Cover Reveal: Suit Yourself (Men of London Series #3) by Susan Mac Nicol

Men Of London Series #3
Suit Yourself
by Author Susan Mac Nicol
Release Day, May 21st 2015
Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.
Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nikki Star,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by De-bussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.
Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recaptur-ing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.

Excerpt- Suit Yourself

“Fuck, you look so hot,” Oliver said as he leapt onto the bed and straddled Leslie’s calves. “You have the perfect arse, you know that? Tight and just waiting for me.”
Leslie shivered, those words causing goose bumps to form on his over sensitive skin. “It could be the heel-wearing,” he mused. “I like to exercise my butt muscles when I wear them and dance. They say it’s a good way to tone up.” A hot body covered his and he closed his eyes in bliss.
“You wear heels?” Oliver’s tongue licked at his ear. “That is fucking sexy. I love that image.” His voice was husky, full of de-sire. “Will you wear them for me one day? Let me fuck you in them?” 
Leslie’s heart filled with joy. He had a picture of himself on his phone in a corset, hat and heels. He’d have to show it to Oliver one day and get his engine even more revved up. 
“Oh, God yes,” he exclaimed as Oliver’s tongue trailed down his shoulder blades and back. He gripped the bed sheets tighter at the sensation. “I have this pair of red ones you’ll like, and…oh, hell yes…” His voice tailed off in pure pleasure as Oliver parted his arse cheeks and lapped at his hole. Then the bliss of having fin-gers inside him, opening him wide, rendered him speechless. He gyrated and made little mewling kitten noises as Oliver proceeded to probe his hole, pushing his tongue inside him with wet, sloppy sounds that made Leslie’s cock throb.
He lost himself in the feeling of being explored, dominated and well and truly prepped. When he felt the cool dribble of lube at his hole and between his cheeks he sighed in relief and pushed his backside toward the man currently taking him to such pleasurable heights. When his hips were pulled up and Oliver’s cock nudged his entrance, Leslie pushed back and groaned as it sank deep inside him.
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Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering hus-band, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason.  She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre pro-ductions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can ex-perience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots. 
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pre-tending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good 

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Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: Piece by Piece by Teodora Kostova


Sometimes to reach the surface you have to fall to the bottom first…
For the past ten years, Riley Davis’ life has been overshadowed by the tragic death of his partner. Fluctuating between alcohol induced daze, clinical depression and throwing all his time and effort into his business, Riley doesn’t believe, or even hope, that his life will ever be worth living again. 

Until Sonnie Frye drops by his haberdashery shop, changing his life forever. 

Sonnie is a man who likes getting what he wants, when he wants it. He’s worked hard to establish himself as Queen Victoria theatre’s chief costume designer, collecting multiple awards – and high-profile clients – along the way. Sonnie is used to putting his needs, goals and desires first, unwilling to compromise his own happiness for anybody else. 
Until he meets a handsome shop owner whose eyes are so sad that they immediately tug at Sonnie’s heartstrings. 

Seeing something he wants, Sonnie is determined to get under Riley’s skin and, preferably, into his bed. But he soon discovers the task is not that easy. For the first time in his life, Sonnie may need to put someone else’s needs before his own, and re-evaluate what really matters in life. 

Will the two men stand side by side to overcome their differences, and everything else life throws at them? Or will it all become too much to bear, shaking them to their very core, destroying everything they’ve worked so hard to achieve? 

***Sexual content, 18+ only*** 
***Piece by Piece is a standalone novel. It’s the full story of Sonnie and Riley*** 

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Denise’s Review:
I “read” the audio book to Dance, and am now waiting for the audio for Mask (because I LOVED the narrator), but didn’t want to wait for Piece by Piece. It is a stand-alone, so you should have no problems with the fact that you see all the characters in their relationships.
This story is about Sonnie, the head costumer designer at the Queen Victoria theater, and Riley, a man who is still so caught up in his grief, 10 years after his partner’s death, that it is incredibly hard to fathom that pain.
I won’t pretend that Riley’s ongoing grief, and failure to find a way past it was easy for me to understand, because it wasn’t. I found myself, several times in the book, getting frustrated with Riley, despite the fact that all the experts say that healing from grief happens in its own time. Sonnie was the epitome of patience, which was really fascinating to read, because it is obvious from the beginning of the book that he is a man who previously had been rather self-absorbed, and was used to being at the top of the pile. He only showed his frustration once during the book, and it was entirely warranted.
The relationship between these two was described as very co-dependent by Riley’s therapist, and it shows. Although they are loving and caring, they really have a hard time being separate people for most of the book. When Riley finally realizes that he needs to find himself, it is late in the book and they separate. I really loved how they were able to show their love for one another, but could see that being apart would be devastating to both.
The last few chapters in the book were the toughest for me, and I found myself wishing they had been longer, and more detailed. So much of this book focused on Riley’s grief and how it expressed itself. Yet when it came time to actually deal with that, it was almost entirely dealt with “off-screen”, and at the very end. I would have really liked to have had the chance to see how these two would be able to handle the separation with more than a handful of emails between them. Many months pass in only a chapter or two, which is the intent of the author. However, as a reader, I would have liked to see a bit of how they each handled that separation.
It is obvious that these two learn to love each other, limitations at all. One of the things I appreciated the most was that they became friends long before they became lovers. A true necessary for a story such as this, with a man stuck in his grief for ten long years. 
And the epilogue, that made it all better! So much changed by that point, and it was so nice to see where these two beautiful men landed.
My final determination on this book is 4 pieces of eye candy. Definitely a touching addition to this series.

**One blog commenter will win an e-book copy of Piece by Piece.

Hi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband and my son. I’ve been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job in 2010 when I decided that everything else I’ve tried bores me to death and I have to do what I’ve always wanted to do, but never had to guts to fully embrace. I’ve been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among other things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It’s the only time that I’m truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time – my son has a bigger attention span than me.
When I’m procrastinating, I like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case scenario, get beaten at every Nintendo Wii game by a very inventive kid. 

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Release Day Review: Day and Knight by Dirk Greyson


As former NSA, Dayton (Day) Ingram has national security chops and now works as a technical analyst for Scorpion. He longs for fieldwork, and scuttling an attack gives him his chance. He’s smart, multilingual, and a technological wizard. But his opportunity comes with a hitch—a partner, Knighton (Knight), who is a real mystery. Despite countless hours of research, Day can find nothing on the agent, including his first name! 

Former Marine Knight crawled into a bottle after losing his family. After drying out, he’s offered one last chance: along with Day, stop a terrorist threat from the Yucatan. To get there without drawing suspicion, Day and Knight board a gay cruise, where the deeply closeted Day and equally closeted Knight must pose as a couple. Tensions run high as Knight communicates very little and Day bristles at Knight’s heavy-handed need for control. 

