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Promo Tour ~ Stars, Stripes& Motorbikes by Sarah Cass

 

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Book: Stars, Stripes & Motorbikes

Series: Holidays in Lake Point #9

Author: Sarah Cass

Publisher: Divine Roses Ink



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Synopsis

 
Autumn Trask swore off military men years ago. Between being raised by a father who lost both legs in the Gulf War, and the death of her fiancé she knows her heart can’t take more. She keeps her head down and focuses on running her motorcycle shop. The arrival of the retired military hottie shouldn’t derail her like it does. Despite her attraction, she’s determined to push him away.
 
Lincoln “Linc” Myer is looking for something. After losing a leg in Afghanistan six years ago he worked hard to get back into life. In an effort to find something different, he took a tour around the states on his bike. He stops in Lake Point to visit his old friend Clay Ryley and becomes immediately entranced by the pink-haired beauty and spunk that is Autumn.
 
A freak accident changes everything. Can Autumn get over her fears in time? Or will her chance at love skip town?
 


***All books in Holidays at Lake Point are standalone reads.



What Others Are Saying About Stars, Stripes & Motorbikes


Wow what can I say about Stars, Stripes & motorbikes.



It is simply amazing. It brings into perspective of what losing someone can do, but it’s okay to be happy again.



This story follows their lives. I loved how it was a slow build up, and not just rushed into relationship. It shows you can find happiness as long as you take one day at a time. I couldn’t put it down from first page, I had to know how it all ended. WTMO 

Charlotte Isaac



To put it simply I loved this book. This was a new to me author and I have a feeling I’ll be going back over her back catalog because of how much I loved this book. Linc is quite simply magnificent. Autumn has her issues and her reasons for how she is that are understandable and Linc deals with those issues and everything that happens in the book frankly with grace, even though that’s an attribute normally considered feminine in nature. It was really nice to read a book that understands bikers (not MC) as well as this one does. 

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When Linc rolls into Lake Point he doesn’t know what he is after or going to do. When LInc sees Autumn she makes him wish for a new beginning. Autumn is hiding some secrets and doesn’t want to date a Soldier ever again will see get past those feelings or will she let the past get in her way? Linc hasn’t told Autumn everything about himself will she understand that he isn’t just any Solider? Cran these too get past the past and move forward to the future? This couple is a very complex couple both so head strong and determined to get their ways. Grabs you from the first word until the very last word.

Patricia Ann  Blevins


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About Sarah Cass


 

Sarah Cass’ world is regularly turned upside down by her three special needs kids and loving mate, so she breaks genre barriers; dabbling in horror, straight fiction and urban fantasy.  She loves historicals and romance, and characters who are real and flawed, so she writes to understand what makes her fictional people tick.  And she lives for a happy ending – eventually. And enough twists to make it look like she enjoys her title of Queen of Trauma Drama a little too much.


An ADD tendency leaves her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting, cooking, and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day, knowing the battles are her crucible; she may emerge scarred, but always stronger.  The rhythms to her activities drive her words forward, pushing her through the labyrinths of the heart and the nightmares of the mind, driving her to find resolutions to her character’s problems.


While busy creating worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw glimpse into her life and art.  You can most often find her popping out her 140 characters in Twitter speak, and on Facebook.

 

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Blog Tour ~ Where I Found You (Heart’s Compass #1) by Brooke O’Brian

 

 

Title: Where I Found You (Heart’s Compass #1)

Author: Brooke O’Brien

Release Date: May 8th 2017

Genre: New Adult | Suspense

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

How do you protect your heart?
Build a wall.
Lock it away.
Let no one in.
Everyone should have a childhood worth remembering. Only I
remember mine for all the wrong reasons. Starting over in a new town is hard
enough. When you are running from your past, it doesn’t get any easier.
I was ready to say goodbye to the burdens I have carried. The
pain I’ve experienced is more than anyone should have to face.
Then I met him…
He takes my breath away. I can’t ignore the way he makes me
feel. I know he has the power to destroy me.
And that’s what scares me the most.
 
 
 
 
 
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It’s a few minutes after three o’clock when I hear his pick-up
truck pull into my driveway.  After doing a quick check in the mirror, I
open the door to greet Callum.  
Once again, there are no words to explain how handsome he looks
dressed casually in a black t-shirt, jeans, and his Chucks.  Taking a
minute, I let my eyes wander over his body.  Admiring the way his hair is
pulled back beneath his backward baseball cap, how the cotton showcases his
incredible chest, and his muscular arms fill out the sleeves as my eyes roam
back up to meet his stare.  
His eyes are bright with amusement, appreciating how I just
blatantly checked him out.  He doesn’t even try to hide his smile.


