Cover Reveal: Texas by Lila Rose


What in the hell is she meant to do with this version of Texas?!

Texas, an all-new compelling MC standalone romance in the Hawks MC Next Generation Series from USA Today bestselling author Lila Rose is coming October 11th, and we have the first look at the smoking hot cover!

Growing up around the Hawks Motorcycle Club, Maya and Texas have been in each other’s lives seemingly forever. Maya’s crush on her brother’s best friend has lasted almost as long.

Older and somewhat wiser, she knows the man who’s always had her heart will never see her as anything other than his friend’s sister. But try as she might, she can’t escape him. Everywhere she goes, Texas is there, and now it seems like his eyes are always on her.

What in the hell is she meant to do with this version of Texas?!

Recovering from an injury and feeling nothing but Maya’s calming presence, Texas finally sees the possibilities right in front of him. There’s nothing like a punch in the gut when his eyes are pried wide open.

Now he’s on a mission to prove to Maya his playboy ways are over and that he can be the man she needs and deserves. Life is too short not to take what really matters, and to him, that’s Maya.

Note: This is book three in the stand-alone Hawks MC: Next Generation series. Like a lot of Lila’s MC books, you’ll discover romance and heat wrapped up in the love of an MC family.


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Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young age.

Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children.

She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC series: Holding Out. Since then, she has published twenty-five other titles, which range from romance, humorous romance, and paranormal.

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New Release Book Review: Scarred Strings by Tania Joyce

Tanya Joyce has once again delivered an emotional read, pulling on the heartstrings from the very start.

Flint is struggling desperately with the loss of his brother in a car accident, a loss he blames himself for. After being unable to play or sing since his death, his band is on the verge of losing their contract. He’s given three months to turn himself around and get back to writing and recording some new songs. His manager sets him up with Sutton, an actress who is trying to change her image from sweet to edgier, the hope is they will help each other turn things around.

Sutton was very stubborn, determined to make her career as an actress happen, which is a good thing, but she couldn’t see anything else except that one goal. Having been burned by her father and an ex-boyfriend, she is also not willing to trust that people won’t do wrong by her or leave her. She is also very naive in many ways.

I really liked Flint, he cared far more about everyone else than he did for himself and would do whatever he could to help them, sometimes to the detriment of both parties. Sutton was hot and cold for me, I liked her, but she frustrated me at times. The chemistry between them is immediately apparent but they put rules in place to stop anything from happening, these rules get reviewed several times as their feelings grow and they can’t ignore what is occurring, there is plenty of steam to be had in this novel. Where Flint gives with all his heart, Sutton has hers walled up tight. I really enjoyed seeing them both grow and heal as they explored what was between them.

I really liked Flint’s two bandmates Cole and Slip as well as their manager Blake and I’m looking forward to reading their stories as the series continues.

Catching up with characters from the Everhide series was a nice addition and I’m expecting to see more of them in future books.

Blog Tour: Review & Giveaway: Frat Wars: Presidential Chaos by Saxon James

FRAT WARS: PRESIDENTIAL CHAOS

Frat Wars – Book Three

by Saxon James



Review

I think this is my favourite in the Frat Wars series. I really liked Zeke and Charles and enjoyed the push and pull dynamic they had between them. They are both drawn to each other despite desperately not wanting to be, neither are out and proud and they are from opposing frats which is supposed to make them enemies.

I really liked the chemistry between Zeke and Charles and how once they really became aware of each other in more than a frenemies kind of way, they couldn’t stay away from each other. Having to deal with someone trying to take down Zeke’s fraternity and trying to cast the blame on Charles and his fraternity might have pushed them to work together, but it was the respect and chemistry between them that turned them into friends and lovers.

There was humour alongside the more series matters that were going on and I felt it was all really well balanced.

I loved getting to know these two and enjoyed seeing their feelings for the other change. I liked how as they got closer, caution was thrown to the wind on both sides and standing by each other became the most important thing.

