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Nashville Nights, Book Eight 

Cheryl Douglas 

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Number of pages: 207

Word Count: 69,019

Book Description: 

Detective, Mike Cooper, loves a challenge. So when his father, Josh, asks him to consult on a tough case, he can’t resist the temptation. He agrees to take a brief leave of absense from the police force to accompany country singer, Tori Warner, on tour. His objective? To find the crazed fan who’s been stalking her. If only Tori wasn’t so determined to play hard and fast with the rules.

Tori is tired of living in a bubble. She’s been allowing this stalker to control her life for months, and she’s sick of it. So when some hotshot detective decides to become her self-appointed bodyguard, she’s determined to show him that she’s the one calling the shots.

Tori is the most infuriating woman Mike has ever met. She refuses to take orders, even when her life is at stake. He’s tempted to let her fend for herself, but Mike can’t walk away knowing some maniac is out to get her. Especially not after one explosive night makes him lose his objectivity. Suddenly, this case is personal, and Mike can’t rest until he knows Tori is safe.

Hopeless  Nashville

Nights Book  Seven 

Cheryl Douglas 


Number of pages: 199

Word Count: 63,328

Book Description: 

When Jay Cooper has to hire a new black belt instructor for his karate studio, he doesn’t expect the most promising applicant to come with a huge chip on her shoulder. He knows there must be a story behind those tortured brown eyes, if only she would let him get close enough to find out why she seems so determined to keep her past a secret.

Victoria Pierce grew up in the foster care system. For her, martial arts was more than a hobby, it was her best hope of survival. She learned at an early age that the only person she could count on was herself. She doesn’t let anyone get close enough to hurt her, not friends, boyfriends, and definitely not her new boss. She shuts Jay down at every opportunity, so why does he keep coming back for more?


Book Six Nashville Nights 

Cheryl Douglas


Number of pages: 181

Word Count: 60,365


Book Description: 

Derek McCall was devastated when his college girlfriend married his best friend, Josh Cooper. He respected the boundaries of friendship for years, but one night they gave in to temptation. Feeling guilty for betraying his best friend, Derek left town determined to put the past and Ashley behind him. Ashley Cooper has loved two men in her life, her ex-husband, Josh, and her ex-boyfriend, Derek. The single mom of two grown boys is finally ready to start dating again when Derek comes back to town, eager to throw his hat in the ring. Her kids are against the relationship, but is she willing to risk their disapproval for a chance to re-write history?


Book Five Nashville Nights

Cheryl Douglas

Print Length: 192 pages


Book Description:

Nikki Spencer is all grown up, but the world still sees her as the little girl she used to be. She’s ready to prove to her adoring public, and a certain rough riding rodeo champion, that sweet little Nikki isn’t as innocent as everyone seems to think.

J.T. McCall has a reputation as a rough rider, both on the bull-riding circuit, and in the bedroom. So what’s he to do when an innocent, like country crooner, Nikki Spencer, sets her sights on him? He plans to do what any good old country boy would do, save the lady from herself. But who will save J.T. when this little firecracker sets his world on fire?


Book Four Nashville Nights

By Cheryl Douglas

Book Description:

As a publicist, Avery Collins knows that mixing business with pleasure is a recipe for disaster so she has one rule. Her bedroom is off limits to clients, no matter how enticing and persistent they may be.

Ty McCall is country music’s newest rising star, but he needs the best team in the business to help him make it to the top. That team includes Avery, the woman who gave him the most unforgettable night of his life only to disappear the next morning.

Avery agrees to work with him, but Ty isn’t willing to settle for a professional relationship with the woman of his dreams. Can this sexy cowboy convince her that rules were made to be broken?


Book Three Nashville Nights

By Cheryl Douglas

Book Description:

Marisa Turner has wanted Luc Spencer forever, but she also wants a baby, and it seems Luc isn’t up to the challenge. She has to choose between the man she loves and the family she hopes to have. Fortunately, there’s another man waiting in the wings who would love to make her baby fantasy a reality.

Luc Spencer is tired of hearing about marriage and babies. He loves Marisa, but he’s not a forever kind of guy. After two years together, she tells him it’s over. He’s not worried; he believes she’ll be back. But what will happen when he finds out there’s another man waiting to take his place?


Book Two Nashville Nights

By Cheryl Douglas

Book Description:

Lexi Brooks has overcome adversity to build a successful real estate business that will enable her live life on her terms. The life she envisions includes travel, fun, and excitement, not marriage, kids or commitment. But will Trey’s sexy bodyguard throw a wrench into her plans?

Being a cop taught Josh Cooper to take calculated risks, but he’s tired of living with the daily threat of danger. He’s ready to settle down with someone who wants to be a step-mother to his two teenage sons. Too bad Lexi isn’t that woman.

She’s smart, sexy, and head-strong, and they’re totally in sync in the bedroom, but she isn’t willing to ‘settle’ for a life of domestic bliss. Or is she?


Book One Nashville Nights

By Cheryl Douglas 

Book Description:

Trey Turner may be topping the country music charts but his life has been going downhill since his wife left him five years ago. He’s desperate to make amends for the mistakes he’s made and convince Sierra their love deserves a second chance.

Sierra Brooks is happy for the first time since her divorce. She has a career she loves and a fiancé who loves her.

Unfortunately, her fiancé isn’t the only man professing his love. He may be able to offer her safety and security but will she decide to risk everything for another chance with the man who broke her heart?

About the Author:

Cheryl began her professional career as a nutritionist, but her love of books started at an early age. She studied writing for many years before she decided to pursue her passion as a full-time career. After receiving constructive criticism from several well-known authors, Cheryl finally had the confidence to write her first romance novel.

The first book in the Nashville Nights series, Shameless, was a book that had been dwelling in Cheryl’s subconscious for years. For her, the surprise came when the manuscript began taking on a life of it’s own. Characters came to life, secondary characters became more prominent, outlines were forgotten, and a single title evolved into an eight book series, and another eight book spin-off series entitled Nashville Nights, Next Generation.

One word would aptly describe Cheryl: workaholic. She lives and breathes her writing, when she’s sleeping, watching TV, driving, reading… it’s always in the periphery of her mind. Her imagination rarely takes a holiday, even when she escapes to a sandy beach with her husband and son, she’s planning, plotting, outlining, and daydreaming.