“You ready, sweetheart, or do you need a minute for a second
look?” He chuckles.


Smart ass.  


“I mean, you won’t see me objecting,” I retort, raising my eyebrow
as I flash him a smirk of my own.  I can tell by the smile on his face he
is enjoying our banter just as much as I am.
“As much as I’d love to see that delectable look of desire on your
face again, baby, I have plans for you.  C’mon!” he says, holding his hand
out, ushering me onto the porch as he takes the keys from my hand.  
After he safely locks up the house, he takes my hand again and
leads me out to his truck.  Helping me into the passenger seat, he leans
over and secures the seat belt.  


After double checking that I’m safely buckled in, he leans back to
meet my eyes again.   Searching my face, I wait for him to say whatever
he so clearly wants to say.  My eyes trace along his sharp jaw down to his
lips as I peer back up to him, hoping he feels this pull between us and will
finally put me out of my misery.
“There will be plenty of that later.  Just you fucking wait,”
he says as if reading my mind, grunting as he steps back down to the ground and
slams the passenger door shut.  Letting out a heavy sigh, I follow him as
he walks around to the driver’s side and quickly climbs into his seat.  


Leaning over, he turns on the radio as he backs out of the
driveway.  It doesn’t take me long to realize we’re heading out of town.
The excitement sets in, wondering where he could be taking me.  
“You going to tell me where we’re going or what our plans are when
we get there?” I ask, looking over at him.  
For a minute, I think he is ignoring me until he looks over at me.
He smiles smugly, and I know without a doubt it’s his way of telling me,
“not a chance.”


The song changes to a tune that I know so I turn it up and settle
back into the seat with a huff, hearing him chuckle to himself.  The
lyrics of the song are about a girl teasing a man by making him want her and it
spurs something inside me.


Turning my head to Callum, I let my eyes roam over the side of his
face, down his chest to the slight bulge in his pants.  Seeing how his
body reacts to me has me fighting my own arousal.  Making the path back up
to his face, I can see his jaw clench, resisting the urge to look at me, his
eyes focusing hard on the road.
The tension in the cab of the truck has quickly changed.  The
air charged with the connection between us strong, it’s pulling us together.
Resting my elbow on the center console, I lean in closer so we are
touching, causing Callum’s arm to tense as I use my index finger of my right
hand to trace along the inside of his forearm.  


That sexy fucking arm.


Leaning in closely, I release a slow breath along his jaw until my
mouth is just next to his ear.
“You look so sexy driving this truck, Callum,” I whisper softly as
I run my tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping softly on his ear lobe.
It’s an action so very unlike me, but I can’t hide the way he makes me
feel.
Slowly blinking his eyes, I watch for a second as he closes them
just before he forces them open as if forgetting where he was.  Smothering
a smile, I remove my arm from around his, leaning back against my seat.
Grunting
to himself, he quickly moves his right hand down to his lap, working to conceal
his reaction to me, grumbling, 



“Just you wait, sweetheart, I’ll get you back
for that.  Just wait!”

 
 
“Where I found You by Brooke O’Brien
was emotionally intense, and heart-achingly beautiful! This book left me
breathless and wanting more. From start to finish you will have tears in your
eyes.” – Julia, The Romance Rebels Book Blog.
 
“Brooke O’Brien touches all the bases
in her debut novel; romance, angst, laughter, a touch of steam, mystery,
intrigue, and a sweet Happily Ever After.” – Barb, Goodreads Reviewer.
 
“It’s extraordinary that this is
Brooke’s debut novel because if you hadn’t known right from the beginning I
would have never expected it. She has a pure talent with words and did an
amazing job at developing her characters. Instantly within the first few pages
I was hooked and quickly found myself falling in love with Ellie and Callum’s
story.” – Aurora, Whoo Gives A Hoot Book Blog.
 
 





Brooke O’Brien is the author of the Heart’s Compass series. 
Brooke lives in the Midwest with her high school sweetheart and
their three children (both human and furry). Growing up Brooke always had a
love of writing; she started out writing poetry when she was young and began
journaling her thoughts as she grew older. Diving head first into a good book
has always been therapeutic for her. Now her two passions have collided.
Brooke believes that you can cure any bad day with chocolate and
a good book. She enjoys spending time with her family, collecting signed
paperbacks, going to the movies, and watching basketball and football.
 