I liked catching up with the other couples from the previous books, I will still never understand the whole fraternity scene but I’ve enjoyed the series nonetheless.

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Synopsis

Zeke

Being President of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders.
Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed.
None of it fazes me.
But senior year is almost over, and I’m ready to take a step back.
Until the hazing rumours start.
I might not know where they’re coming from, but I know they’re total BS.
Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we’ve broken the number one rule on the row: Don’t get the dean’s attention.
I need to find out who’s driving the lies.
And all evidence points to one person.



Charles

I never wanted to become Kappa President.
The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I’ve always been … drawn to him. Fascinated.
And maybe a little attracted too.
Pity I’ve never been more than an afterthought to him.
But when rumours start to circulate about hazing, and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke’s radar.
I want to help him get to the bottom of it all.
And with his attention finally on me, I want to tell him how I feel.


Release Date: August 3, 2022

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Genre: M/M College Romance
Trope: Friends with benefits to lovers, rivals to lovers


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Blog Tour: Review & Giveaway: Mike Bravo Ops: Rogue by Eden Finley

MIKE BRAVO OPS: ROGUE (Mike Bravo Ops #2) by Eden Finley

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Release Date: July 13, 2022

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Genre: M/M Military Romance
Trope: Frienemies to lovers, found family



Review

Once again I enjoyed this entertaining novel, the second in this series. Trav and Dylan were an unlikely couple, but really worked well together even when they were being sarcastic or snarky because that was the way they communicated.

When Dylan runs into trouble on the job and doesn’t know who he can trust, he runs for help from the guy he considers a pain in the backside and possibly not someone who follows the law, but at the same time, he knows he can trust Trav to keep him safe.

These two have a little history, a brief encounter in a bar and then a misunderstanding on a mutual job, it’s caused lots of tension over the years, and Trav has made the most of the time to stick it to Dylan whenever he can. Despite this, they both have a degree of respect for each other. Trav is full of sarcasm and snark, but this is how he tries to keep his heart from being broken. Now they’ve been thrown together, they have to readjust their feelings for each other and what they want for the future. But first Mike Bravo Ops needs to uncover how far the corruption goes in Dylan’s team and within law enforcement.

This was a fun read with OTT action and plenty of bad guys that need to be taken out to keep Dylan and the team safe.

I enjoyed catching up with the rest of the team they provided much entertainment.

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Synopsis

TRAV

I remember the first time I met Dylan Rodriguez. It was one sweaty encounter I’ll never forget.

The second time we met, he arrested me. I can still see the hot scowl on his beautiful face as he slapped handcuffs on me and realized I was … me.

Dylan’s main goal in life is to forget he ever met me. My goal is to make him mine.

Turns out, I’m better at this game than he is.


DYLAN

When my law enforcement career falls to pieces in front of my own eyes, I don’t know who I can trust.

I have nowhere to go. No one to turn to.

Asking Trav for help is a last resort, but I’m desperate.

If he can’t get me out of this mess, I may as well turn myself over to the guys hunting me down.

I’m not sure which will be more difficult: protecting my life or my heart.

Because when it comes to love, my heart wants what my brain doesn’t. It wants Travis West.

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Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff.

She doesn’t take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and she does her best to turn them into romances with heart.

With a short attention span that rivals her son’s, she writes multiple different pairings: MM, MMF, and MF.

She’s also an Australian girl and apologises for her Australianisms that sometimes don’t make sense to anyone else.


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Cover Reveal, Excerpt & Giveaway: Frat Wars: Presidential Chaos by Saxon James

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FRAT WARS: PRESIDENTIAL CHAOS

Frat Wars – Book Three

by Saxon James

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Release Date: August 3, 2022

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Genre: M/M College Romance
Trope: Friends with benefits to lovers, rivals to lovers



Synopsis

Zeke

Being President of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders.
Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed.
None of it fazes me.
But senior year is almost over, and I’m ready to take a step back.
Until the hazing rumors start.
I might not know where they’re coming from, but I know they’re total BS.
Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we’ve broken the number one rule on the row: Don’t get the dean’s attention.
I need to find out who’s driving the lies.
And all evidence points to one person.