Cheryl feels blessed to be able to get up every day and do something she loves. The thousands of fans who have embraced the Nashville Nights have made that possible. She writes for the readers who ask for more, she writes to satisfy the muse residing inside of her, but most of all, she writes because she couldn’t imagine doing anything else with her life. It took her thirty-seven years to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up, but now that she knows, she’s convinced she’s found her purpose.






Guest Post and Giveaway: Kym Grosso

Please welcome Kym Grosso…..



Thanks so much to SMARTMOUTHTEXAN Book Reviews with a Texas Twang for having me as a guest today.  I really appreciate the opportunity to share my new release, Luca’s Magic Embrace, and guest post with your readers.  My guest post is about the most magical moments in Luca’s Magic Embrace.  Magic and intrigue fill the pages of my novel as does love and romance.   I hope you enjoy my post and thanks again for having me!  It is wonderful to be here!

The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.  ~Eden Phillpotts


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Top 3 Most Magical Moments of Luca’s Magic Embrace

MagicBookIn my new release, Luca’s Magic Embrace, Samantha Irving doesn’t want to be a witch, yet that’s exactly what she is.  After failing to elicit her magic, she escapes to the mountains in an attempt to resume a semblance of her previous human life.  Sexy vampire, Luca Macquarie, concerned for her safety, is determined to bring Samantha back to her coven.  His mission is to go find the novice witch and bring her home, nothing more, nothing less; falling for her is not supposed to be part of the plan.

When an arsonist torches her cabin, Samantha’s worst fears are realized.  Aware that her life is on the line, she reluctantly agrees to return to New Orleans with Luca. In the Big Easy, Samantha and Luca embark on a spellbinding journey, searching for a mystical amulet that promises to release her obligation from an ancient, lethal vampire who’s been threatening her life.

During the story, we watch Samantha develop her powers, finally accepting her magic.  There are several scenes where she’s forced to use her magic, driven by emotion to change the impossible.  Without providing spoilers, here are my top 3 Magic Moments in Luca’s Magic Embrace:

1.  A Burning Cabin.  An intimate, mid-morning lake swim is interrupted as Samantha’s cabin is set fire. This is the first time we see Samantha use her magic, although she doesn’t know quite how she’s done it.

2. An Evil Enemy.  In a fight for her life, Samantha must learn how to focus her magic during the ultimate battle or be destroyed by her enemy.  She also learns what kind of witch she is and how to control her power.

3. Acceptance of Magic.  Even though Samantha doesn’t want to be a witch, she must process what’s happening to her.  Not only do we learn if she accepts the magic, but how it will forever change her life.

bigstock-Blazing-heart-12992480In the end, Luca’s Magic Embrace, is a “happily ever after”, an erotic paranormal romance.  But while the heroine is a witch and there are spells, the true magic within the book is not necessarily literal magic.  Perhaps, the real magic in my book can be seen in the emotional journey and relationship between Luca and Samantha and their love story.  Despite all the mayhem and mystery, the moments of intimacy and commitment are the most magic moments…moments we all hope to have in our lifetimes.


Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes… just be an illusion.  ~Javan

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Luca’s Magic Embrace

Immortals of New Orleans, Book 2

Kym Grosso

Book Details:

Genre:  Paranormal Romance, Erotic Paranormal Romance

ISBN-13: 978-1480199262

ISBN-10: 1480199265


Approximately 255 pages in pdf.  Varies in e-copy.

Word Count:  80,799 words

Cover Artist:  Carrie Spencer, CheekyCovers


Book Description:

An erotic paranormal romance…

Sexy vampire, Luca Macquarie doesn’t do love; especially not with humans. Yet, ever since he rescued Samantha Irving, he can’t deny the enigmatic attraction he’s developed for the alluring mortal woman. Concerned for her safety, he’s determined to bring Samantha back to her coven. His mission is to go find the novice witch and bring her home, nothing more, nothing less; falling for her is not supposed to be part of the plan.

Samantha doesn’t want to be a witch, yet that’s exactly what she is. After failing to elicit her magic, she escapes to the mountains in an attempt to resume a semblance of her previous human life. When an arsonist torches her cabin, Samantha’s worst fears are realized. Aware that her life is on the line, she reluctantly agrees to return to New Orleans with Luca.

In the Big Easy, Samantha and Luca embark on a spellbinding journey, searching for a mystical amulet that promises to release her obligation from an ancient, lethal vampire who’s been threatening her life. With cryptic clues and clandestine allies, will Luca and Samantha destroy the dangerous amulet before others acquire it, setting forth a chain of catastrophic consequences? And will Luca give into his erotic desire for the witch who magically captures heart?



“Yes,” was the only word he heard in response to his proposal; Luca lost control. Passionately and provocatively, he took her with a hungry urgency. It wasn’t sweet. His mouth claimed hers, savagely taking what was his. The intoxicating nectar of Samantha only made him kiss her more deeply. He wanted her in a way that he’d never wanted any woman. Determined to possess every part of her body and mind in the moment, he would claim her tonight. She’d be his forever.

Luca tore his lips from hers. “Bedroom. Now,” he commanded. Leading her by her small soft hand, he stopped her before they got to his bed.

“I will have you tonight, Samantha. After tonight, you’ll never forget that you are mine. And I will be yours.”

Samantha silently nodded in response. She was ready to commit to this man, this vampire. Luca was everything she’d ever wanted in a male: strong, loving, trustworthy, and passionate. She knew in her heart that giving herself over to him was all she desired now and for her future.

Luca unraveled the belt on her robe, slid his fingers underneath the soft fabric and slowly pushed it off Samantha, letting his hands glide from the smooth skin of her shoulders to her hands. As the robe pooled at her feet, he gently took her hands in his. She stood bare before his eyes. “You’re enticing, Samantha. I cannot seem to get enough of you. So the question is, do you want to play with me tonight? Be honest with me, darlin’, because I plan to take you to places we’ve never been before.”

Samantha felt womanly, exposed to Luca. She trusted him completely as he released her hands and placed his on her waist. “Luca, please, hurry. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that,” he smiled knowingly. “Turn around, face the wall. Don’t move unless I tell you. It’s time for some fun.”

Without question, she complied and waved her bottom at him, shooting him a sultry look that said, ‘come and get me’.

Luca loved how responsive she was under his direction. He didn’t ever bring women into his home, and certainly engaging in a little light bdsm was something he rarely did anymore. Yet he’d wanted to do this to her since the minute she’d danced with him in the club. Luca slid his hands slowly up the sides of her waist, under her arms, pushing them upward and placing the palms of her hands against the wall. With the same precision, he glided his hands back down her arms, waist, until finally, he reached her bottom.

