian, deliberately stroking the sensitive gland with every pass, he was pleased to see a drop of precum bead on the head of Ian’s cock. “The sounds you make are music to my ears. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing them.”

My Thoughts: 

When I started this book I did not realize it was the second book from the series. That is normally a big no no for me. I have issues reading out of order. To my surprise it did not bother me. I did find myself stopping and looking through Amazon to find book one and of course I snatched it up right away! 

Ian's car breaks down and Bull is the driver of the tow truck. When Bull pulls up to drop Ian off after quite a long drive, he is unable to leave him in the dire situation. Under duress Ian goes home with Bull. The two talk and work out an arrangement that seems acceptable to both of them. 

I was sucked into this story from the very beginning. Bull and Ian just pulled at my heartstrings and I was unable to pull myself away for very long. I refuse to give away too much, just know that this book is certainly a page turner and has me dying to read book one asap! 

I will be on the lookout for more stories in this series, the rest of the guys need a happy ending too. 

**I recieved this book free for review, but that has in no way effected my opinion.**

Rating: 5 Stars

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Author Bio:
Before I am a writer, I am a voracious reader who panics when there are less than fifty books on her wish list. That wasn’t always the case and shamefully I must admit there was a time early in life that I hated to read. After throwing every possible age appropriate book my way a relative snuck me my first romance and I have been hooked ever since.

My love of reading morphed into a desire to write and I still have old notebooks and floppy disks full of ideas and partially written plots. While earning my computer degree, and starting on my career and family, I didn’t write a single word. It wasn’t until I was buying school supplies for my oldest son that the itch came back. Oddly, I can sniff out the stationary aisle in any store and have been known to skip an item on the grocery list in favor of a shiny new notebook.

With the advent of social media I filled up my feeds with my favorite authors hoping to glean some words of wisdom as I pounded out half formed ideas with alarming regularity. Two
repetitive themes emerged: To be a great writer you must read a lot and your butt must be in the chair every day like it’s a job. Even if you write dribble, you’re writing. The more you write, the easier it will be to write and the better you will get at writing.

Every day I took the time to write dribble, every day I told myself I was a writer, and on January 28, 2014 I woke up in the middle of the night with Past Hurts pounding in my head. Within two months, I also had the foundation for Books 2 and 3 and the Sizzling Miami Series was born.

When I’m not reading or writing, I own a successful web design business. My husband and I live in Central Florida and we’re enjoying life as parents of adults. Whenever possible we hit the road on the motorcycle and dare anyone to find us.

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