Charles

I never wanted to become Kappa President.
The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I’ve always been … drawn to him. Fascinated.
And maybe a little attracted too.
Pity I’ve never been more than an afterthought to him.
But when rumors start to circulate about hazing, and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke’s radar.
I want to help him get to the bottom of it all.
And with his attention finally on me, I want to tell him how I feel.


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The door to Hush Hush creaks as I open it, then pause and strain my ears. A noise. Fuck. Breathing, and the soft scuff of feet.

Sure, the one time my nerves took a back seat and I messaged him, our hookup is going to be foiled.

Gut sinking, I’m about to back out of the room when a familiar voice fills the darkness.

“That you?”

He’s here.

He’s here first.

In all the times we’ve done this, I’ve always been the one waiting for him.

I swallow back my sudden excitement as I duck inside and close the door. Even though I’m confident with where I’m going, it’s harder to find knowing Zeke is already there waiting.

“It’s me,” I whisper, and strong hands grasp my outstretched arms. He tugs me in so my body collides with his, and a soft oomph puffs from my lips.

His gravelly hum by my ear gives away that he’s smiling. “You messaged me.”

“You said—”

“I did. And I meant it.” He releases his hold to wrap his arms around me. Warm, big hands splay over my back, and I lean in to inhale the smell of chlorine. It centers me and gives my heart that extra incentive to keep beating. “You looked so stressed today.”

I’m rendered speechless by that. We never talk about real life here, not specifics, anyway. Nothing that can remind ourselves of the person we’re actually with. No names, no details. Just a nameless body in the dark. This is all supposed to be a quick transaction before we go back to our lives and pretend this never happened. Like always.

But something’s … off.

Zeke pushes his thigh between my legs, and the contact wakes my cock up. His lips brush my ear as one of his big hands palms my ass, holding me tighter against him. I can’t place what’s changed, but something in the way he’s touching me feels different.

“I was,” I say, only just remembering to answer him. “Everything going on is … a lot.”

“I’ll say.” His voice is warm and soft, like it usually is when we’re here together. The slow, deep tone always sends tremors through me, and tonight is the same.

Instead of fighting them, I let it happen, grinding my cock into his leg as I run my hands over his chest. I’ve seen him shirtless so many times but never while I’ve been touching him. I’d retake my fucking LSATs to have that privilege. To trace his tattoos with my fingertips.

Zeke leans down to suck a spot under my ear, and I tilt my head right back so he has access. His mouth is right there on my skin, and all it would take is a short turn to the left for our mouths to connect. For us to be kissing. Could I do it this time? Have things changed that much?

Before I can do it, Zeke spins us and presses me into the wall. His body blankets mine, one hand lightly cupping my jaw while the other slowly runs from my chest to my hip. He lets out a heavy exhale, and I have no idea what he’s groping when I don’t have muscles like his.

“So tense … Relax …” he murmurs.

“Not exactly easy.”

“Isn’t that what I’m here to help with?”

I tug him closer. “You are good at it.”

“Exactly. Focus on that.”

I’m trying, but while Zeke wrings me out in amazing ways, being with him has me coiled so tight I could burst.

Relax, Chuck.”

I gasp. “Y-you said my name.”

“You said my name last time. And we talked about it yesterday. I can’t separate it now, and it’s totally your fault.”

“So … you’re, umm, picturing me? Right now?”

His chuckle is husky. “I’ll go you one better.” He shifts, and before I know what he’s doing, a light bursts between us.

I flinch at the sudden burn in my eyes, and when my vision clears, I blink up at him. His intense gray stare is trained on me, and he’s placed his phone on the shelf beside us, giving everything sharp shadows that make his face look thinner and harsher. It makes his eyes more intense.

My knees feel weak.

His lips hitch up on one side. “Hi.”