Websitehttp://www.authorbrookeobrien.com/

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Blog Tour ~ Two Weeks To Life (Fated Soulmates Series) by John Charles

#OnTour Two Weeks to Life by 👉 John Charles #MMRomance is #LIVE #OneClick today

♣Title: Two Weeks to Life♣

♣Series: Fated Soulmates♣

♣Author: John Charles♣

♣Genre: M/M Romance♣

♣Release Date: March 15, 2017 ♣

After thirty years on the force, Detective Carl Bellwin thought he’d seen it all. He had developed a protective shield around himself, keeping the rape, murder, drugs, and other crimes compartmentalized and away from his emotions. He didn’t have time to date, didn’t have time to socialize, and didn’t have time for hobbies. The force was his life, but his protective shield was crumbling.
An innocent girl was missing. Her single mother grieved, wondering if she would be planning a funeral. The seedy part of Clarkesburgh had become the hunting ground for a gang that kidnapped teens off the street, forced retailers to launder money and sell their drugs, and victimized anyone who stood in their way. Carl, at whits end, had no leads.
Elijah Quinta traded one high stress job for another. Purchasing a bankrupt Inn and developing it into a five star resort became more than his full time job: The Bliss Inn became his life. Though he tried, anyone he dated accused him of having a mistress. They were right; he was married to the inn.
Carl never thought attending his nephew’s wedding would change his life. For the first time, he realized what he was missing. Everything he thought was important faded into the background. When he met Elijah, Carl’s life took on a new meaning.
Could he turn Two Weeks To Life? Could he let go of the only world he had ever known?

“Another missing girl? What is that, four in as many months?” Detective Carlin Bellwin, Carl to everyone except his mother, asked Fran, his partner. “How do these kids disappear without a trace?” His frustration clearly evident in his voice and the sour look on his face. “Meet you at the car in five. Just need to get rid of that cup of coffee.”