But after drinking too much, Day and Knight wake up in bed. Together. As they near their destination, they must learn to trust and rely on each other to infiltrate the terrorist camp and neutralize the plot aimed at the US’s technological infrastructure, if they hope to have a life after the mission. One that might include each other.

Guest Post: Dirk Greyson

Hello all.  I’m Dirk, the romantic suspense and paranormal alter ego for author Andrew Grey.  Andrew created me because he wanted to write different types of stories.  My first story, Day and Knight is very different form what Andrew’s stories.  For one thing I have a different voice than he does.   Andrew’s stories tend to be on the sweet side, where mine are definitely edgier.  Also, Day and knight is planned as the start of a new series that will feature the same main characters through a number of stories.  That’s a departure from what Andrew does.  So he decided to create me.  I’m the action, adventure, lust, and love with emphasis on action both in and out of the bedroom.  🙂  I really love writing those parts of the story.  For Day and Knight I created two alpha heroes, strong and independent.  However they both have their issues.  Knight is quiet and keeps to himself.  He’s also the seasoned operative and tends to look at Day as a rookie, which really pisses him off.  Day is a near genius.  Data and computers sing to him and he can find anything anywhere.  her they make a formidable pair, if they don’t kill each other first.  
See what I mean?  Day and Knight is a different type of story.  And I expect the adventures will continue in late 2015 with their second story Sun and Shadow. 
Dirk’s Bio:

Dirk is very much an outside kind of man.  He loves travel and seeing new things.  Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends  his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades.  He has a Masters Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job.  But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he’s built.  Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends. 

You can contact him at:

Twitter:  @dirkgreyson

Purchase Link: 


Dreamspinner Press:

Denise’s Review:

When Dirk Greyson (aka Andrew Grey) told me in April that this was coming out, and it was going to be something different, I had to say I was a bit nervous. I mean you know what to expect with an Andrew Grey book. Great characters with flaws, but always finding their HEA by the end of the book. Very different things happening (the man does some amazing research!) from book to book, and yet at the core is love. So, why mess with a good thing???

Well, have no worries!!! Think of this as an Andrew Grey novel, but just drawn out. The characters have a HFN, but the reader leaves the book knowing there is more to come for them. When we met Day, I wasn’t sure what to think of him. I think at first I thought he might be a mousy nerdy technical analyst, and Knight would be the big bad alpha male. Turns out, I was half right. These men both had alpha drawing you in. And it was quite the ride to get there.

Both very closeted, prior to their cruise adventure to the Yucatan area, they end up in bed, and learning more and more about each other along their short journey. It would have been too much to expect these men to be “in love” in just a few short days. However, you know they are on a path to being partners in all senses of the term.

With lots of action, things blowing up, sexual tension that you needed a machete to cut through, and some deep grief to be worked through, these men have quite the road to their HEA, but I am so excited to see where Mr. Greyson is taking us on this ride.

Final determination is 4.5 pieces of eye candy, and I honestly cannot wait to see what is next for Day and Knight.

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Blog Tour Stop Review and Giveaway: Fourth and Long by Michele Micheal Rakes


Irus Beaumont, cornerback for the Highlanders, has an issue with his nemesis: wideout for the Pirates, Jackson McCoy. Partly jealous over Jackson’s skill and ability to scrub coverage, Irus also struggles against an unbearable attraction to the receiver. Firmly ensconced in the closet, Irus also has a no football player rule, leaving his desires for Jackson unfulfilled. Anti-gay sentiment in the league keeps Irus closeted, even though he’d rather be out and proud.

When Jackson McCoy suffers a gay bashing at the hands of his team mates after winning the national championship, he finds himself traded to the Highlanders. Spring training brings out Jackson’s competitive nature, eliciting the aggression of his new team’s cornerback, Irus Beaumont.

In practice, Irus hurts Jackson badly. The injury places Jackson on the reserve roster. Jacks has plenty of time to contemplate his life, career, and his attraction to the sexy cornerback. Off to Orlando for the best rehab where guilt inspires Irus to call him every evening, Jackson can’t stop thinking about Irus, or what the season holds for his team.

Denise’s Review:

happened upon this book and author when my peer blogger Bec from Bike
Book Reviews ( raved about it. I read
something about hot men on men action, football and a nice size length
(he he) and decided that this was a book that needed my immediate
attention. So I was excited to get on this blog tour.

will admit that I didn’t read Saving Kane, the first in this series, so
I came into this book blind but it can definitely be read as a stand
alone. **Warning, there is discussion of childhood sexual abuse.**

These two men, both broken in different ways, were able to find in each other a missing piece to heal the other. 

How Jackson and Irus get together is not your typical m/m romance setup. After a gay bashing, Jackson is traded to Irus’s team, and they become something alongside adversaries. Irus injures Jackson, and they bond following that, as Jackson heads to Florida for rehab.

There are several storylines here that converge, to bring these men to their HFN. Coming out in a sport that is notoriously violent, and being gay just makes it even more challenging. A sexual abuse case that rivals the Penn State one is prevalent. My favorite though, is Miss Beulah, who you will meet through Irus. What a fantastic character, and honestly left me wanting more of her story. I loved that Mikey gave her more purpose than just a side character who pops in and out for moral support. She does that, but has a much bigger place in the story, and I love that Mikey went there with her.

This book is a HFN, as there is more to come for these characters, and the football team. There will be resolution for the football teams, and I forsee a legal trial ahead. However, it was great to see Jackson make good strides ahead in his issues, as he found a soulmate in Irus, who epitomized the big scary football player with a heart of gold. I cannot wait to see where these characters end up.

If I hadn’t known there was another book coming, I might have rated this book 4 pieces of eye candy for leaving us out in the cold at the end. But fortunately the author has been redeemed as book 2 is in the works. 🙂

So, this was an easy 5 pieces of eye candy for me. Hot men, football and an involved and long story. All the things I absolutely love about reading.