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Release Blitz: Book Review, Giveaway & Excerpts: The Kite by NR Walker

Review

This was a great action-packed read with two men who become unlikely allies and then unlikely friends and lovers. I really liked both Harry and Asher, they both had sad backgrounds and the job they did only made their loneliness and isolation from meaningful relationships more obvious. When they are thrown together because their lives are both in danger there are plenty of issues for them both to work through for them to learn to trust each other.

This novel was darker and much less sweet than some of NR Walker’s other novels, but I really enjoyed it and she did a great job of keeping my interest and conveying all the situations they were in, the different countries and areas they passed through and the many emotions these two heroes went through on their journey to find safety and love.

What scared me the most about the corruption situation in this novel was the thought that our governments and those in power probably are behind assassinations and manipulations throughout the world and we know nothing of this. Is this a good thing or a bad thing and who is policing those in power making those decisions?

While there was action, chaos and danger, there was also humour and plenty of chemistry between Harry and Asher which I really enjoyed. Even when they first met and didn’t trust each other at all, they had respect for each other and I liked how that respect grew into something more. Once this happened there was plenty of sweetness between them.

Thanks to Netgalley and BlueHeart Press for a digital copy of this novel in return for an honest review.


Blurb for THE KITE

Ex-Australian Specialist Response Group, Tim “Harry” Harrigan, has been running covert ops for almost a decade. A lone wolf, he’s single-handedly taken down terrorists and national security threats, or so he thinks. He’s been in the game far too long, and when he sees a familiar threat, he knows his time is up.

Asher Garin is a dangerous man. A man without loyalty, a man without a nationality, without a country, or a home. He’s also a mercenary for hire to the highest bidder. His next job is a face he recognises, and after a tip-off, he learns he too is a marked man.

It’s a different game now, and Harry and Asher have a better chance at surviving if they stick together. But it’s not just the game or the rules that have changed. The stakes have too.

Because on their own, they had nothing to lose. Together, they do.

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Genres: LGBTQ+ Romance, Suspense

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Caution: on-page physical and gun violence. Reader discretion advised.

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Harry crossed the street. No one crossed after him, but whoever was after him was closer now.

He could feel it.

That cold stab of dread, sixth sense, gut feeling. Like icy fingers down his skin.

And if someone was after Harry, it wasn’t good. He was the hunter, never the hunted. If he was the mark . . .

Christ. He was the mark.

Harry ducked past two women, slipping through a narrow utility alley, and he ran. He was being chased now, silent and fast. At the end of the alley, he turned left and went through an open door, up a set of stairs to the roof, his heart hammering.

He ran along the roofline, exposed but faster than on the street. He heard footsteps chasing behind him but didn’t dare turn around, and as the muted whirr of a bullet pinged past his head, he jumped.

He knew the sound of that gun. It was a SIG Pro 9mm with a suppressor.

French special forces, standard issue.

He landed on a first-floor balcony, using his momentum to leap again, this time to the ground. Pain shot through his ankle but he kept moving, down another alley, and through an open door and into a darkened hall.

Hands grabbed him, spun him and pinned his back against the wall as the door closed behind him. In half a disorienting second, Harry pulled his gun to his assailant’s head at the same time he realised he had a pistol pressed against his.

Eyes flashed in the dark, familiar and close. A man’s body pressed him hard to the wall, their chests heaving. A hand covered his mouth.

“Shh.”

Harry didn’t dare breathe, his finger on the trigger, still aimed at the man’s head. The cold press of metal against Harry’s temple told him to wait.

The sound of feet outside came running. The crackle of a radio, a French voice just outside the door. “I’ve lost him.” The footsteps faded, and only after a long moment did the man move his hand from Harry’s mouth.

Harry could see then who it was.

Asher Garin.

Asher fucking Garin.

Adrenaline exploded through Harry’s veins and he started, pushing his pistol harder into Asher’s temple. Asher gnashed his teeth. Anger and defiance flashed in his eyes. “Keep quiet or you’ll kill us both,” Asher hissed, barely a whisper.