“Samantha, you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman; beautiful, smart.” She let out a small moan; he rubbed his hard aching bulge against her. He wanted to fuck her right now, but he wouldn’t dare. No, he planned to make her beg for mercy as he slowly brought her to orgasm over and over.

Though he was still fully clothed, she could feel his magnificent erection against her bum. She wanted him in her now; she grew wet from the intense ache between her legs. “Please, Luca.”

His hands slid from her ass around to lie just beneath her sensitive bosom. She moved slightly to urge him to cup her breasts. He smiled, smelling the overwhelming scent of her desire, but he wanted to draw out the anticipation, tease her with delight. “No, no, no, darlin’. Not tonight. You don’t get to decide when or how the pleasure happens. You wanted to play, so play we shall,” he whispered into her ear. Goosebumps ran over her skin in response to his hot breath. “Tonight is about wanting what you can’t have until I give it to you. It’s about me savoring every stroke of your flesh. The ultimate pleasure, tasting you while you come, screaming my name. Now, do you want me to touch your lovely breasts? Tell me, Samantha.”


Author Bio:

IMG_3529-001Luca’s Magic Embrace is my second paranormal romance novel, which is the second novel in the Immortals of New Orleans Series. I have also written and published several articles about autism. I developed a late interest in writing after my son was diagnosed with autism and I started advocating on his behalf. Three years ago, I started my own website, and now blog and write articles for

I live in Pennsylvania with my husband, two children and our dog, Ace. My hobbies include autism advocacy, reading, tennis, zumba and traveling. New Orleans is one of our favorite places to visit with its rich culture and unique cuisine. But we also love traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow covered mountains.  I love reading mysteries, romances and about all things regarding vampires, werewolves and other supernaturals.



Twitter: @KymGrosso




Giveaway Info:

Giveaway is a ecopy of Luca’s Magic Embrace (Kindle version) and an ecopy of Kade’s Dark Embrace (any format-Kindle, pdf, epub).

Just leave a comment. What did you think of the Excerpt?????


Book Promo and Giveaway: A Purrfect Match


A Purrfect Match

Chris T. Kat

Book Details:

Genre: m/m romance, paranormal (shape-shifter)

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

ISBN: 9781623802356

Number of pages: 236

Word Count: 66,000

Cover Artist: Shobana Appavu

Book Description:

When a bad day at work culminates in losing out on a promotion, Jim Sanders shifts into his animal form to let off steam. Then his bad day turns into a bad night—while prowling his Atlantic City neighborhood as a large gray house cat, he’s caught in a torrential downpour. What little luck he has washes down the gutter when his new boss, Andrew Wright, catches him taking shelter on his porch, brings him inside, and starts calling him Mr. Frosty.

As a feline, Jim becomes the inadvertent confessor for his boss’s lonely son, Tony, a victim of schoolyard bullying. As a human, he feels drawn to Andrew, a man he wanted to resent. Finding love was never part of Jim’s plan for the future—not with his bizarre secret—yet suddenly he finds himself navigating that minefield anyway. But not everything is easy, especially for an interracial gay couple dealing with prejudice in the workplace, at Tony’s school, and even within their own families.


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Wet darts pelted the cat’s thick fur. Annoyed, the feline meowed before hurrying along the sidewalk, looking for shelter. He should have stayed at home, in his nice little apartment in Venice Park, Atlantic City, where he could overlook the Atlantic Ocean—dry.

None of the buildings he encountered appealed to the cat even though his long silvery fur was already soaked, itching slightly. Still, the cat dashed on, ignoring the increasingly uncomfortable feeling of clotted fur.

After a while, he reached the outskirts of a neighborhood and slowed down marginally. Inspecting the neighborhood more closely, the cat realized he was a long way from home. He should have realized this when he’d run over Albany Avenue bridge, but he’d been occupied by his desire to find a warm shelter.

His stroll had taken him to Chelsea Heights; he’d probably have sore paws by the time he was back home.

The rain’s intensity increased, making it difficult for even the cat to see. The feline rounded several houses and looked for cat flaps but found none.

Even more annoyed, the silver-furred cat took refuge on a small porch, where he curled his shivering body into a tight ball on the doormat. At least he wouldn’t get any wetter there. The cat shrieked when the door suddenly burst open, revealing a small blond-haired boy with thick glasses hiding bright-blue eyes.

The boy lifted the cat into his arms, his quick reaction surprising the cat and making it impossible for the feline to give in to his initial flight reaction. Talking soothingly, the boy cuddled the big cat against his chest. Not wanting to hurt the boy, the cat didn’t fuss.

“Tony!” a man called from inside.

The cat, who had frozen in the boy’s embrace, turned his face toward the man’s voice. A blond-haired man, his longish hair cut in a fashionable style, dressed in tightly fitting dark-blue sweatpants and a gray hoodie, came into the cat’s focus.

“Tony, you can’t just pick up a strange cat! It’s all wet and what if it hurt you?”

“But, Daddy! Animals don’t hurt me. They know I’m harmless,” the boy answered, a hint of exasperation showing in his voice. The boy and the man had obviously had this conversation before.

The father of the boy crouched down behind his son and sighed. He didn’t get any further because Jim, the cat, suddenly hissed. Jim’s eyes narrowed and he readied to attack the man in front of him—the man he had met for the first time today, only a few hours ago. The man who had taken the position Jim had applied for.


A few hours ago

Jim Sanders walked into the office building and over to the elevator, where he pressed the call button. As he waited he held himself stiffly, angry anticipation coiling in his stomach. He clutched his briefcase, the knuckles of his hand turning white from the pressure of his grip.

He stepped inside the elevator, nodding to a secretary who rode with him. Catching his reflection in the shiny steel interior of the elevator, Jim sighed inwardly. He saw a visibly enraged African-American man with his jaw set in a stubborn way and his dark-brown eyes blazing. No wonder the secretary threw nervous glances in his direction.

Jim tried to pull himself together. No matter what, he wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of seeing his anger. The job as an art director for TLC Publishing should have been his. He had the right qualifications, the right age, hell, he even represented a minority. Hadn’t it said in the job advertisement “minorities preferred”? So much for that.