Michele Rakes Guest Post: Sex in Romance Novels

Remember back in the day, when if you were lucky, you got
that great paragraph on page 69? Some novel by Kathleen Woodwiss with the
reluctant heroine? The man she was to fall in love with her captor and when he
forces himself upon her… Instead of suffering a tragedy, she blossoms under his
one scornful love.
Bullshit, yeah? Still, though, you recall that spark of
excitement from reading something that usually took place off stage left? There
is a debate on sex in romance novels, either gay or straight, and everyone has
an opinion. Yes, like assholes, but everyone is entitled to that opinion. We
want what we want and we like what we like. Some of us want lust. A few of us
crave the carnal. There are characters meant to suffer and survive. Desire
motivates a lot of people in reality and art seems to imitate that, badly at
There are readers who are over the moon to have the bedroom
hours kept in the dark. As well as those of us who chomp at the bit to see the
guy lashed to the bed with a bit in his mouth. Some of us have dark desires and
some of us have lovey squishy yearnings… And there’s books for all of us.
In my opinion the debate isn’t what books should have, but
what books are for which readers. Desire is a base instinct within humans. Animal
lust. Initial attraction is fueled by this desire. Gay. Straight. Bisexual. We
have people in our lives we love and desire. When a couple first gets together,
there is that flush of heat, the insatiable need to live in each other’s skin.
We fuck like bunnies. Then we fuck some more. Personally, I
like that kind of reality in the books I read. Have I read books with too many
sex scenes? Yes. Only because they no longer propelled the characters forward
in their arc. Each scene needs to grow something between the main characters,
whether it’s hate and anger, love and lust, or the heartfelt desire to spend
the rest of their lives joined at the hip. Sex in a novel must be there for
more than just the feels. We love the feels, but we need movement. We must have
our characters moving in time or else the story becomes stagnant. No amount of
sex is going to save a stagnant story.
Sometimes, I feel l’ve put too much sex in my stories, but
when you’re writing about a character addicted to sex what’s a writer to do?
Make sure every scene accomplishes something vital to the characterization or
plot. A beta reader sent me an honest critique. It was for Fourth and Long. He said
(a paraphrase), “I was thinking, oh not another sex scene, but then I was
surprised. The character’s had grown. They changed. Irus became less selfish.
The scene was about Jackson.” This made it new. Made it more about the feelings
of the two characters involved. There was depth. Emotion. Growth.
Sex, like violence, can’t be gratuitous. In real life,
violence, death, and sex affect real people. For someone involved, it matters,
and for fictional people, it should matter too. There are people who read these
books because they like the idea of sex, just not the real form and function.
These scenes sweep them away into a world of love, lust, and emotion. A world
they either gladly or unhappily watch from outside the window, looking in with
glorious wonder.
On the flip side, there are folks who don’t want to be
bogged down in sex scene after sex scene. Even one is too much. They want plot.
The good guys pitted against the bad with love winning out in the end. The
feels are enough.
So, how should we write?
We write what the characters need and let the readers find
us. If your characters are wanting to fuck like bunnies, let them, but only
show us the most important moments.

All else can happen exit stage left.

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Author Bio

Michele Micheal Rakes lives in a small town in the shadow of a big
mountain. She works as a surgical technologist assisting in the removal of
tonsils and testicles. She has three grown children, two psychotic Egyptian
Mau’s, a husband with hair down to his ass, two Harley’s, and a ferret named
Teeny Tiny Ferret Feet (husband insists her name Little Feet, we all know he’s

Contact Michele Rakes:


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Five-ish Good Questions: Alexa Land

Five-ish good
questions with Alexa Land
(A feature
on Two Chicks Obsessed with Books and Eye Candy)

Today, we are interviewing Alexa Land, bestselling author of Belonging. This is the story of Gianni Dombruso and Zan Tillane. Thank you Alexa for being game to play! 
TCO: Fruit…so many
varieties. I heard from a birdie that “exotic” fruit might turn Zan into a
baseball pitcher. What fruits has he said “Bloody Hell No” to?
AL: Gianni has this crazy idea to shake Zan up a little by
introducing interesting things into his diet. He tries tangelos and kumquats,
but a fruit called Buddha’s hand really pushes Zan over the edge and he tries
to send the fruit flying. Who can blame him, really? Take a look at this bad
boy! See why he calls it a mutant space octopus?!

TCO: Zan is a famous, yet
very reclusive, musician. What would his theme song with Gianni be?
AL: In the book, I actually reference a song called So Beautiful
by Darren Hayes (formerly of Savage Garden). Darren wrote that song for his
husband, and the lyrics are just gorgeous. Give it a listen!
TCO: Gianni, the first
Dombruso POV. He seems to be someone who likes to help. What do we need to know
about Gianni?
AL: Gianni is a really caring individual. He dropped out of
nursing school because of self-doubt, but that nurturing side is still very
much a part of him. At the same time, he’s always felt he needs someone to take
care of him because he thinks he can’t make it on his own. It was great to see
him evolve over the course of Belonging!

TCO: So, I hear that Zan
might look a little like Jared Leto…is that pre or post haircut? Any other
Jared Leto features that come into play here?

AL: Oh, PRE-haircut! Jared became my muse for Zan’s character,
not only because of his (former) long hair and those incredibly soulful eyes,
but because of how relaxed and perfectly at home he is on stage, performing in
front of a crowd of thousands. Here’s one of the photos that inspired me when I
was writing Belonging. I’m not a huge fan of the beard, but those eyes just
kill me!

TCO: Nana gets to be a
Mama again. What is she learning this time around?

AL: She’s never really stopping being a mother. Nana raised her
sons, then her grandsons, Gianni, Dante, Vincent and Mikey, after their parents
were killed. Later on, she started taking in young gay men whose families
disowned them, including Jessie, her limo driver and assistant. In this book,
Nana adds a puppy to the mix, a big, rambunctious mutt she gets from the
shelter. Nana has a huge heart, it’s evident in all she does!
Thank you for interviewing me!
Belonging is approximately 98,000 words and available for
$3.99 on Amazon and Smashwords:
Contact info:
Twitter: @AlexaLandWrites

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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Secret by Kindle Alexander