His words didn’t make sense.

Asher had saved him?

If there was anyone on the planet sent to kill Harry, it would be Asher. He was the only other man good enough. They were the top two government assassins in the world. Yet Asher had just saved him from the French?

Keep quiet or you’ll kill us both.

Both?

After an eternity, Asher released him, though he kept his pistol aimed at Harry’s head. “We need to get out of here,” he murmured.

Harry’s heart was thundering. His finger itched to pull the trigger. Itched. “The fuck?”

Asher held up his phone to show Harry the screen. “Sent to all agencies.” An assignment, just like any other. Just like any of the thousand he’d received in the last decade. Locations, dates, names, and photographs.

Two photographs.

Harry’s blood ran cold, and his eyes met Asher’s.

Asher nodded, his stare intense. “You and me; double hit. They want us dead. You’re a kite, and your government just cut you loose.”

Harry grappled with his fight or flight instinct, his heart hammering, his ankle throbbing. But given two men had just tried to kill him and the fact Asher hadn’t killed him—and the assignment on his phone screen—Harry could assume what Asher said was true.

Asher must have seen the realisation in Harry’s eyes because he slowly lowered his gun. Just an inch. “We need to trust each other,” he whispered. “The only chance we have is if we stick together. Can you do that?”

Trusting any other person went against every cell in Harry’s body, but what choice did he have? If he said no, one or both of them died right here. If the assignment was sent to all agencies, there wasn’t a country or government anywhere in the world that could protect them.

Harry had no choice.

Answering without a word, he took his finger off the trigger.


Excerpt Two

“You were here to kill me?” Harry asked. “I was your assignment? Three days ago?”

Asher nodded, almost cheerfully. “Yes.”

“So why didn’t you do it?”

Asher shot him a wary look and chewed on the inside of his lip for a second before he concentrated on the traffic for a moment. “Because it was you.”

Harry stared at Asher, at his gorgeous profile, at the hint of a smile on his lips. “I never realised you were a fan.”

Asher laughed, not entirely a happy sound. “Not quite. But I thought about it, what it meant that they wanted you dead. I knew you wouldn’t have done anything wrong, which means they’re cleaning house, and if they’re getting rid of you, then I had to be next.” He shrugged again. “Then my informant sent me the picture this morning. I can only guess they sent me to kill you so we’d be in the same place at the same time. Convenient to have us both taken out.”

Harry thought about what Asher was saying. It made sense. Except . . . “You knew I wouldn’t have done anything wrong? So you are a fan.”

Asher rolled his eyes. “We’ve been doing this a long time, you and me. I’ve followed your work. Keep-your-enemies-closer kind of deal. And anyway, there’s a reason you’re the second best.”

“The second best?”

Asher looked right at him and laughed, and Harry hated that he found him attractive.

Christ.

“You never received an assignment for me?” Asher pressed.

Harry shook his head. “No.”

“Shame,” Asher mused. “I’m a little disappointed they never sent you to try and kill me. It would have been fun, no? To finally see which of us would win.”

Was he enjoying this? He certainly looked like he was, like this was all a game.

Harry glared at him. He had more confirmed kills than Asher, and they both knew it. Asher was renowned for sniping, clean and efficient, from a distance; no one ever saw him. The man was an enigma. Harry was better on the ground, close combat. Oh, he could do stealth when he had to, but he had no problems backing himself in close quarters. “What’s in Morocco?”

Asher shot him a look. His jaw bulged. “It’s not Europe.”

Both men were quiet for a while. Traffic was light as they left the city. The weather was good. Harry did his best to ignore the pain that was now radiating through his ankle and foot and up his shin.

“How bad is it?” Asher asked.

“How bad is what?”

“You’re injured. You took pills before and you have sweat on your brow.”

Goddammit.

He couldn’t let himself be a liability. If he slowed Asher down, Asher would simply rid himself of the deadweight. Harry knew this because he’d do the same.