When the owner, Marshall Trimpter, had notified Jim he didn’t get the job, Jim had been tempted to play the minority card, or even accuse his boss of prejudice. To complicate matters further, Marshall was also a friend.

Jim hadn’t fought Marshall’s decision because he wanted to get the job for his talent. But that didn’t change the fact that he was furious. The job went to thirty-year-old, white Andrew Wright. How can someone who is five years younger than me get the job that belongs to me?

Jim scowled at his own reflection, starting when the elevator dinged softly. The doors opened, allowing the pale secretary to flee. Jim almost snorted in disdain. Just because he looked grim didn’t mean he was dangerous. The secretary probably only registered Jim’s impressive height of six foot six and his weight of 240 pounds, all stuffed into a dark charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, and navy-blue tie.

Jim made another attempt at pulling himself together. He straightened up, breathed in and out deeply several times, then darted another quick glance at his reflection. Good. He didn’t look dangerous anymore, only slightly pissed off. It was at least an improvement.

He strolled out of the elevator and was walking toward the small office he shared with Brian, one of the other illustrators, when Marshall called out for him. Jim managed not to grimace and instead pasted a polite smile on his face. “Good morning, Marshall.”

“Good morning to you too,” the older man replied. Marshall was in his midfifties, a compactly built man with a rapidly growing waistline. Behind him stood a significantly younger man. Marshall gestured between Jim and the other man. “Jim, this is Andrew Wright, our new art director.”

Jim stiffened imperceptibly but held out his hand for the younger man to shake. Wright’s eyes widened subtly when Jim engulfed his hand. Jim watched Wright’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down several times in quick succession before he regained his composure. Wright smiled up at him, large green-blue eyes twinkling as he brushed a stray strand of dark-blond hair from his forehead.

The man was beautiful. Jim swallowed and reminded himself forcefully that this… this kid had stolen his job.

On the other hand—it didn’t mean Jim wasn’t allowed to drink in the sight of one of the most beautiful male faces he’d ever seen. Wright’s skin was lightly tanned, and freckles covered his nose and across his cheeks. A deep chin cleft—one that even compared to Michael Douglas’s cleft—completed Wright’s face.

Jim estimated Wright’s height around six feet and his weight at no more than 180 pounds, but in comparison to Jim, Wright seemed almost delicate. Most people seemed delicate next to Jim, which at times made things easier, but usually his impressive build intimidated everyone around him, complicating his life.

Wright cleared his throat and wiggled his fingers. Jim realized he hadn’t let go of Wright’s hand. Marshall eyed him curiously. Repressing the urge to rub his thumb over the smooth skin on Wright’s hand, Jim squeezed Wright’s hand again, then let go. “Welcome aboard, Andrew.”

“Thank you.”

Marshall laid a hand on Andrew’s shoulder, prompting him to turn around. He glanced at Jim and said, “I’ll introduce Andrew to everyone. I expect you to join us in my office at ten thirty so we can discuss the next campaigns and book covers, etcetera.”

“I’ll be there.”

Marshall nodded and guided Andrew over to one of the web designers, Carla Mendez. Andrew bestowed a dazzling smile at Carla, eliciting an equally broad smile from Carla. Jim turned abruptly on his heels. Just what I need—salivating after the man who snatched away my job.


Somehow, Jim managed to get through the day. His feelings alternated between envy and arousal whenever he happened to be around Andrew, which happened quite a lot during the day. Jim didn’t know whether he approved of those circumstances or not.

He was close to admitting to himself he liked Andrew when the man made a crucial error—he criticized one of Jim’s works. Andrew wrapped his critique up in otherwise nice and complimentary words, but only the criticism stuck with Jim.

At the end of the day, he left early, claiming he had a headache from hell. He did have a headache, though it wasn’t as unbearable as he made it out to be. Fact was, he didn’t trust his newly blossomed anger not to spill over and lead him to act on impulse. As much as he loathed Andrew’s presence, Jim didn’t want to lose his job.

He drove home, ate a light dinner, then paced his small living room. Eventually he gave in, shifted into his feline form, and hurried out of his apartment. He welcomed the easy, carefree set of his mind, how all his worries, and especially his anger, fell off him when he shifted into his cat form. His feline alter ego did wonders for his temper.

He just didn’t expect the rain. Nor did he expect to seek shelter at Andrew Wright’s home.


Present Time

Andrew Wright hastily pulled his hand out of reach of the hissing cat. Jim’s body vibrated from barely restrained anger, a feeling he couldn’t recall ever having had in his shifted form.

“Daddy! Don’t yell, you’re scaring Mr. Frosty,” the boy protested.

Jim pushed his forepaws against the small clavicle and stared at the boy. Mr. Frosty?

“Mr. Frosty?” Andrew echoed Jim’s confusion perfectly.

The boy, Tony, lifted his chin, daring his father to object. “Yes, Mr. Frosty. It’s the name I gave him.”

“Tony,” Andrew sighed.

“I want to keep him,” Tony declared.

Deciding this could be interesting, Jim changed tactics. Instead of hissing and pushing away from the boy, he snuggled closer and purred loudly. Tony tightened his arms around him. Laboriously, the boy clambered to his feet with the big cat in his arms.

“Tony,” Andrew sighed again, his voice taking on a pleading edge.

He carded his left hand through his hair, ruffling it until he looked decidedly disheveled. Jim gazed up at him, waiting for Andrew’s next words.

“Tony, I know you’re missing Lady, but we can’t just take in a stray cat.”

“Why not?”

Yes, why not?

Jim watched Andrew, how he struggled to find the right answer. “Well, we don’t know what kind of diseases this cat has. It doesn’t have a collar or anything, and I don’t want either of us to get sick.”

Jim saw Tony mulling this over. Obviously he didn’t take the comment lightly. Jim reverted to an unfair tactic—he pushed his head against Tony’s cheek, rubbing and eliciting happy giggling noises.

He heard Andrew mutter in defeat. “Oh, great. All right, let’s take Mr. Frosty inside and towel him off.”

Point one for Jim, the cat.


Tony carried Jim inside, all the while chattering nonstop—how beautiful he was, how much fun they’d have. Jim felt a pang of guilt for leading the boy on. He seemed like a nice enough kid, one that simply wanted a pet to cuddle and take care of.

Before Jim had time to process his feelings, Andrew came over, holding a towel. “Okay, Mr. Frosty, I hope you have no objection to me drying you off?”