Carl was a career detective who knew his way around Clarkesburgh and the criminal population that infested his city. He had a hard-on for anyone who hurt a kid, sold drugs, or took advantage of the elderly. Snatching a girl off the streets was one of the worst things for him. Prostitution rings were notorious for the cavalier manner in which they corrupted young boys and girls, but snatching and selling them into prostitution was one thing he could not tolerate.
Fran was in her usual spot, behind the wheel of their unmarked Ford reading over the missing person report. She looked almost as young as the girl in the file did. As the passenger door opened, she could feel the strength of the man who trained her and chose her as his partner, fold his tall frame into the seat next to her.
Clarkesburgh was a city with over half million people living within its borders. When the influx of working commuters was counted, that number increased to over three quarters of a million people. Though not as big as some neighboring cities, Clarkesburgh attracted its share of criminals, thugs, prostitutes, and drug dealers.
Carl made sure Fran understood why she was a detective. “There are people out there who think nothing of hurting others to better their own lives. It’s our job to make sure that doesn’t happen and whenever it does, to put these guys away so they can’t do it again. Stay alert, ask lots of questions, and never turn your back on anyone. That may be the last time you do.”
“What do we know?” asked Carl as he looked over the file Fran handed him.
“Only what’s in the file. White, 16 years old, good student, works part time to help support the family, never in trouble before, no drugs, no record of any kind.” She pulled away from the station, heading to the girl’s home. She knew the drill, question the parents, find a reason for the girl to go missing. Then trace her steps for the past few days. Talk to teachers, friends, her boss at the dry cleaning store where she worked. She also knew they would come up empty handed. Everyone will say they had no idea what could have happened to her. Then the real work would begin.
“You never told me who was getting married,” said Fran as she drove.
“My nephew Trent. He and his partner decided to go all the way and tie the knot.” Carl leaned his head back for a rare minute of personal thought. Trent had moved to a suburb of L.A. to take a residency in emergency medicine at Lake Community Hospital. When a position at Amity General had become vacant, he applied and was hired. He moved back for the job almost two years ago.
“Isn’t he the one who was shot by that lunatic?” Asked Fran looking at her partner. “If I remember what you told me, he was having dinner with his boy friend and his kids when a man shot him.”
Trent was openly gay. He had the self-confidence rarely found in a young gay man and the body to support that confidence. When the homophobic father of the paramedic he was dating tried to shoot the man’s two kids, Trent’s quick actions saved their lives. Unfortunately, he was shot in the process.
“Yeah, that’s the one. The bullet did a ton of damage but everything seems fine now.”
“You’ve been looking forward to this ever since you got the invitation. Why are you only staying the weekend? God knows, you have the accrued time. Why don’t you take a week or two and have some fun with the family?”
Carl gave Fran his ‘are you kidding me’ look. “What would I do for a week with my family? We talk all the time, so all the catching up will be done in an hour. What would I do for the rest of the week?”
“Relax, go out to dinner with friends, find a hot guy and get laid. You know, all the stuff normal people do on vacation,” laughed Fran as she pulled the car up to the curb. The house was typical for this area of Clarkesburgh. It might have been a hundred years old, but looked well kept. Painted white with black shutters adjacent to the windows, the house looked as if the owners cared. The small lawn was recently cut and the gardens were free of weeds.
Carl took the file and his notebook as he and Fran walked to the door of the small house. It was refreshing to be in one of the nicer parts of town. Most of their work had them in the seedy, drug infested, gang hoods. But Carl didn’t like this situation at all. A girl was missing and most likely, the parents were frantic with worry and fear.
Two officers, already on scene, acknowledged them as they approached the front door. “The parents inside?” asked Carl. One officer nodded and stepped aside to let Carl and Fran enter the home.
A little more than an hour later Carl and Fran walked back to their car. The girl’s mother didn’t stop crying long enough for any intelligent discussion. She was a single mother raising two kids on her own. The father vacated the scene years ago, provided no support either financially or in person. Not unusual for the city they worked in.
A neighbor was more help telling the detectives about the girl’s schedule, hobbies, and other tidbits of information. Fran took copious notes as Carl asked questions.
At one point, when the mother stopped crying, Fran asked, “Does your daughter date anyone?” Both women in the room shook their heads. Fran didn’t let them know her thoughts about how squeaky clean this girl seemed. ‘She’s just too clean.’
“We’ll be in contact with you if we need any further information,” said Carl as he and Fran left the home. The two uniformed officers had already returned to their normal duties. While it might seem cruel, there was too much to do and too few officers to do it, so the ladies were left to their grief.
“Something’s not right,” said Fran as she started the car. “They know something and are afraid to tell us.” They drove in silence, each digesting the information they had just received. “Who will I be partnered with?”
The question brought Carl from his thoughts. He didn’t want to leave Fran alone, especially on a case like this, so he asked Captain Syverson to assign another detective to her while he was at Trent’s wedding. “Syverson will let you know tomorrow. Today you’re stuck with me, at least until I leave.”
They pulled up to the drycleaners and parked. Fran looked around as if trying to spot the criminal. Carl sat in silence, letting the vibe of the area sink into his bones. “I don’t like this. There are too few people on the street, so stay sharp.” He extricated his large frame from the car, keeping his free hand on the revolver holstered under his jacket.
The store was located in a less then friendly part of town. Years prior, this store probably had an upscale clientele, but the neighborhood declined as the more affluent moved away. Now the store probably provided the owner with a meager living at best. Fran rounded the car joining him as they entered the store.
An older, frail man stood behind the counter. His eyes grew wide as Fran showed her badge. “What is this about? I run a clean business here.”
As with the others, he had no real information. The girl, Nadia, was nice to his customers, did her job well, and never caused any trouble. He seemed genuinely upset that she was missing. His frown said more than his words.
Fran had always been impressed with Carl’s manner of questioning witnesses and suspects. He seemed not only compassionate, but genuinely concerned. Even suspects felt at ease around him. For a big man, he had an inner teddy bear that came out at the most perfect of times. “It seems that you know more than you are sharing with us, sir. Might that be because you, too, are afraid?”
The man seemed to wither deeper into his already withered skin. Shaking his head, he said, “I’m an old man and just want to live long enough to see my grandchildren. Please you must leave now.” Carl nodded and left with Fran in tow.
“He is scared out of his whits,” said Carl as Fran drove away. “You need to make sure nothing happens to him. Let’s get back to the station. I hate to leave you on this one, but I have to get a move on.”
“How long is the drive to Amity from here?”
“I’m staying in Monroe at the place Trent and Matthew reserved for out of towners. If I leave as soon as we get back, I should be there by 10 or so. Not looking forward to the drive, but I can’t wait to see Trent walk down the aisle.”
“You deserve as much. Are you just a bit jealous?”
Carl thought through that question. He had met two people in his life that could have become his lifelong partner, but neither could tolerate his hours. Both complained that he was always being called away, that they didn’t have any together life, and they couldn’t live like that. After the last episode ended over ten years prior, he decided to go it alone – at least until he retired. Then he could find that someone special and settle down.
“Sometimes it does bother me, but I made my decision and I’m not budging. After I retire, and only then, will I allow a man to get under my skin again.”
Larry Thomas aka John Charles spent his youth struggling with reading. Not until his late teens did he discover the cause – dyslexia. Only then, with guidance and professional help, did he learn to read. From that point forward, he discovered his love for the printed word.

 

Ironically, as a father reading to his children his desire to write was born. Reading to his children was a nightly ritual. “I wanted them to fall in love with books.”

 

Writing was always part of his professional career, but not until he retired did he move from creating marketing and technical materials to writing novels. Now, as a full-time author, Larry writes Romance / Mystery / Thrillers using the pseudonym John Charles.