“I’m sure it’s just a sprain,” Harry admitted. It felt worse than that, but he’d never admit it. Anyway, he’d endured worse.

“When you jumped off the roof,” Asher deduced. “That was stupid, by the way.”

“It was jump or be shot. I’d take my chances with the jump, thanks.”

They were quiet again, the miles flying by.

“So,” Harry said eventually. “What’s your plan? You didn’t just not kill me when you had a chance. You saved my ass. And I’m not buying the whole us-against-them bullshit.” He waited for Asher to look at him. “What do you need me for?”


Excerpt Three

Asher watched Harry sleep. Much like he’d watched him these last three days. Much like he’d watched him these last eight years. Harry had been on the scene for two years when Asher started, and he’d known of him by reputation before he’d ever laid eyes on him.

He’d never forget when he first saw him. Six-foot-three inches tall, three-feet wide. The man was a mountain. A ruggedly handsome mountain. How he’d remained off-radar was beyond Asher. He wasn’t exactly difficult to miss.

He had sandy blond hair cut short and blue eyes sharp enough to cut glass. His nose had been broken at some point. He had a scar above one eyebrow. His whole face had healed nicks and bumps, evidence of a decade of war.

It just made him more attractive.

Asher had considered, very briefly, in fulfilling his contract to kill Harry. Driving to Madrid, he was certain he could do it. Just another job. Safe distance, sight the target, pull the trigger. Easy.

Until he saw him.

What Asher had told Harry was the truth. The fact they wanted Harry dead meant Asher was also on that list. Of that, he had no doubt. Then he got the assignment screenshot. Seeing the French mercenary follow Harry into the street had put Asher into motion without him even realising it. His mission, his entire life, changed in a single heartbeat.

He’d wondered if Harry would try to kill him on sight. Sure, Harry had put his pistol to Asher’s temple, but he was never going to pull the trigger. Asher’s words had struck a chord. Not to mention the fact he’d saved his ass.

Seeing his eyes flash with recognition, with steel, had been unexpected.

Pressing him against the wall in the dark was another bonus.

Dangerous, exciting. Hot.

He looked like a different man asleep across from him now. Still annoyingly handsome but . . . smaller. Peaceful. That harsh set to his eyes was gone. The permanent scowl was softened.

It was almost a shame to have to wake him.

Except he didn’t have to. The man driving the boat made the mistake of opening the door with a thud, and in a split second, Harry was on his feet, pistol drawn, aimed at the intruder. The poor man fell backward in shock and Asher couldn’t help himself.

He laughed.

He motioned for Harry to back off, helped the man to his feet. “That’s why I didn’t want to wake him,” Asher said in Spanish. “He’s a little grumpy.”

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N.R. Walker Bio

N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

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Cover Reveal, Excerpt & Giveaway: Rogue by Eden Finley

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MIKE BRAVO OPS: ROGUE

Mike Bravo Ops #2

by Eden Finley

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Release Date: July 13, 2022

Cover Design: Cate Ashwood Designs
Photo: Peter Henry Serres
Model: Alex

Genre: M/M Military Romance
Trope: Frienemies to lovers, found family




Synopsis

TRAV

I remember the first time I met Dylan Rodriguez. It was one sweaty encounter I’ll never forget.

The second time we met, he arrested me. I can still see the hot scowl on his beautiful face as he slapped handcuffs on me and realized I was … me.

Dylan’s main goal in life is to forget he ever met me. My goal is to make him mine.

Turns out, I’m better at this game than he is.


DYLAN

When my law enforcement career falls to pieces in front of my own eyes, I don’t know who I can trust.

I have nowhere to go. No one to turn to.

Asking Trav for help is a last resort, but I’m desperate.

If he can’t get me out of this mess, I may as well turn myself over to the guys hunting me down.

I’m not sure which will be more difficult: protecting my life or my heart.

Because when it comes to love, my heart wants what my brain doesn’t. It wants Travis West.


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I should give motivational speeches. Three ways to tank your career with one botched raid.

One: Sleep with your target.