Carefully and slowly, Andrew reached out for the cat. Jim cocked his head to one side, ready to bat at Andrew’s hands purely to be an ass, but Tony slid one small hand under his chest, lifting him up a notch.

“It’s okay. Daddy won’t hurt you. He’s good with animals and he’s helped a lot of them. Sometimes we took them to a vet because we couldn’t help….” Tony rambled on about all the good deeds of Andrew Wright.

Jim couldn’t help the resentment building up inside of him. Not only had Andrew taken Jim’s job, he had the looks to turn heads, and he was also the father of an adorable kid and rescued animals in need. Mr. Perfect, eh?

It was more than Jim could bear at that moment. Lashing out with his forepaw, he left a deep scratch mark on Andrew’s hand.

Point two for Jim, the cat.

Andrew cursed. He also grabbed Jim and swiftly carried the struggling cat to the front door.

Damn! One point for Andrew!

“Daddy!” Tony cried.

Little feet pounded on the floor as Tony ran after his father. Jim had to admit—albeit reluctantly—that this obviously wasn’t the first time Andrew had held a struggling cat. Jim caught a determined expression on Andrew’s face, one that clearly said Jim wasn’t welcome here anymore.

“Daddy, no! Please!”

“Tony! It’s a stray cat. It’s bad enough it lashed out at me for no apparent reason, but I won’t take the risk of you getting hurt by it. This is not up for discussion. Please open the screen door for me.”

Tony planted himself in front of the door, his arms crossed over his little chest and a deep scowl firmly in place. “No.”

“Tony! Move it!” Andrew raised his voice while he glared down at his son.

Jim stopped his struggle momentarily, darting a worried glance from Andrew to Tony. The boy’s lower lip trembled suspiciously, but he held his ground. Andrew’s eyes glistened brightly, and finally it dawned on Jim—Andrew was scared for his boy’s safety. He most likely also felt bad for yelling at his son, and this whole turmoil was all Jim’s fault.

Damn! What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t get the job. Who’d want such an angry and spiteful man to be their boss?

Not sure whether he would be able to salvage the situation, Jim licked Andrew’s hand with his rough tongue, a loud rumbling purr reverberating through his body. Andrew stared down at him with a wide-eyed expression.

Tony took a step toward them before tentatively placing his hand on his father’s forearm. Softly he said, “Maybe Mr. Frosty was scared. He’s not mean. See? He’s trying to make it all better. Maybe he’d feel better if I rub him down? Please, Daddy?”

Jim saw Andrew’s eyes soften, the love and affection for his son showing openly. He breathed a sigh of relief when Andrew replied equally softly, “Okay.”

Andrew carried Jim back to the sofa, where he placed the cat on his son’s lap. Tony crooned to him as he carefully rubbed Jim’s fur dry. Andrew hovered next to them, ready to grab the cat and rescue Tony in case Jim went ballistic again. Jim didn’t blame Andrew for his bout of overprotectiveness.

When Jim’s coat was to Tony’s satisfaction, the boy scooted back to a corner of the sofa, pulling the cat with him. Jim got the hint and stretched out atop Tony’s abdomen, purring in a never-ending drone and butting his head against the boy’s chin every now and then.

He heard Tony whisper, “Can we keep him? Please, Daddy.”

“He seems to be an outdoor cat, Tony. I don’t know if he’d like to stay with us,” Andrew replied hesitantly.

“Oh, but he’ll like it here just great, you’ll see,” Tony stated with conviction.

Andrew patted his son’s legs before he gathered the wet towel and stood up. “We’ll see. By the way, how was school?”

Jim felt a shiver roll through Tony’s small form. The boy slung his arms around the cat, then pulled Jim further up, until he was able to stick his nose into Jim’s thick fur.

“Okay,” Tony mumbled.

Jim stopped purring. Even he could tell the boy was lying. Jim pushed his head firmly against Tony’s cheek and meowed, as if asking Tony to go on and elaborate.

Andrew came back to them, a frown on his face. “Tony?”

Jim nudged the boy’s face gently. In shock, he saw Tony’s eyes fill with tears behind his thick glasses. Andrew crouched next to them, one hand cupping the back of his son’s head as he asked, “Hey, squirt, what happened?”

Tony’s lower lip trembled and he pulled his glasses off to rub his stinging eyes. Andrew pressed a kiss to his temple, waiting patiently for an answer. Jim wondered why Andrew didn’t push for an answer, seeing that Tony was so upset. To voice his impatience, he meowed again.

“Silas… Silas picked on me.”

“Do you know why?”

“Because I have no mother and because… because you’re a horrible, sick person. Since you’re horrible, I am as well. He told the other kids not to play with me,” Tony choked out.

Jim stared at Tony’s tear-streaked face, his heart going out to the distressed boy. He heard Andrew swallow audibly several times. He wondered why another kid would accuse Tony’s father of being awful.

“Tony, I don’t understand. You’re not horrible! Why would he say something like that?”

“He says you’re sick because you’re gay.”

 Author Bio:

christikatChris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of almost 15 years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks, or crafts.




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Book Promo and Giveaway: Fire in the Blood

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Fire in the Blood

Bad Witch Book 3

Robyn Bachar

Book Details:

Genre: Paranormal romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-61921-173-5


Number of pages: 139

Word Count: 33,000

Cover Artist: Kanaxa

Book Description:

It’s good to be bad… Patience Roberts is the last summoner standing between magiciankind and certain demon invasion. After banishing two or three demons a day for too long, gods know she’d like nothing better than a little down time with her number one distraction—Faust.

But with vampires, hunters and assassins lined up to take her out, who has the time? Still, she has to admit her resistance to the amorous faerie is wearing thin. Not that she’ll ever let on—after all, faeries are notorious for their short romantic attention spans.

Faust, a Shadowspawn faerie, watched as his outcast clan dwindled to nothing. Determined to hold on to the woman he loves, he’ll do whatever it takes to protect Patience. And one day build a life with her.

When an old demon enemy punches through the barrier between the worlds, Patience must draw on every ounce of her reputation as a cast-iron bitch to temporarily banish him. To get rid of him for good, she’ll have to sacrifice one too many pieces of her soul to leave room for love…

Warning: Contains a hero and heroine so hot they’re literally on fire, naughty faerie sex, post-coital cuteness, angsty magician drama, and yet more gratuitous violence against vampires, demons, and innocent furniture.


“You still haven’t eaten,” Harvey reminded after I hung up the phone.