Title: Secret
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: Summer 2015
Tristan Wilder, self-made millionaire and devastatingly handsome CEO of Wilder-Nation is on the verge of a very lucrative buyout. With tough negotiations ahead, he’s armed with his acquisition pitch, ready to launch the deal of a lifetime. There’s just one glitch. The last thing he expects is to fall for the hot business owner he’s trying to sway.
Dylan Reeves, computer science engineer and founder of the very successful social media site, Secret, is faced with a life-altering decision. A devoted family man with three kids and a wife, Dylan has been living a secret for years. Fiercely loyal to his convictions, his boundaries blur after meeting the striking owner of the corporation interested in acquiring his company. For the first time in his life, reckless desire consumes him when the gorgeous computer mogul makes an offer he can’t refuse.
a few minutes of staring at Dylan, who hadn’t looked his way since he entered
the conference room, Tristan cleared his throat, stopping the flow of the
presentation. “Can you all give me a few minutes alone with Mr. Reeves?”
could feel every eye turned his way. Dylan was slower to respond. He’d been
reading from the contract and lifted his head, business clearly on his mind.
But the minute their gazes met, Tristan got why Dylan had avoided eye contact.
His gaze held a mixture of both heat and need. Sparks flew between the two of
them and Tristan smiled.
heard him,” Landry said and began shooing everyone out. As the last person
left, Landry came to the center of the table, standing between the two of them.
He clearly thought Tristan’s request hadn’t included him.
I need a private discussion with Mr. Reeves,” Tristan said, rising from his
seat at the end of the table. Landry came immediately to him, standing in front
of him, blocking Dylan from seeing or hearing anything he said.
don’t think that’s a good idea,” Landry whispered so quietly Tristan barely
heard him. “We almost have them, I can see it.”
cut his eyes over to Landry’s and motioned with his head for him to move along
out the door with everyone else. Landry’s brow furrowed and he started to shake
his head. Tristan stared at him with intense attitude until he finally left the
room. Tristan had no doubt he’d stand right outside that door. There wasn’t too
much of Wilder, Inc. that Landry wasn’t included in, and he certainly wouldn’t
like being put out of a meeting he’d orchestrated. Tristan moved to a chair
directly beside Dylan who hadn’t uttered a single word since his request for
look nice today,” Tristan said quietly, smiling as Dylan’s cheeks grew red.
that why you made everyone leave?”
of course not. I could have just told you later, but that whole look’s perfect
on you. The hair’s hot. Pinstripes fit your frame remarkably well. You look
taller, more intimidating. Great look for negotiations or the cover of GQ. You
could do both.” Tristan scooted closer. “Did you get my flowers?” he asked even
did. Thank you, but that was a risky move,” Dylan said, clearly ignoring the compliment.
wrote and sealed the card myself. What did you do with the flowers?” Tristan
leaned forward, then moved in a little more, smelling Dylan’s cologne. That had
Dylan pushing back in his chair.
gave them to the concierge that helped me this morning,” Dylan answered and
then backtracked. “I didn’t think I’d be in my room very much and didn’t want
them to go to waste.”
figured you’d do something like that. It’s why I picked those colors. So that
means you’re coming with me tonight?” Tristan asked, his eyes still focused
directly on Dylan’s.
see how things go today. I’m not sure about all this. You lowballed me and I
was just reading about the staffing…” Dylan started, but Tristan lifted a hand
to Dylan’s lips to stop his words. He let his fingers linger as he spoke.
don’t want to talk business yet. I honestly was only informed of the changes to
personnel when I walked in today. From this point forward, you and I will
decide how this sale goes, no one else, but before we do, I want to put
personal before business because they are two separate entities between us.
Will you please go with me tonight? I need to cancel some things if you’re not coming,”
Tristan added at Dylan’s skeptical look.  
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.
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Cover Reveal: Embrace the Fire (Through Hell and Back Book 3) by Felice Stevens

We at Two Chicks Obsessed with Books and Eye Candy are so happy to bring you the cover reveal to Felice Stevens’ third book in the Through Hell and Back series, Embrace the Fire. This is Brandon’s story, and I know so many people are waiting anxiously for this book!!!

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Brandon Gilbert has spent years in hiding, but finally he’s accomplished his dream of working as a public school teacher. When offered the chance to help bullied children, there was no way he could say no. Not to mention that meeting Dr. Tash Weber, the psychiatrist who helps them, a sad yet sexy older man, ignited a spark inside Brandon he’d never had before.

Though five years have passed since the death of his lover, Dr. Sebastian “Tash” Weber has no interest in relationships or love. But young, enigmatic Brandon awakens his heart and his desire. Despite Tash’s best efforts to push him away, Brandon unlocks the passion for life Tash thought he’d lost forever. 

Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan for either Brandon or Tash, but neither family disapproval nor self-doubts can stop them from embracing the fire that burns between them. And when Brandon returns home to fight for a future he never imagined possible, he and Tash discover that the one thing worth fighting for has been with them all along.

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Extended Excerpt and Giveaway: Fourth and Long by Michele Micheal Rakes


Previous book: Saving Kane

Irus Beaumont, cornerback for the Highlanders, has an issue with his nemesis: wideout for the Pirates, Jackson McCoy. Partly jealous over Jackson’s skill and ability to scrub coverage, Irus also struggles against an unbearable attraction to the receiver. Firmly ensconced in the closet, Irus has a no football player rule, leaving his desires for Jackson unfulfilled. Anti-gay sentiment in the league keeps Irus closeted, even though he’d rather be out and proud.

When Jackson McCoy suffers a gay bashing at the hands of his team mates after winning the national championship, he finds himself traded to the Highlanders. Spring training brings out Jackson’s competitive nature, eliciting the aggression of his new team’s cornerback, Irus Beaumont.

In practice, Irus hurts Jackson badly. The injury places Jackson on the reserve roster. Jacks has plenty of time to contemplate his life, career, and his attraction to the sexy cornerback. Off to Orlando for the best rehab where guilt inspires Irus to call him every evening, Jackson can’t stop thinking about Irus, or what the season holds for his team.

The sun shines brilliantly for a spring day in the Pacific Northwest. The warmth is surprising but welcome. The natural grass sparkles as bright and beautiful as a well-manicured golf course. The field’s just waiting to be torn up by a bunch of football-playing foster kids. I’m a little nervous. Not sure what to expect since I’ve never done one of these events. Coach Daily said I’d have a lot of fun, and the kids are great. So here I am.

“Irus, my man! How you been?” A portly black man named Walter advances on me, his cultured Southern accent out of place in the northwestern environment.

“Not too bad,” I say.

“Tough watchin’ those Pirates steal that championship, eh?” Smooth. Dig where it hurts, Walt. Yeah, we all know Walter Park. He’s been around football for a lot of years. No one takes offense at his blunt remarks. The man tells it like it is and sometimes brutally. Today he’s being kind. Sort of.

“Well, you know how it is, shit continues to happen,” I say. “We’ll get ’em next season.”

Walter is a big former defensive lineman. When I say he’s big, I mean he’s gotten larger than when he was playing. I make the mistake of offering to shake the man’s hand. Two sweaty slabs of meat engulf my lone hand. He pumps wildly and leaves me feeling like I’ve got rhino cum all over my palm. When he’s not looking, I swipe my hands down the side of my sweatpants.

“Well, we got some great kids for you to work with, Irus. A great bunch of boys.”

“That’s cool.”

“I’m gonna hook you up with one of the organizers of the event. He’s a wide receiver. Give a defense/offense kind of perspective. Just teach the kids some fundamentals. How to hold the ball, a little pass and catch, nothing too in-depth. Mostly, we need you guys to be role models. Help inspire these kids. Lift them up. Some come from sketchy backgrounds.”

