Monday, December 29, 2014

Check out this new release from our friend and fellow Dreamspinner author Tempeste O'Riley.
We just bought it and are reading it tonight but since it's from Tempeste, it has to be awesome. 

Kaden Thorn, a dental surgeon who lives a quiet life, has no hope of finding the love he craves. A vicious gay bashing cost him the use of his legs and confined him to a wheelchair. He has given up hope of finding a Dom or even a nonkink partner to love him. When his best friend practically forces him to attend a dinner party, the last thing he expects is a strong Dom who can see beyond his wheels.

Deacon James is an architect and a demanding Dom, but he has spent the past couple of years without a sub or partner. When an employee invites him to a dinner party to meet his girlfriend, Deacon smells a setup but agrees anyway. He prides himself on being an excellent judge of character, and when he meets the younger dentist, he sees past the chair and finds a sweet submissive man who more than piques his interest.

Kade's fears and demons continue to haunt him, challenging Deacon to use everything he's learned as a Dom to earn Kade’s trust and submission. Deacon's determined, though, willing to battle all of it to have Kade by his side and at his feet.

Click here to buy it from Amazon

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Sweet Fire is available for Pre-Order on the Dreamspinner Press website. Woot!  Click here to see our book page there. 

Our release date is January 2 and we'll be visiting several other websites for interviews and guest blogs in the week following the release.  Come visit us.  See schedule in another post here.

Between Homeland Security's Gifted Agenda and the bigotry of a fearful populace, having paranormal Gifts is a dangerous thing. Pyrokinetic Aaron Flores knows firsthand how difficult it can be to control his power. Still, he runs his bakery and never gives up on finding his Happily Ever After. When Aaron's cousin asks him to check on her former EMT partner, Aaron’s chance has finally arrived. He's determined not to let anything stop him from catching (and keeping) his man.

Ramón Del Rio spent three days at the tender mercies of HOMSEC agents when his former partner was taken. He wants nothing to do with a Gifted guy, but Aaron is nothing if not persistent. He's a pastry chef after all, and the way to a man's heart really is through his stomach. The physical passion they share is the icing on the cake. Just when Ramón decides that having Gifts might not be a deal breaker, someone close to Aaron decides his fire needs to be put out—permanently. Ramón will have to face his fears to save them both.
Ramón set a pair of tall green glasses on the table and slid onto the stool at right angles to his own chair, facing the dance floor.
“So you come here now and then, do you?”
Ramón’s cheek twitched. “Maybe a little more often than that.” He scanned the room and nodded at yet another person waving at him. “Most of the gay contingent of the county’s cops, firefighters, and EMTs come here. The band has a regular gig here too. They’re pretty good.”
“I bet they are, but the next time you say you’ve been somewhere a few times, I’ll have to assume you’re full of shit.”
Ramón grinned at him and raised his glass in a toast just as the sound system roared to life. The bass player plucked out an opening riff that had Ramón jerking his head around to stare at him, then dropping his face into his hand. Concerned, Aaron put a hand to his shoulder. What the hell? He didn’t understand what was going on until the bass player stopped and the lead singer stepped up to the mike.
“Looks like we have some old friends in the crowd tonight!” The man’s voice was deep and smoke-raspy, and he was looking right at their table. Ramón looked up and shook his head, clearly telling the man no way.
Del Rio!” The massive drummer had a massive voice, and the chant was quickly picked up, first by the band and Ramón’s loud friends at the bar, then by the rest of the patrons.
Rio! Rio! Rio!” Ramón pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a minute while Aaron stared incredulously. It was obvious as soon as they walked in that Ramón was well known here, but he certainly never expected anything like this.
It quickly became clear that the noise wasn’t going to stop until the man did whatever the hell it was they wanted. Ramón slid off his chair and touched Aaron’s cheek with an apologetic smile, then turned and walked quickly to the stage, while the chant turned into a roar of whistles and cheers. Merciful gods! Aaron watched in stunned amazement as Ramón, solid, serious Ramón set one hand on the edge of the stage and vaulted onto it. He stood with his back to the room for a long moment, plucking in what Aaron assumed was a nervous tic at the buttons at the cuffs and the front of his shirt.
Shocked as he was to see his quiet lover leap onto the stage, he was still unprepared for what came next. The oldies bass riff came again, and Ramón turned quickly around, ripping off his shirt at the same time. The dark cotton shirt drifted to the stage floor, leaving Ramón in a thin wifebeater tank that gleamed whitely against his beautiful copper-brown skin. Aaron tried to swallow with his suddenly dry throat and gulped at his sticky drink.
Somehow the smooth baritone voice was the least shocking part of this whole incredible experience. As a soulful rendition of “Stand By Me” rolled over him, Ramón held his eyes, and the rest of the room faded completely away.
The first verse and the chorus came to him from the stage, and then, miraculously, unbelievably, it got even better. On the second verse, as the rest of the band started a smooth vocal backup, Ramón took the small headset that the lead handed him and started down the stage stairs. His eyes never left Aaron’s as he prowled down the steps and skirted the dance floor toward their small table.
The second chorus came, intense and soulful, and Ramón’s hand slid down Aaron’s throat and chest, taking all the air out of his lungs in the process. He struggled to breathe as the instrumental break gave Ramón an opportunity to lean in and run his mouth butterfly light along Aaron’s jaw and over the sensitive spot under his ear. The tiny headset mike his lover wore picked up a faint echo of two pounding heartbeats that blended seamlessly with the heavy bass line. By the time he pulled away, it was all Aaron could do to let him go, watching with his heart in his throat, tears in his eyes, and all the blood in his body in his jeans. The final chorus brought Ramón back up to the stage, moving back up the stairs with that panther-like grace that kept the eye of every man in the room riveted to his magnificent body.
The song ended, and the crowd went wild. Aaron hardly heard any of it as he sat frozen in his chair, gripping his hideous green glass with one hand and pressing the other to his chest, trying to get his rioting pulse under control. An erratic flame danced wildly in the glass candleholder. Suddenly Ramón was there, sweeping him out of his seat and into his arms to a fresh surge of whistles and cheers from the crowd. The band started a new song, without Ramón this time, and the two of them moved effortlessly together on the dance floor. As the space filled up with grinding, gyrating men, Ramón’s mouth came down over his, and Aaron knew, without a doubt, that the happily-ever-after he’d been waiting for all his life was right here in his arms.