“Drive through. Don’t let me forget.”

“You said that this morning.”

“I did?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes, you did.”

Damn it all to hell and back, my brain must really be fried, because I had zero memory of that. At least I’d been chugging black coffee all day, so there was something in my system, even if it was only caffeine. I couldn’t keep up this pace for much longer, but I didn’t have a choice. I was the only one left to handle the demon problem. I’d tried to call in extra help from the coasts, and everyone turned me down. They were too afraid of the hunters, and though I couldn’t blame them for that, it still pissed me off. I outsourced what work I could to the local guardians, but it wasn’t enough. They weren’t specialists like me.

I was trying to bail out the Titanic with a teaspoon. It was only a matter of time before we all drowned.

“Well, this time I mean it,” I said lamely.

“Of course, Mistress.”

I grabbed my black cashmere coat from the rack and donned it along with my scarf, then slung my messenger bag over my shoulder. This time I made it halfway across the room before I was stopped, but it wasn’t the phone that interrupted me. It was a faerie invasion, and I had only a moment to recognize Faust by the smoky lenses of his round, dark glasses before he pounced on me. He kissed me fiercely and nudged me back until I stumbled into the front of my desk.

“I dislike this overcoat. It’s much too bulky.” He reached for the buttons and I batted his hand away.

“I’ll be in the car, Mistress,” Harvey called out loudly before vanishing. He’s not a voyeur, and he disapproved of my relationship with Faust. I didn’t approve of my relationship with Faust either. Every summoner knows you shouldn’t get involved with a faerie, because it always ends badly.

“Cut it out. I’m on a call,” I warned.

Faust grinned, and my chest tightened with an emotion I fought not to show. Yes, this was headed toward disaster, but I couldn’t help myself. Faust was the most addictive temptation I’d ever met. He was just so damn pretty—tall for a faerie, which made him about my height, and dark haired with a pale complexion that spoke more of a vampire than a faerie. Faust had an angular face with high, sharp cheekbones that reminded me a bit of a runway model, a finely-drawn brow and a smile that could make a girl weak in the knees in 0.5 seconds.

“It can’t wait,” he insisted. “I’ve missed you.”

He tugged my scarf aside and kissed my neck, and it was suddenly much too warm to be wearing my coat. I didn’t fight him as he unbuttoned the garment and slid it off. I kissed him and indulged in the lovely diversion of letting his nimble hands roam for a few moments, because the past few days had been all business and no pleasure. But I had an appointment to keep, and I pushed him away with a disappointed sigh.

“I missed you too, babe, but I don’t have time for a break. I’m on call 24/7 now.”

“I know you are.” Faust’s expression sobered, and he caressed my cheek. “You’re a brave woman, Patience, and I admire that about you. But that’s also why I’m here.”

“You’re here because you admire me? Funny, seemed more like desire a second ago,” I teased. The corners of his mouth twitched, and I bit back the urge to kiss him. Experience had taught me that if I encouraged him I’d end up naked and bent over the desk.

“There’s a problem—” he began, and I cut him off.

“I don’t have time for more problems. We’re all full up here.”

“This is serious. Zachary has hired someone to kill you.”

About the Author:

Robyn Bachar was born and raised in Berwyn, Illinois, and loves all things related to Chicago, from the Cubs to the pizza. It seemed only natural to combine it with her love of fantasy, and tell stories of witches and vampires in the Chicagoland area. As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in MMPORGs.


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Book Promo: O Christmas Three by Suzan Butler


O Christmas Three

Suzan Butler

Book Details:

Genre: Contemporary menage

Publisher: Soaring Phoenix Press

ISBN: 978-1-938927-02-7

Word Count: 32,000

Cover Artist: Soaring Phoenix Media

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Book Description: 

Garrett and Brianna Zane have the perfect marriage on the surface. They share everything from love to their wildest sexual desires with ease. So when Brianna confesses she wants a threesome with his best friend Leobardo Vasquez, it awakens feelings Garrett has long tried to forget.

But the smoldering attraction between Leo and Brianna is hard to deny and even harder to dismiss when it’s all he can think about, especially when the three are trapped together in Leo’s cabin during a snowstorm. Seducing Leo will test their relationship, reveal old secrets, and maybe tear them apart. While there may be room for Leo in bed, there may not be room for a third in their marriage.

About the Author: 

SuzanButlerSuzan Butler has a penchant for Dr. Pepper, ice hockey, and world domination. She lives in Texas under a not-so-secret identity with two monsters, writing books and planning the next step in her evil plans into the twilight hours of the night because that’s when it’s quiet in the house.




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Guest Post and Giveaway: One Plus One

Please welcome Kay Dee Royal and her guest Lacinda.



Hello Ashley, thank you so much for inviting me in to hang out for the day. Love your place…really feels like home, with a twang 🙂 Oh, I should probably introduce myself…

Hi everyone, I’m Kay Dee Royal, an erotic romance author who writes what I love, paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary erotic romance. I’m here today with Lacinda, the heroine of One Plus One, my latest contemporary erotic romance. I’ve brought her along to explain in her own words how she ended up on a singles cruise ship 😉

*Lacinda coughs, blushes, and stares at the floor*

Kay Dee: You’re okay with sharing this, right?

Lacinda: Well, it’s terribly embarrassing…and feels a bit humiliating to say it out loud.

Kay Dee: We’d all love to hear what you did to get on that ship, Lacinda. Please share it with us.

Lacinda: *looks up and takes a deep breath, face even brighter red* Okay, it might be considered quite immature by some, and I wouldn’t blame them for thinking it. My best friend, Avery, came over one night with a bottle of wine and a survey questionnaire… 

Kay Dee: Yeah, go on, what kind of survey?

Lacinda: She told me it was just some silly thing she’d found in one of those women’s magazines she reads…she’d been insistent on coming over to fill this thing out for a couple days. I knew she’d been worried about me, not having a man in my life, and it drove her crazy. So, I agreed to do this as a bargaining chip for her to leave me alone about men once we were done with it. 

Kay Dee: Sounds like a good caring friend. *chuckles*  So, did you fill it out?

Lacinda: After a couple huge glasses of wine, yes, we had fun with it. Avery told me it was an anonymous survey describing intimacy…in full graphic detail. She kept prodding me to use my imagination and get down and dirty about it…so, I did, even though I’d never experienced any of it.  