Walter gives me a look, like I’d understand, but my home was never sketchy. The neighborhood maybe, but not the home. A rock-solid foundation. Not traditional, though. Two parents who still love and cheer me on but had nothing to do with the raising of me. My Auntie Linda and Uncle Clyde raised me. He’s a high school football coach, and she’s an English teacher. The summers were spent with my Auntie Beulah in the city. She got me out of the dusty suburbs and introduced me to a whole new way of thinking. Beulah’s the reason I don’t judge people. Well, I try not to judge people. I certainly don’t blame my parents for giving me up. They gave me to Linda and Clyde, who wanted kids but couldn’t have any of their own. Auntie Linda said it was God making everything right. I’m fortunate to be surrounded by a loving family.

“I’m just waiting for your receiver to show up. Then I’ll take you to your kids.” Walter peers around, looking for someone.

I follow his glance, not sure who I should be on the lookout for, when I see Jackson McCoy. Lord, why do you always have to test me here?

Damn, McCoy looks fine. Blond hair reflects the sunlight. The strands lift lightly in the breeze. He’s laughing, joking around with some people from the charity organization. He’s always laughing. I see him on the sidelines all the time. A smile. A laugh. Even when they’re down on points. My gaze wanders to his ass, snug in faded, torn blue jeans. Tattoos peek out of short sleeves and muscles stretch the thin fabric of his T-shirt. Butterflies hatch in my stomach. No, this isn’t good. Not here in front of all these kids. Jesus, he makes me antsy. When I’m antsy, I get angry and stubborn. Auntie Linda says so all the time.

Jackson McCoy turns my way. Big aviator glasses hide his eyes, but bruises form halos behind them, and his nose looks broke. He looks like he’s been playing against the defensive line and someone’s earholed him. With a nod to the guy next to him, he makes his way over to me and Walter.

“Hey, Walt,” he calls.

“Jackson, my boy, glad to have you back. You know Irus Beaumont? It’s his first time here. I was hoping you’d help him out with the kids. You know their trust issues.”

“Hey, Iris, how you doing?” My reflection plays in his mirrored aviators.

“It’s I-rus. Rus. Man, do you have a problem?”

A shining grin breaks his face. I feel awash in it, and it pisses me off.

“Come on, boys. Let’s work together all nice like, okay?” Walter gives me a stern look like it’s all my fault this guy continues to antagonize me. He double-checks me, waiting for a response, before he feels comfortable turning away. I get the feeling he’s in a hurry.

“Sure, Walter. I’ll play nice.” The words nearly stick in my throat.

“Good, good. All right now, boys, I gotta run and hook up some more players. Jackson, you know your group. Show Irus here the ropes. Bye, y’all.”

Walter takes off at a good clip for a fat man, his dark skin sweating in the sunlight, absorbing all the heat. Jackson begins to walk in the opposite direction, and I rush to catch up, getting a nice shot of his ass once more. I resist the urge to smack his ass. Instead, I drop a bit of a shoulder into him to check him up. Just like I do on the field. He takes the impact and rolls with it, not taken off his feet.

It was just a baby hit. Just saying hello. His lack of reaction irks me a little.

“What’d he mean by trust issues? You know these kids?” I ask.

“Don’t you? I sent you a packet with their backgrounds. Didn’t you get it?”

Shit, that’s what that was, damn. “It said Jackson McCoy on the envelope, so I stuffed it down the garbage disposal.”

“I hope it plugged up your sink.” Again he hits me with his sparkling smile.

“So you gonna tell me about these kids before we meet them?”

“I’ve met them. I work with these guys a lot. Most of them come from broken homes. Some of them have parents in prison.” He looks at me. “Moms and dads. Some are in foster care, and others are stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“A rock and a hard place? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jackson stops walking. There’s a group of boys, white, black, and mixed race, who see us coming. There’s recognition on their faces. They all seem to know Jackson, who gives them a small wave, letting them know he’s coming, but it’ll be just a moment.

He turns on me, his voice low and tight. “It means these kids love their parents no matter how hard they hit. They’re not gonna say anything against them.”

“Abuse? Why doesn’t someone step up?”

“We are, Iris. Right now.”

Jackson spins away, and I get a waft of his scent. God, he smells good. This shit isn’t helping. Golden Boy shines so bright in the sunshine. I can’t ignore him. The way his ass moves beneath his jeans. Small and tight. The rigid line of his back. The thin T-shirt revealing the wings of his shoulder blades. I’d love to run my tongue down his spine. Taste the sweat collecting in the furrows of his muscles.

Fuck. I hate that he has this effect on me.

The urge to make the bastard miserable today overtakes my better judgment. I’m
gonna have to get under his skin. Mess his shit up good. Rattle his cage a bit.
Can’t seem to fluster him on the field. Maybe outside the game I can rankle
him. Make him feel as discombobulated as he does me.

Good Lord, if he wasn’t so fine.

A few little kids run up, wrapping tiny arms around Jackson’s legs, and for a
moment, I wonder why these kids take to him so well. Jackson drops to his
knees, getting grass stains on his faded jeans, and starts talking to them on
their level. Seems like he remembers every kid’s name. Asks them questions
about school and family members. They talk to him or shrug their shoulders.

An older boy stands off to the side, smoking a cigarette, and he’s clearly the
subject of discussion from one or two of the boys. The kid’s a pretty big boy.
A redhead with pasty, freckled skin and squinty eyes.

“I’ll take care of it, guys. First I want to introduce you to Iris Beaumont.”

I wave a little. “Irus. Just call me Rus.”

“I know you! I told my momma I want dreads just like yours and to hit as hard
as you.” The boy must be about ten or twelve, skinny and dark just like I was,
and long-legged.

“Oh, yeah? You run fast?”

“Sure do.”

“Think you can take McCoy out if he goes after the ball?”

The boy looks at Jackson and grins. “Oh, yep.”

Jackson laughs. “All right, Kyler, you get to be on Iris’s side. You go play
corner. Get on your island.” Jackson lowers his glasses a bit and winks at me.
A thrill surges through my body, but I keep my angry mask in place. Gotta have
my game face on whenever he’s around.

Jackson divvies up the rest of the children, some of them jumping around to be
on his side because they seem to trust him more than me. I realize he’s already
established himself with these kids.

“I’ll be right back,” he says. “Gotta get Jared on board with you. He doesn’t
like new men.”

I get the footballs out and let the boys horse around for a while as I watch
Jackson out of the corner of my eye. He approaches Jared, who’s almost as tall
as him, and points to the cigarette. The kid hands it over, thinking Jackson
wants a hit, but Jackson snaps it in half. Jared lashes out, knocking the
aviators off Jackson’s face, but that’s about it. Jackson outmaneuvers the kid
easily. I rush over, but just stand there staring at Jackson’s face along with
the kid.