His books can be found on Amazon and wherever e-books are sold.

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Blog Tour ~ Unforgettable by Jessika Klide

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#OneClick Jessika Klide’s #NewRelease, Unforgettable (The Finale, Book 5 in Siri’s Saga)! The finale in this #EroticRomance series is available with on #Amazon with #KU!! Don’t forget to stop by to check out the #teaser, read an #exceprt, and enter the #giveaway!

Title: Unforgettable

Series: The Finale, Book 5 in Siri’s Saga

Author: Jessika Klide

Genre: Erotic Romance

Published: March 10, 2017


Unforgettable, The Finale, Book 5 in Siri’s Saga.
Maximus Aurelius Moore and Siri Wright arrive in Vegas to combine their complicated lives, and to give the Alabama crew a bachelor party they will never forget, but before Siri’s last performance as Seary, the dark side of Sin City claims her.
What happens next is … unforgettable!
Everyone has secrets. Some are better at hiding them.

“This last of the series is so full of passion, love and what it means to actually find your soulmate. . . The whole book is perfection…” ~5 Star Goodreads Review (Lisa R.)


“Jessika Klide is an amazing storyteller that sucks you into the book and makes you feel like you are a part of it!! An absolutely phenomenal book and series!!” ~ 5 Star Goodreads Review (Vera M.)


Jessika Kilde writes amazing romance, there is a heat and passion to her stories that are so good, they hook you in and means you can’t put the book down.” ~5 Star Goodreads Review (Sara)


I reach inside my jacket for my gun, but a heavy hand grabs my arm with steely force before I feel the cool metal of my security. I glance down to look at the hand before I try to snatch my arm away. It has a skull and cross bones ring with rubies for the eyes. Perfect! A bonafide Badass! I lift my foot a few inches, then stomp my heel on the asshole’s boot at the same time I jerk my arm away. My heel slides off the heavy leather without harm and the grip only tightens. I look up to see who is laughing at me, but he is wearing a black hoodie and his face is hidden.
“You Son Of A Bitch!” I spit. “Get your fucking hand off me!” My hair fans out as I try to shake him off. 
A deep, low, menacing chuckle is the only response I get. Then I see the knife.

Jessika Klide burst onto the romance scene in 2014 with her bestselling series, Siri’s Saga. It has steadily risen to the top of Amazon’s erotic romance list and has made her a favorite among fans who enjoy full length novels. 

Whether it’s Army, Navy, Air Force or Marines, military men make her swoon. Her alpha male hunks are heroes who they fall for her confident, smart, and sexy heroines. She believes in modern day fairy tales where love and lust form perfect unions, and the stars do align for true love. She also guarantees more than one happy ending. 

She is fun and flirty like the heroines she writes. 

“Jessika Klide is my pen name. I’m from LA … Lower Alabama. The Deep South. Since my mind is super slutty, it’s just better to use a pen name. Trust me on this! ;)”


   

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Release Tour ~ Who We Are by Nicola Haken

#NewRelease #OnTour with Who We Are 👉Nicola Haken #OneClick #MMRomance #Giveaway #KindleUnlimited

💜Title: Who We Are💕

💜Author: Nicola Haken💕

💜Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance💕

💜Release Date: March 13, 2017💕


Since putting his life on hold ten years ago, Oliver Clayton doesn’t know who he is anymore. To his clients at the hair salon, he’s the sassy and confident stylist. To the crowds who come to watch his drag act at the club, he’s the fierce and fabulous Miss Tique. He’s popular. Talented. Out, proud, and self-assured.

He’s also a good actor. 

Sebastian Day is content with life’s easy, if not a little monotonous, routine. After several failed relationships, he likes the simplicity of being alone in his truck at his job as a heavy goods driver, spending the weekends with his teenage son, and putting the world to rights with his cat, Marv. He’s not lonely. He isn’t hiding.

At least…he doesn’t think he is until he meets the mesmerising stranger with the red hair and purple lips. 

Can Oliver and Sebastian help each other embrace who they are? Or will a cruel twist of fate end their journey before it’s even begun?


Angie at Wicked Reads ~ “Very heartwarming story, the banter between these guys is so sweet. I can’t say enough about this book to do it justice, just read it, you will love it.”

Beverly at Southern Babes Book Blog ~ “Sebastian and Oliver’s story is beautiful and heartbreaking… These two amazing men are trying to figure out who they really are and together they figure out that they can do anything.”

Jodi at Alpha Book Club ~ “Oliver’s story will make you cry and stand up and cheer for how strong of a human being he is… Loved this story and would recommend to anyone.”