Kay Dee: So, tell us more about the questions…

Lacinda: I’d never seen anything like it before…asking about favorite sexual positions, how many orgasms did I experience in a day, even asked about the kinkiest sex I enjoyed and why did I like it. Avery pushed me to describe outrageous positions. I honestly didn’t have a clue about most of it, but once my imagination got juiced up on wine, I just came up with crazy wild stuff.

Kay Dee: Come on, Lacinda, you had some knowledge about this sort of thing.

Lacinda: No, not really. I led a fairly sheltered life, could only claim one relationship with a college sweetheart and my only experiences with him were pretty tame, only missionary style. *smiles* Little did I know about the great big world of sexual gratification. *looks toward the floor *

Kay Dee: Okay, so what did this have to do with you getting on the ship?

Lacinda: Avery is good, I’ll give her that. After we finished off the wine, she pulled out this tiny stringed bikini and asked me to pose like a wanton whore as she called it. She snapped my picture, telling me the camera had no film.*chuckles* Well, after going through all those explicit questions, I didn’t mind acting out a bit. I mean, what could it hurt, just in front of my friend, right? After this, she’d quit bugging me about meeting someone.

Kay Dee: Honey, you still haven’t answered my question ~ what did any of this have to do with getting on the singles cruise? 

Lacinda: Apparently, the survey was actually a contest entry and the winners got a three week get away on One Plus One Equals Fun singles cruise liner.

Kay Dee: *laughs until tears drip* Oh that Avery…gotta love her for getting you and Blade together, Lacinda.

Lacinda: I can’t ever, in my wildest dreams, imagine going on this kind of cruise. Talk about no inhibitions! Mazie, the director of the cruise, made sure everyone enjoyed themselves…but, I won’t go into details, you’ll have to read it to find out the rest 😉

Kay Dee: Well, that’s a wrap…thank you, Lacinda, for joining me today. Thank you Ashley for letting us hang-out at your lovely place…and to everyone, thank you for stopping in to visit with Lacinda and me 🙂 Out of curiosity, what would you name a singles cruise?


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Book Details:

Contemporary Erotic Romance – 

WARNING: Explicit sex scenes 18+



Lacinda and Blade discover more than sexual ecstasy on a lust-filled singles cruise. Winners can’t be losers.


Coerced by her friend, Lacinda, a woman crushed by love, winds up on a three-week singles cruise.

Blade, a man of means, discovers Miss Right under the guise of a singles cruise set up by his business partner.

Once Blade focuses his efforts he always gets what he’s after, until Lacinda throws his arrogant reputation back in his face.

Can Blade break through Lacinda’s angry barriers? Will she ever see him as anything more than a player?



“Lacinda Gainesly,” a steward called her name. She saw the sign he held with her name printed in bright purple. She slipped on the first step leading down onto the ship and stumbled past the steward. The sign dropped from his fingers and his arms latched around her body from behind. His quick reflexes saved her face from biting the deck, but his hands cupped both of her breasts and squeezed. Lacinda threw her elbow back into his side.

“Hey, a little respect for the guy who saved your life.”

Lacinda shrugged out of his grasp. She met his gaze and realized this was the same man who picked her up from her hotel in a long black limo, only then he was dressed in black instead of the white uniform he now wore. 

“You’re the driver.”

“I’m a lot of things, like possibly a hero.” His eyes looked as happy as his lips.

She noticed his smile, the same he shared earlier when he asked her questions about why she took the cruise quiz. Lacinda thought he was simply a driver for the cruise company so she shared some of her story. He knew about Alex dying in a car crash on the way to their wedding. She searched her memory for anything else she might have shared which could embarrass her later.

“Alas fair maiden, your chambers await your timely arrival,” he said, faking a British accent. He held his gloved hand out. Lacinda refused it.

“I’m ready for my quarters.” She needed relaxation, maybe take a nice hot scented bath and get prepared for the swing of things, anything to distract her from the past that never left her alone.

“As you wish, my lady,” he said, again with a British accent. The steward turned, led her across the deck, and down a stairway. She saw men and women following other stewards or each other. Once on board everyone began mingling, even flirting, judging by the tinkling female laughter and deep manly chuckles.

“There will be an announcement left under your door regarding tonight’s dinner seating arrangements. May you enjoy your day and make sure you take time for a relaxing massage. There’s always a masseuse available. Their extension is listed beside your phone. You’ll find your room key there as well.” 

Lacinda followed him down a narrow hallway until he stopped in front of a door with an elegantly scrolled number 216. 

“This is you. May I answer any questions before I go?”

Lacinda dug in her purse for a tip. Clueless on how much was appropriate and not wanting to give him anything. He got his gratuity when he copped a feel of her breasts. 

About the Author:

Kay Dee Royal writes paranormal and fantasy romance—maybe because it’s also her favorite genre to read! She pens tales with wild, rugged heroes and strong, intelligent heroines. She’ll give them both a few shadowy secrets, making her stories intriguing and fun. She resides in Southern Michigan with her family (her dogs, her cats, her caged husband… you get the idea). You can reach her at her blog and find the latest on her titles from her publisher, MuseItHot.







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Guest Post and Giveaway: BA Tortuga

Please welcome the amazingly talented BA Tortuga. Author of the new M/M Contemporary: Fighting Addiction.



One of the biggest challenges of writing a musician is getting inside their heads and discovering what their favorite songs are.

Marcus Kane is a hat act, through and through. This is a rodeo-loving, Wrangler-wearing, slow-talking man from West Texas that only loves one thing more than music, and that’s Sebastian Longchamps. His head is filled with steel guitars, fiddles and twang.

It’s comforting and familiar to this Texan, I tell you what.

Here are his all-time favorites. I’d love to know y’all’s.

BA Tortuga

Marcus’ Top Ten Favorite Songs:

So You Don’t Have to Love Me Anymore – Alan Jackson
I’ll Fly Away
Amarillo by Morning – George Strait
Bob Wills is Still the King – Waylon Jennings
Cool Water – Sons of the Pioneers
El Paso – Marty Robbins
Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys – Waylon and Willie
Blue Eyes Cryin in the Rain – Willie Nelson
I Can Still Make Cheyenne – George Strait
Anything written or sung by by Sebastian Longchamps (especially Silent Love)

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Fighting Addiction

BA Tortuga

Book Details:

Genre: contemporary, m/m

Publisher: Torquere Press

ISBN: 978-1-61040-377-1

Number of pages: 250

Word Count: 64000

Cover Artist: BSClay

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Country hat act Markus Kane is pretty skeptical when one of his oldest industry friends calls and asks him to do a joint tour. He and Seb haven’t seen each other in years, not since Markus quit drinking. Maybe not since he and Sebastian Longchamps almost lost their careers to the fact that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Sebastian is a country-fried Cajun rocker, and he’s been missing Markus ever since they broke up all those years ago. His label thinks he and Markus are a match made in ticket-sales heaven, but Seb knows better. He knows that it won’t take even the tiniest effort for Markus to break his heart all over again, and this time around he has way more to lose.