The kid kneels down and picks up Jackson’s glasses. “I’m sorry, Jacks. Who hit
you?” His face is still stern, petulant, and angry. His squinty eyes shift to
me. Color burns hot in his cheeks.

“Jared, I’ve talked about you hitting first and asking questions later. What’ve
I told you?”

“Only on the field.”

I chuckle. I’m thinking D-line for this kid. I can see him taking out a
quarterback. Jackson must be thinking the same thing.

“This guy right here is a defensive player. I’d like you to work with him
today,” Jacks says, clapping a hand on my shoulder. The heat of his palm
sizzles through me. I fight to not shift under his grasp.

“No. I asked you a question. I’ll work with him if you answer me.”

“Jared—” Jackson starts, drops his hand from my shoulder, and leaves me
desperate for his touch.

“How many times you make me talk when I don’t want to? About my mom? My dad?
He’s outta prison you know? Comes to take me for visitation. Leaves me to watch
his other kids, and you want me to talk about how it makes me feel? You won’t
even answer one of my questions? Fuck you, Jacks.”

“Hey now,” I say.

Jackson sighs. “You’re right. You know I’m always here, kid. I’ll always be
here.” He glances at me and continues, “Truth is, I got in a fight with the
D-line of my team.”

A fight? With the whole D-line?

“Why?” Jared demands.

“Sometimes, people don’t like folks who are different. You gotta admit, I’m

Different? How? Like gay, different? Isn’t that what Els said? Shit. I’ve heard
a few ambiguous remarks myself… Fuck, jumping to wishful conclusions here. Now
my fantasies are gonna shift into overdrive. The ghost feeling of his warm hand
on my shoulder tingles with renewed electricity. The sensation goes straight to
my gut. Focus, Irus! This isn’t the time to go all mushy over a pretty blond
wideout. No football players. Never.

“Different how?” Jared asks.

“Well, I’m small. I’m always cracking wise—”

“And that’s irritating as hell. At least he gets your name right, Jared,” I
interject for some levity.

The kid sort of laughs. “I’m different.”

“Naw, you’re just a redheaded stepchild. They make good offensive linemen,”
Jackson says.

“Oh, no, you don’t. This kid’s D-line for sure. He almost sacked your ass.”

Now Jared does laugh. Jackson looks from him to me and back. “Fine, go get ’em,

Jared shuffles off to join my other D-liners. After I watch him go, I turn back
to Jackson. “Fighting with the D-line? You think that’s smart?”

“I fight with you, don’t I? I think it’s rather fun, making you all flustered.”
He looks me up and down with an unmistakable heat in his gaze, slips on his
shades, and walks away.

I’m fucked.

* * * *

The day warms up nicely. We have the kids gathered along the
sidelines. Some are sitting still, while others are like vibrating mechanical
monkeys unable to keep all their parts in one place for too long.

Jackson grins at me, clearly entertained by their shenanigans. “We need to get
these guys on the field soon.”

“What’re they all ADD?”

Jackson chuckles. “No, they’re just excited. It’s hard to sit still and listen
to me explain the game, but some of these little guys are new.”

The kids are jumping around, making tons of noise. Jackson settles them down as
a tall figure strides across the field. It’s Big Terry Branson, McCoy’s

“What’s he doing here?” I ask.

Jackson turns to look and shrugs. “Don’t know. Last time I talked to him, he
wasn’t going to be able to make it.”

Jackson spins around to meet up with Branson about ten yards from where the
kids are sitting. They talk for a minute or so. There’s something dark in
McCoy’s expression, but when he looks at me, he smiles. The smile that gets
under my skin. He and Terry Branson walk up to me. I shake hands with the big

“Nice to see you again, Branson.”

“Yeah, sure. Who are you?”

“Terry, don’t be a dick. You know Irus Beaumont.”

I’m surprised McCoy says my name right almost as much as I’m surprised he calls
Branson on being a dick.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, nice to meet you, Beaumont. You play for the Highlanders,

“That’s right.” I bite my tongue on what I want to say but only because the
kids are in earshot.

McCoy introduces Branson. Some of the kids are excited because they know
Branson by reputation as the most legendary quarterback in the game. Jared’s
less than thrilled. He remains unimpressed with everyone, except maybe McCoy. I
get that he trusts McCoy. I just don’t get why.

“Thanks, Jackson. Hey, kids, it’s a beautiful day for football, yeah?” Branson

“Yeah!” they holler as loud as they can. Some of them jump up in their
excitement. Man, kids are funny. I can see why McCoy looks so happy when he’s
interacting with them.

“Okay, well, why don’t you all sit down, and we’ll go over the fundamentals
here,” Branson says. “Now—“

“Terry?” Jackson interrupts. I think he’s trying to stop Branson from going
over all the material we just covered.

“Hold on.” Branson looks at him. “Just let me take control here for a moment.
All right?”

McCoy shrugs. “Knock yourself out.”

“Okay, kids, let’s talk football.”

This is where he loses half the boys. These guys are savvy. They’re picking up
on some sort of tension between Branson and McCoy. The way Branson uses his
massive height to hover over McCoy. I’m betting the kids side with McCoy over
Branson. Just a hunch. Maybe it’s Branson’s annoying drawl?

“The object of football is to get this ball”—Branson gets one of the kids to
toss him the ball—“into your opponent’s end zone for a touchdown. Now, a
touchdown’s worth six points. If you get a touchdown, you get a chance to score
a PAT. Point after touchdown. It’s a point-after kick through the goalposts.”

Some of the kids look bored, while the younger ones are all ears, still
absorbed in Big Terry’s aura, his hero status. I take the time to check out
McCoy. His glasses hide much of his expression, but his lips are flat, held
tight together. He catches me looking, and instant sunshine in the form of a
smile bathes me. Goddamn it. I mean-mug him and turn back to the kids. I hear
him laugh. Branson, too into himself, doesn’t even notice.

“Now, you get the ball downfield through a series of downs, the ten-yard
increments from the line of scrimmage where the ball and offense lines up
against the defense. The defense tries to stop you. If you’re an offensive
player, you have to do everything in your power to keep a play alive and make
it succeed.”

“How many downs do I get?” a boy in front asks Terry.

The man gives a slight twitch, like a gnat’s buzzing around his head, and
continues. “You get four downs to move the ball ten yards. If you don’t by the
third down, you punt the ball on the fourth, kicking it away so the other team
has to come back deep out of their own end zone. If you succeed in moving the
ball on third down or on any of the downs past the line to gain, you get a
first down and another chance to move the ball.”