MJ at Alixzia Reading Corner ~ “I ache and bleed with this book for every page turned! Highly recommend!”

Deanna at Two Chicks Obsessed ~ “This might be my new favorite Nicola Haken book. Broken nearly broke me, thus becoming my favorite; but this one left me far more emotional and thoughtful. I think it’s taken the crown.”

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Who We Are
Copyright © Nicola Haken 2017
~ Sebastian~
I WAS JUMPING down from my cab after arriving back from my last drop of the day when my life almost ended. Okay, so maybe I was known for being a tad on the dramatic side, but when Benny – my oldest friend and biggest pain in my arse -jumped out from behind my trailer, I almost choked on my fucking heart.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, breathless from the fright. “How the hell did you get in the yard?”
I’d been a heavy goods driver for thirteen years, working here at Patterson Haulage Ltd. for three of those – long enough to know they didn’t let pedestrians wander in off the streets to play hide and seek behind the lorries. Transport was in my genes, I guess. My dad had been a trucker all his life, and he met my mum at work – she worked as a clerk in the office. I never wanted to do anything else. I walked straight into my first warehouse job fresh out of school and stayed there until I was old enough to train for my Class 1 licence and could go out on the road. I loved my job.
“That old lady with the bright orange face let me in. Told her I needed to talk to you about Scott.”
“Scott?” Slamming the door to my cab closed, I fished my phone from the pocket of my Hi-Vis jacket and scanned the screen for missed calls. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Well, he likes Eminem, but hopefully he’ll grow out of that.”

 

“What?” Narrowing my eyes in confusion, I stared at Benny who looked to be admiring his thumbnail. 
“Nothing’s wrong with him. I just knew they’d let me come see your truck if I played the kid card.”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed as I turned and re-opened my cab door. Climbing the steps, I leaned inside to grab my holdall and tacho card before hopping back down. “You’ve seen a wagon before. You shouldn’t use Scott like that. There could be a real emergency one day.”
“And if there is I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be the one anyone’d call about it,” he said, his tone amused as he ran his finger along the curtain of my trailer. “This needs a wash.”
“You offering?” I asked as I locked up the cab and started walking towards the transport office. I found it highly doubtful as I turned my head to the side and eyed up his leather coat, and beige turtleneck that no doubt he’d paid upwards of a hundred pounds for. Benny worked in recruitment. In other words, companies paid him far too much money to find them suitable candidates for their businesses, money which he wasted on overpriced shit he didn’t need. “Or did you come here for another reason?”
“I came because, as you know, it’s my birthday on Friday. The big three-four. I want y…” Pausing mid word, Benny spun on his heels. “Holy hot ginger.”
I didn’t need to turn around to know he’d spotted Rod, seeing as he was the only red-headed bloke who worked at this depot. “Christ, Benny. Keep it down. I have to work with these guys.”
“Chill out. The fact you’re mates with a gay guy won’t give away the big secret that you like cookies and ice cream.”
“It’s not a secret,” I snapped. Or maybe it was, given that I’d never told anyone I worked with that I was bisexual. My last two relationships had been with women, and ‘passing’ as straight was simply…easier. I was a copout and a liar but I was tired of explaining, defending myself.
There are a lot of misconceptions about bisexuality and I’d encountered most of them during my twenties. Now, at thirty-four, I was kind of exhausted with it all. I wanted to fall in love and create a future with another person as much as anyone, but I’d given up on the idea a while ago. Relationships, for me, whether with a man or a woman, seemed to consist of me justifying myself, reassuring my partner, or hiding – as Benny would say – the cookies or ice cream part of my sexuality.
I couldn’t just be me.

 

wasn’t good enough.
Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t want to sleep with everybody, and there weren’t twice as many fish in the sea, because most fish thought I was confused, greedy, unfaithful, trying to be trendy, or afraid to admit I was gay. The last one confused me the most. The number of people who believed bisexuality was a temporary label used to ease the transition to gaytown would never cease to amaze me. It happened, sure, but there were a hell of a lot of bisexuals claiming to be gay, or straight, for no other reason than they couldn’t face the stigma attached to it, too.
I was simply attracted to people. I got turned on by the way someone carried themselves, by their confidence, or even shyness. I felt the same stir in my cock and pull of excitement in my chest when I saw the rugged grooves of a man’s chest as I did the silky curves of a woman’s hips. People are beautiful. I couldn’t help it. It’s just the way I was made.
Thankfully, many people realised these days that being gay or straight wasn’t a choice. Unfortunately, some of these same people believed bisexuals were capable of making a choice, and that they should. Well, I tried that when I was a teenager. I tried to pick a side, to ‘fit’ in somewhere.
Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work out too well.
“Just tell me what you came for,” I added to Benny, pushing open the swinging door that led to the warehouse which, in turn, led to the office.
“Do you have Scott this weekend?”
“No. Lisa’s taking him to see Jenny’s parents in Cornwall. Why?”
“Great! You’re coming to the village for my birthday.”