Time has changed both men, though, and while Markus and Seb try to fight their addictions, the big music industry machine has plans for them that don’t include the quiet life. Can Markus convince Sebastian that there are things more important in life than adrenaline and control? And can Sebastian make Markus understand that all he really wants is his music and his man?


Markus wiped his hands on his jeans. The place was an island paradise, and he felt seriously overdressed, but this was a business meeting first, right? He’d chosen jeans, boots, and a white shirt, no starch. That was his concession to the tropical location.

Later, when he was sure he and Seb could still see eye to eye on anything, he’d bust out the board shorts and flip flops.

Jesus, why was he suddenly so fucking nervous? This was Seb. There wasn’t much Markus hadn’t known about the man, once upon a time. From the way Seb whistled in his sleep to the way those muscled shoulders looked when the hot little son of a bitch was on his knees sucking cock.

Oh. Bad image.

No remembering that, not in these jeans.

Seb came in the door, the tiny bald fucker wearing a pair of gauzy pants that hung so low Markus could see the hipbones holding them up, an LSU T-shirt, and a pair of dark sunglasses on. “Candy! Damn, man!”

“Hey, Seb!” He shook the man’s hand, not sure if anything else was appropriate.

“You look great, dude. Happy, healthy. You get some sleep?” Seb tugged him in, gave him a solid man hug, hand slapping his back.

“I did.” Seb smelled like coconut and musk. God, that was yummy.

“Excellent.” Seb stepped back, grinned. “So fucking glad you showed. Have a seat. Did Bev take care of you?”

“She’s been great.” Hell, he’d had everything he could ever want. Seb’s assistant had even taken the wet bar out completely, just leaving juices and sparkling water. The woman was inhumanly efficient.

“She’s a champ.” Seb settled in a chair across from him, muscles rippling under the thin T-shirt. “So, Jack says you have demands. Demand away.”

Markus blinked, trying to remember what all he’d wanted to talk on. “Well, Tawny has dealt with all the advertising equality and all that bullshit.”

Seb waved one hand. “If the suits had a problem with that shit, we wouldn’t be here. I know that. I’m not looking to fuck you over, man. I just want to make some music and some money.”

“I know that.” He rolled his eyes. Blunt little fuck. “I also know you’re a control freak. We write the EP together. We do at least one duet. And I can’t tell your boys what to do on tour and all, but I need to know there won’t be booze backstage or on my buses.”

There. That was the hard part, right out in the open.

“Works for me. I don’t drink, and my boys are family men now. They may have a beer on their bus, but that’s their issue.” Seb stretched. “Your people are taking care of your buses; mine mine. I want my boys to play on the recording, at least on half the songs.”

“Sure.” Half of Markus’ band had actually retired last year. He’d made them a pretty good living over the years. “I want Kyle on fiddle, but other than that I’m easy.”

“Kyle still with you? Even after rehab? I’m impressed.”

“Dude, Kyle is on Weight Watchers. He’s way more scary on sugar detox than I was on withdrawal.” It could be hell to get old. Markus knew from experience.

“Oh, man. I mean, I get it. I know what I eat. I’m careful.” Shit, careful. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Seb, that Markus could see. It was a good look, but he had to admit it was a little unnerving.

“You know me. I get off the sauce and I can eat a lot.” He could still devour the Waffle House as long as he hit the gym.

“Rock on.” One near white eyebrow lifted, rising above Seb’s dark glasses. “So, you want to do a couple of rocking cuts, one ballad, one cover and something… patriotic?”

“Something summertime, maybe?” He could think of a thousand song choices that wouldn’t offend anyone… Yeah. Something they could base a tour on.

“You know me, I’m a sun baby.” Yeah, Seb’d made a career on being the wild child — hang gliding, snowboarding, motorcycles, airplanes. Anything and everything. Extreme sports events vied for the man to do shows like rodeos begged for Markus.

“Good.” What else was there? He knew he’d had a list.

“So, studio in February, first release in April, tour starts in May?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that works. I’ve got some award shows in May, so we’ll have to schedule it.”

“Sure. Tawny and Jack will run with that. Who’s your assistant?”

“Uh. Tawny has one.” He didn’t have a PA anymore.

“Dude. How do you function?”

“I got my laptop. My phone. Tawny is superhuman.” His ears felt hot. He wasn’t as busy as he’d been once, either.

“I’m impressed. I’m not smart enough to keep all that shit straight.”

He surprised himself by wanting to growl. “You do fine.”

Seb chuckled, bare feet curling up under his legs. “So. I’m yours until noon. Wanna write?”

“Hell, yes. I got my guitar.” He pulled off one boot, then the other. The business meeting was over.

“Fucking A!” He got this grin — wide and wild and pleased. “I’ll grab the pens and paper.”

Markus found that he had the same goofy grin on his lips, too. They had always connected best over music. Wherever they were.

Seb came back with two bottles of water, a pad of paper, and a guitar case. “Let’s do it.”

“Start with the stadium rocker?”

“Uh-huh. I was thinking something about fireworks and flames?” Seb plopped down beside him, pulled out the ancient six-string. God, how many memories did he have about that man and that Gibson? Shit.

“Old flames, maybe. America loves an old love story come back to life.” He popped his acoustic out of the case. It wasn’t old, but he loved it and it was custom.

“Oh, man. Fireworks and Old Flames. I fucking love the hook.” The words were scribbled down in Seb’s weird, backassward script.

“Yeah.” He keyed up the first chord, already having a good idea where they were going. Man, he hadn’t been this fired up to write in months.

Hell, maybe Seb would be good for him, like a B12 shot or one of those juice fasts.

Either way, Markus figured it wouldn’t be boring, and that was a shot in the arm to his semi-retired life.

About the Author:

Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing porn sites in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her partner, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but is feeling the Colorado mountains calling. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.



Twitter: @batortuga




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