Thursday, December 4, 2014

New Release by our friend Ryan Jo Summers


Please welcome our fellow Soul Mate author Ryan Jo Summers. Check out her November 24th release When Clouds Gather!

Click here to buy it on Amazon! What a pretty cover, right?4

Darby Adams has a full, happy life with a successful Bed and Breakfast Inn called 
'The Brass Lamplighter', her teenaged son, Matt, and a menagerie of stray pets she 
oversees. Then a guest is found dead in one of her rooms, murdered, stabbed to 
death. Suddenly she becomes Driftwood Shores' number one suspect. With her 
world spiraling out of control, she desperately needs a friend.

The surviving family wants answers so they hire private investigator Sam Golden 
to prove her guilt. Busy with his own rebellious, disobedient teen daughter, 
Madison, Sam takes the case. He begins in a dial role; in the guise of a much 
needed friend for Darby yet still planning to investigate and send her to prison. 

Then strange things start happening at the B & B--scary things. Darby leans on 
Sam's friendship and he has to seriously question her guilt or innocence, Until 
feelings start to develop between them in the heat of the mysteries. Until the day 
arrives Sam has to tell her the truth. Until someone kidnaps the children.

Reeling from Sam's confession, Darby knows she has to trust him to get their kids 
back. But can she ever trust him with her heart?


Finding an empty cashier line, grateful for it, Darby piled groceries on the belt, tossing on a few tabloids for Matt and his friend and then stood, impatiently drumming her fingers, waiting for the total.
“Eighty four dollars and seventy-three cents,” the cashier announced, taking a step backward. Her look spoke volumes to Darby. The woman was scared witless.
She threw down four twenty-dollar bills and a five. “Keep the change,” she snapped, reaching out to pile the supplies into bags by herself. She’d never shopped without adequate assistance before. “And yes I am that woman. And no I haven't killed anyone, yet.” Slamming the bags back into the cart, she shoved it toward the exit, leaving both her change and a speechless cashier behind.
Stalking out to her car, she noticed the same group of people standing nearby. Her blood ran cold when she recognized the one who had followed her inside and grabbed her cart. He whispered something to his pals, glancing up and grinning as she walked by.
This is a peaceful town. His words echoed in her mind, still seeing his face, smelling his breath, as he leered close to her, holding her cart hostage.We don't want no murders going on round here. As if she did! The group collectively turned to face her, snickering and poking each other in the ribs.
Her parking spot seemed so far away. Behind her she could still hear their snickers and giggles. She could not get away fast enough. It had to be on the other side of that big red van.
Rounding the van, her eyes fell on her car, relief quickly washing away as her heart plummeted in her chest. Stuck to the windshield was a poster bearing tall red letters spelling out the words 'Murderer Go Home'. Still wet, the paint ran down the poster, giving the illusion of fresh blood. Her hand going to her belly, Darby stared at the gruesome sight, her stomach rolling and pitching as nausea rose from within her.
“Oh, God.”
Suddenly, she noticed something else. Panic welled up inside as she stepped closer, jaw dropping in shock.
“Oh no. God, no.”
Tears of frustration stung her eyes as she stared at the damage, not able to believe what she was seeing. Both right side tires were hopelessly flat.
A white-hot bolt of rage tore through her. She whipped the poster off the windshield, wadding it up and tossing it to the ground, grinding it into the pavement with her shoe. Giving in to the mounting emotions, hot tears slid down her cheeks as she stared at her crippled car.
Now what?