“Terry, they—”

Branson cuts McCoy off. “You’ll get your turn.”

Jackson steps up in Branson’s grill and whispers, “I thought you were too busy
for these kids.”

“I had a change of heart. Now move out of the way.”

McCoy holds his ground.

“Jacks?” Jared stands up.

“Sit down. It’s all good. We’ll scrimmage soon, okay?”

Jared nods and sits down. McCoy’s face is flushed. He’s pissed. This ought to
be interesting. I’ve never seen McCoy lose his temper. I know how I’d like to see
him lose it. Writhing beneath me with my dick buried in his ass.

Man, I need to quit thinking about his ass.

Branson sweeps Jackson out of his way and continues yammering at the kids. “The
football field is one hundred twenty total yards. Of that, the end zones are
ten yards deep. It’s set up in a grid of five-yard increments. Six feet
surrounds the field, and on either side is a series of benches for the players
outside that six feet. Inside the six feet is only for situational substitution
players and the coaching staff. Between them is the chain gang who keeps track
of the ten yards with a length of chain, and the officials who make sure the
game play is legal. Then there’s nothing but field with either natural grass or
artificial turf. The artificial turf is more durable, but hurts like a son of a

“What if you can’t get a touchdown?” Jared asks. There’s a tinge of mockery in
his voice. I think I like this kid. Branson seems oblivious to the ridicule.
Doubtful this man is used to people, let alone children, questioning him.

“If you can get close enough for one, you can split the uprights for a field
goal, which is worth three points. If not, you punt it away on fourth down so
the other team has to start from deep in their own territory.”

“Split the uprights?” A tiny little blond kid shifts around as if his ADHD meds
have worn off.

“The goalposts are in the slingshot design with a crossbar and two uprights.
Goalposts are painted yellow.”

“Those ones are white,” Jared says.

Branson stares at him. “Sometimes they’re white.”

McCoy smirks a bit, and Jared grins. He looks like a rat baring his teeth,
yellowed from smoking.

“Now, if you’re at first and goal, which means you’re in the red zone and could
potentially score a touchdown, you have three chances to score. Second and goal
means you’ve failed once but have another shot. After third and goal, the coach
has a decision to make. Does anyone know what that is?”

I shoot my hand in the air, making the kids laugh. “I know. I know.”

“Pipe down, Beaumont.”

Jared stands up. “You either kick a field goal, go for it on fourth, or you
punt. Look, Jacks already taught us all this shit. Are we gonna scrimmage or

Branson ignores Jared again. This guy’s just making all kinds of friends. Jared
looks at me and shakes his head.

“McCoy. Beaumont. Line up and show these kids a little bump and run.”

Well, all right. I can get behind this shit. I’d love to get my hands on McCoy.
Branson tells McCoy the call and waits for us to line up opposite.

“Green eighty. Green eighty,” Branson hollers. “Hut. Hut.”

McCoy explodes off the line.

Nuh-uh. Not so fast, man. I get my hands all over him. I press him. Hit his
chest, which is hard, and he swings his arm down over mine, sweeping away my
hand. Then he’s off downfield, running straight ahead, and I’m with him every
step, my arm around his waist as he turns to look for the ball. He jumps, and I
go with him, trying to get my hand between him and the ball.

Somehow that sneaky bastard snatches the ball outta the air. I drag him to the
ground, landing on top of him, our breaths temporarily knocked out. The feel of
his body beneath me, no pads between us, just T-shirts, jeans, and, for me,
thin-ass sweats, is exhilarating. Which means I’ve got this shit bad, and I
need to step back a bit. Yet I’m looking forward to the next ball to be lobbed
downfield. Fuck me. I could do this all day.

“You see how Beaumont had an arm around McCoy? That’s okay as long as he
doesn’t turn him away from the ball.”

“He’s trying to disrupt the play,” Jared says, clearly annoyed.

“Right. That’s called defense. It’s pass interference if Beaumont turns him or
holds him or, without looking for the ball himself, prevents McCoy from
completing the catch. A defensive player must be looking for the ball too, if
he’s going to intercept it.”

We run a few more plays, and the kids are amped up, but they’re like a pack of
monkeys wanting to take over the field. Branson just won’t let them for some

Once more, Branson sends us downfield. It’s a curl route, meaning McCoy turns
around and comes back to Branson for the ball. It’s a short-yardage throw,
maybe twelve yards, and I hit McCoy the minute his hands are on the ball,
coming over the back of him, trying to punch it out. He holds on to it,
sure-handed, and rolls me into a tumble with him. He gets up grinning like a

“That was fun, but we gotta get these kids out here to play.”

“Whatcha gonna do? Tell Branson to take a hike?”

“If I’ve got to, Iris.”

“I-rus! Rus, boy. Rus!”

He grins and jogs upfield, the ball still in his hand.

Damn, if he just wasn’t so pretty.

We get back to Branson, and he’s already running off at the mouth. “We have
passing routes, or patterns. Hook: A tight end releases downfield and makes a
turn back upfield. Post: a long pass, maybe forty yards or so, where the
receiver runs a vertical route and at the last minute cuts a forty-five-degree
angle toward the post.”

“A what?” asks the kid scratching his nose with one eye closed, presumably
blocking out the sun. His face is screwed up in a look of confusion. These kids
are cute.

“Goal post, kid. Goal post.”

“Hey, Terry,” McCoy calls.

Branson jogs over to meet us. “What?”

“I think Walt wanted you to spend more time with the other groups too. You
know, spread the wealth type thing, and give other kids the benefit of your

“Are you sure?” Branson sort of leans in to him. “I kind of wanted to talk to
you later.”

“Give me a call afterward, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

“Hey, kids. Tell Mr. Branson thanks for helping out!”

“Thanks, Mister Branson,” the younger ones chime in, but Jared and a few others
simply glare as Branson gives a little wave, running off to ruin someone else’s

“Thank God you finally ditched him,” Jared says.

I’m right there with the kid, but Jackson shuts him down. “Show him some
respect. He’s a great quarterback.”

“Was a great quarterback. Because of you,” Jared says with a fair bit of
disrespect toward Big Terry Branson.

Copyright © Michele M. Rakes

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mountain. She works as a surgical technologist assisting in the removal of
tonsils and testicles. She has three grown children, two psychotic Egyptian
Mau’s, a husband with hair down to his ass, two Harley’s, and a ferret named
Teeny Tiny Ferret Feet (husband insists her name Little Feet, we all know he’s

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Cover Reveal: Tricking Chase by Jessie G

**TCO Note: I saw this cover and immediately messaged the author saying “Holy f*uck that is an AWESOME cover. Those eyes capture you right away.” I hope you agree! D.