 

Ugh. “Ah, you know it’s not really my scene.” I had my reasons for not frequenting the village, unlike Benny who spent so much time there it could be considered his second home. Besides, after a day on the road my idea of a good time was Netflix and a takeaway. 
“Yes, Mr Misery, I know having fun isn’t usually on your To Do list but it’s my birthday and you’ll hurt my feelings if you say no.”
We’d reached the office now and I handed my keys over to June through the window partition while raising a sceptical eyebrow at Benny. “Fine,” I said. “But as soon as you’re too drunk to notice whether I’m there or not I’m leaving.”
“I love you.” He turned to June who looked rather amused by my dickhead friend. “I love him, you know.”
“Knock it off, moron,” I said, ramming my shoulder into his.
“Watch the jacket!” he shrieked as he rubbed at the tan leather that made him look like a seventies pimp. “You’re covered in dirt and smell like oil.”
“Please excuse my friend, June. They don’t usually let him out unattended.”
“Don’t mind me, lovey. I’ve seen all sorts in my time.”
I risked a glance at Benny, whose mouth had dropped ever so slightly open. For a man who wasn’t easily offended, the image was priceless.
“You’re on the Midlands run tomorrow, lovey,” June added as she tapped on her keyboard.
Nodding, I told her I’d see her in the morning, swung my holdall over my shoulder and started making my way to the car park, all the while trying not to laugh at Benny’s reaction.
“Did she seriously refer to me as an all sort?” he muttered under his breath when we neared my car. I knew he wouldn’t let it go so easily. “Clearly, out of the all sorts she’s met none of them have been make-up artists.”
“Stop it,” I said, snorting as I clicked open the central locking on my matte black Ford Galaxy. “June’s lovely. A little old-fashioned, but harmless.”
“I’m sure. It just wouldn’t hurt for her to go down a shade or twelve in the foundation department is all I’m saying.”
Opening the rear door, I tossed my bag onto the back seat. “Have you finished being a bitch?”
“God, I hope not.”
Removing my thick, Hi-Vis jacket, I threw that on top of my bag, revealing my dark green uniform polo shirt, before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. “Is that all you wanted? You could’ve called or text.”
Benny leaned against my open door, hand on hip. “Told you, I wanted to see your big truck.” He winked at me.
I wanted so badly to roll my eyes, or at least keep a disinterested expression, but I couldn’t help chuckle at him.
“I was in the area, and besides, you’d have said no without my pretty face to seduce you.”

 

Probably. 
“And hey, if you want to bring a plus one your red-haired co-worker is more than welcome.”
Shooing him away from the door, I pulled it closed and brought the engine to life before rolling down the electric window. “Let me know when and where during the week,” I said, dismissing the idea of inviting Rod. He’d only been here for three months and I didn’t know the guy well, but the fact he had a wife and three kids told me Rod wouldn’t be interested in the kind of socialising Benny had in mind for him.
“Will do,” he said, tapping the roof of my car before backing away. “Don’t forget I have expensive taste!”
Shaking my head, I bit my lip to suppress the grin that wanted to escape as I reversed out of my space. I already had his present – a bottle of Dior aftershave, same as every year. It was the only thing I knew the fussy bastard wouldn’t return in exchange for store credit.
Nicola Haken lives in Rochdale, England, with her five kids – one of whom is a grown man who many refer to as her husband. She spends her days writing about life, love, and all the beauty and angst that comes with it, and her nights binge watching Netflix or being the household slave. She’s also not very good at referring to herself in the third person, so if you’d like to get to know her your best bet would be to follow her on social media! 

Oh, and if the kids ever ask, she moonlights as the Pink Power Ranger while they’re sleeping…


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Release Tour/Blitz ~ The Ball Game Series by Andie M. Long

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Title: The Ball Games Bundle

Novellas Included

Balls 

Snow Balls 

New Balls Please 

Balls Fore 

Author: Andie M. Long

Genre: Romantic Comedy Novellas

Release: November 21, 2016

 
 

Meet The Turners in the hilarious Ball Games Series

The First Four novellas now available in one sexy bundle.
BALLS
Camille Turner meets ex-tormenter Dylan Ball again, only now he’s grown up and HOT.
SNOW BALLS
Tyler Turner gets his eviction notice. It’s son versus mum Dora, but while he’s at war will he ever notice he has an admirer?
NEW BALLS PLEASE
Feeling ignored Dora goes on holiday to learn tennis. While she’s there partner Tim turns Alpha. At the same time, a guilty Dora reads one of her self-help books about becoming a devoted Housewife. What’s going to happen when they reunite?
BALLS FORE
A blast from past returns to upset Beth and her carefully ordered life.