Book Details
Book Title:          Tricking
Series:                Book 1 in the
Devils Pride MC series
Author:               Jessie
Publisher:            Jessie G Books
Release Date:     May 8, 2015
Genre:                Gay, Contemporary,
Suspense, Romance

Book Blurb

As Sergeant At Arms for Devils
Pride MC, Tyler “Trick” Malone’s take no prisoners reputation make him one of
the most feared and respected members of the club. Unbeknownst to the MC, Trick
indulges his most dangerous secret, traveling out of state twice a year to
trade his cut for the whip he expertly wields at a gay dungeon.
Trick’s well organized life takes
a turn when he saves bar back, and terrified submissive, Chase Ward in a
Georgia dungeon. With his protector and dungeon owner dead, Chase is no longer
safe in the place he once called home. With the new dungeon owners circling
like sharks, he desperately begs for sanctuary in the arms of his savior.
A year later, the MC is still
none the wiser that Trick’s houseboy is anything more than a grateful servant.
Chase knows, if the club finds out their secret, they will kill Trick—the man
he’s come to rely on for everything from the food he eats to the pleasure he
feels to the security he craves. Even when gratitude turns to love, Chase never
expects reciprocation from his ruthless Master. After all, the only way for
them to survive is if Trick remains the heartless bastard the MC knows.
Trick is positive he has it under
control and having Chase around has definitely made his life easier. There doesn’t
seem to be any harm in letting Chase take a part-time job at Velvet Ropes,
especially after meeting privately with the owners. That is until a bomb
explodes at the club, leaving Chase fighting for his life and forcing Trick to
face his long hidden feelings.
Even if Chase survives, that bomb
has done more than rock the foundation of the popular leather club. It’s blown
Trick and Chase’s well-guarded secret out of hiding, putting their lifestyle
and their lives at risk. Now there is only one thing Trick needs to do before
the club gets them and that’s to get revenge on the person who dared to hurt
his precious boy.
Authors Note: Tricking Chase
is a direct spin-off of The Protector, which is book 3 in my Sizzling Miami
series. Though I tried to provide enough details that it isn’t necessary to
have read that book, I cannot really call this a standalone. Tricking Chase
contains an established D/s relationship, hot guys on motorcycles, an
undercover DEA agent named Snake and a few visits from fan favorite Sizzling
Miami characters.

Purchase Link
Since Tricking Chase is a direct spin-off of The Protector,
I’m including a rafflecopter to give away 2 copies of The Protector to 2
winners, and hopefully give new readers some time to catch up before the May 8th
release. The Rafflecopter will run from April 13th – April 15th.

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**Two Chicks Obsessed will also offer of any of Jessie G’s backlist to a commenter on this blog post.


The fact that Ty found Chase’s
worry endearing was a glaring reminder that he was still thinking with his dick
a year later. It was irrelevant that he warned Chase how dangerous staying with
him would be. The boy had nowhere else to go and was riding high on hero
worship and multiple orgasms. Not doing more to push Chase away was the only
regret he had in life. Regretting it didn’t change anything he’d done after. In
the end, nothing else mattered except seeing his collar around that slender
neck and losing himself in Chase’s willing submission.
“Five minutes,” Ty agreed. Chase
didn’t need further clarification. His boy scrambled up and Ty barely had time
to brace before Chase was wrapped around him. Embracing didn’t come naturally
to him, but then boldly asking for such an embrace didn’t come naturally to
Chase. The boy found it comforting and maybe he enjoyed it, but he didn’t have
to say so aloud. And maybe he didn’t look at the clock either, but then Chase’s
OCD wouldn’t let him go too far over the requested time. And just maybe he
would take the opportunity to nuzzle the collar he painstakingly crafted.
Though he was used to welding bike frames, once they had reached their
agreement, Ty knew exactly what kind of collar Chase would wear. One made from
his own hands, with pieces of him carefully woven through. Every time he saw it
resting around Chase’s neck there was such a sense of rightness that it overrode
all common sense.

Author Bio

“Wearer of Many Hats”
is a title that was given to Jessie by a former employer some twenty years ago.
This dubious distinction, along with the job description “everything is
her fault”, came after she fixed an electrical problem during her
interview that the office had been having for years. After that, if anything
went wrong, her coworkers immediately declared it her fault so she’d have to
fix it. This position of importance inspired the owner to convert a closet into
an office, thereby providing her coworkers endless opportunities to refer to
her as “the girl in the closet.”
Today she is still the “Wearer of
Many Hats” and her family has readily jumped on the “everything is her fault”
bandwagon. Most mornings start at 5am, where she stumbles into her home office
(which is step or two up from a closet) to tackle her personal email, watch gay
porn and satisfy her Trivia Crack addiction. By six, she’s caffeinated and
ready to take on the world. Wearing her favorite red power nightgown, she expertly
designs websites, provides SEO and social media services, freelances as a
bookkeeper, cooks, cleans and writes.
Writing has been the elusive,
life-long goal that seemed to be getting further away as the years went by. It
took 30+ years to achieve, but she’s decided that timing is everything. The
world wasn’t ready for m/m romance back then, and now that it is, the girl in
the closet has finally found her writing home.
Jessie is a firm believer in
marriage equality, love at first sight, power dynamics and happily ever after.
She’s a lover of strong secondary characters and series filled with families,
biological or chosen. All are themes you’ll find throughout her books.

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Cover Reveal and Blurb: Finding Their Way (Restoration #2) A.M. Arthur

(Isn’t this a great cover? LOVE it!!!)

Finding Their Way
(Restoration #2)


Thanks to an
abusive father and a string of bad relationships, Riley McCage learned the hard
way that people are not kind without a reason. Now, after landing a job at
popular gay bar Pot O Gold, Riley is on the right track—until the night Boxer
finds him drunk and drugged in the back room of an exclusive sex party.

“Boxer” Boxwood wasn’t looking for anything beyond some casual kink
until he peeled Riley off the floor and gave him a safe place to stay. But there’s
something compelling about the guy crashing on his couch, and the two forge an
instant friendship that eases into unmistakable attraction. Despite Riley’s
hesitancy, Boxer knows one thing to be true: he needs Riley in his life.
Riley risked
everything to run away and build a new life for himself, and his secrets aren’t
something he’d ever wish upon his kind, gentle new friend. But when the past
comes to call, he’ll have no choice but to put his trust in Boxer…and believe
people can change enough to deserve a second chance.

Purchase Link: Book 1 in the Restoration Series:

Getting It Right (The Restoration Series)

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