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It’s not every day a chocolate penis is wanged in your face.‘Mum. Stop it, you’re in a children’s play centre,’ yells my best mate, Camille. Her shouting only has more people turning towards us.‘Oh, Camille. How do you think all those children were made? If it wasn’t for willies, there wouldn’t be anyone in your business.’‘Talking about business, leave Beth alone.’‘But she’s an expert.’‘Not with penises I’m not.’ I sigh. ‘But chocolate, yes. Cam, go make us a drink so I can have a proper conversation with your mum.’

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Sighing, I follow Dylan through the bank. I can’t help noticing that for an arsehole, his bottom is rather nice. Tight and firm.
He swings round. ‘Are you checking out my bum?’‘No.’ I go to flip my hair but meet nothing as it’s in the damn ponytail.‘Sorry, my mistake,’ Dylan raises his hands in mock surrender. ‘That’s just how it looked. You know, in the reflection there.’ He points to a glass cabinet. I look and see our reflections. Fuck.’It’s a kink in the glass or something. Makes it look weird.’ I fold my arms around myself.Dylan tilts his head as he looks at me. ‘Kink, hey? Hmm.’

What the fuck does she read?I called in sick again. It’s now late Tuesday morning and I’ve spent hours pouring over these books. Billionaires. Cowboys. Rock Stars. I’ve also been through the shelves. Dora already had a couple of the books I’ve bought her. One thing they all have in common? What I have seen termed as an Alpha Male. Basically, you start off treating the woman like absolute shit, but it’s okay because you have issues. It’s not personal, it’s because you’re an orphan. In these books, every one of them is an orphan. Could the authors not be fucking bothered to write parents and family in? Fuck those few thousand words and complications. Road accident for Ma and Pa. Job done. Well, I’m not an orphan but my mum died a few years ago, so that’s something I can work with. I’ll develop some kind of issue with it, to make myself angry.

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Andie M. Long is author of The Alpha series which includes Amazon Number One Erotic Thriller The Alphabet Game; Co-writer of the Amazon Number One Erotic Romance/Adult fiction bestseller The Bunk Up with DH Sidebottom and The Ball Games series, amongst others.
She lives in Sheffield with her son and long suffering partner.
When not being partner, mother, employee or writer she can usually be found on Facebook or walking her whippet, Bella.
Andie will be signing in Liverpool and Newcastle 2017 and York 2018.


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Release Tour ~ Torment by Aleya Michelle

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Title: Torment

Author: Aleya Michelle

Genre: Dark Romance/Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Rebecca Berto, Berto Designs

Image by Lindee Robinson Photography

Models – Denise Emilia & Chad Feyrer

Can two afflicted strangers from the dark side, help each other back to the light?
Willow Steele is a survivor – barely.
Her mother was murdered in front of her.
Eight years old. Nowhere and nobody to call home. Willow did what she had to in order to survive life.
Alcohol.
Drugs.
Rehab.
Faced with a straightjacket, a bare cell at Ferndale and the prospect of going cold turkey from the vices that have been keeping her alive, Willow is furious. She wants her drugs. She wants her freedom. She wants out of this place.
Hunter Edwards is an addict.
Just one taste, to impress a girl, and heroin ended up taking every bit of self-control he’d ever owned.
Six months later he is hooked and spiralling out of control. Break and enters, car accidents, trouble with the law. His mother and the cops sign him into Ferndale as a last resort before shipping him off to the army.
That’s where he sees her. Willow. The girl in the cell.
The dark haired, blue eyed angel that steals his heart.
Can Willow & Hunter help each other through the hardest fight of their lives?
Or will they both fall harder than ever before?
This is a dark romance. It is not for the faint hearted. You’ve been warned…

Born and raised in Sydney, Australia. Aleya Michele is in her thirties and happily married with three gorgeous boys.
Aleya is the author of six full length books and one novella.
Her first love has always been reading, so the writing side is very natural. Favourite books include anything by Abbi Glines, but Fallen too Far is a favourite, Pulse & Collide b Gail McHugh and The Driven trilogy by K Bromberg.
Hobbies are playing netball; shopping and listening to music, which is frequently added to her writing.
Aleya looks forward to introducing her readers to new characters, as her new book’s come out. She totally enjoys this rollercoaster of being an Indie author and hopes others enjoys her writing as much as she loves writing it

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