Two: Find absolutely no evidence at the scene.

And three: Sleep with your fucking target.

As I stare into the interrogation room behind a two-way mirror at the man who, in my own words, fucks like a god, I want to recoil in embarrassment and shame.

Definition of irony: Newly promoted DEA agent has sex with drug smuggler.

“He’s asking for you,” Special Agent Walker says. “He knows you by name.”

And thanks to the file I was given, I know his full name. Travis West.

I’m regretting giving him my name. Then he wouldn’t be able to ask for me.

I should’ve walked away the minute he pulled his amazing cock out of my ass. No names. No words needed.

“Do you know him?” Walker asks.

Intimately. “We met once. At a bar.” Where he made me come so hard I almost blacked out. I’m not telling my senior officer that.

“Well, he’s the only one who hasn’t lawyered up, but he’s refusing to speak to anyone but you.”

I grunt. How am I supposed to go in there and act like I haven’t had his dick inside me? Worse yet, how am I supposed to stop him from spilling our history, however brief, while I’m questioning him?

My boss will be watching.

Maybe if we’d found the drugs, my unwitting tryst with a suspect could be forgiven. But that ship was clean. How could I have been so wrong when I was convinced that Jason Carter was one of the biggest drug lords in the US with ties to Mexican cartels.

I want to tell my boss I won’t get any information from interrogating Trav, but I already know what his response will be. You don’t know until you try.

Then Trav glances up and smiles at his reflection in the glass, but I know he’s actually directing it at me. Like he knows I’m about to cave.

“Okay. I’m going in.” And on my way, I’m making a new rule for myself: No more random, anonymous hookups.

I enter the interrogation room and try to stay passive, but his sexy voice immediately throws me off kilter. Not because of the deep rumble of his tone, but because of what he says.

“Do you think you could take these off?” He lifts his hands where he’s cuffed to the table by a chain. “I’m not used to handcuffs being around my wrists.”

Fucker. He knows what he’s doing. Because now all I can picture is him fucking me while I’m restrained.

“Sure.” I guess I’ve decided to play good cop. Passive and friendly, but not flirty.

I release him, and he rubs his wrists like they’re so sore.

“You weren’t cuffed for that long.”

“I know, but I’ve seen people do that in movies.” He leans back in his seat. “So how have you been? I didn’t think I was going to see you again.”

“This isn’t a social chat. I need you to tell me everything you know.”

“Find any drugs yet?” That tiny twitch of his lips tells me he’s in on the operation. He knows what’s what.

“What makes you think we’re looking for drugs?”

“You’re the Drug Enforcement Administration. I’d hope you were looking for drugs, or I have to tell you, you might not be very good at your job.”

“But I’m sure you’re good at yours. What is your job exactly?”

“Ooh, smooth interrogation tactic there, Dylan.”

“My name is Agent Rodriguez.” My stupid voice cracks on my last name, making it basically unintelligible.

“What’s that? Rogue-riguez? That sounds promising.” He leans forward. “You willing to go rogue to get the answers you want?”

Rodriguez. And no. I’m sure I could cut a deal for you and your friends, though … if you cooperate. You were the muscle, right? Hired to protect the cargo without actually knowing what you were protecting?”

“Are you implying I’m a dumbass who’s unaware of my surroundings?”

Now I lean in, locking eyes with him across the table. “Are you telling me you know more than you’re letting on?”

Trav smiles. “Damn. Your interrogation skills really are on point. I’m impressed.”

“Impressed enough to tell me what you know?”

“I know lots of things. Useless trivia, mostly. Do you like trivia nights? There’s a really laid-back bar I like to go to when they have trivia. It’s called the Aqua. You ever been?”

The Aqua doesn’t do trivia nights. I should know. It’s where he dicked me out in a bathroom stall.

“Can’t say that I have.”

It’s not like the other guys in my department are unaware that I’m gay, but I like to keep my private life, well, private at work. They all know, but I don’t want them to know details—like where I frequent. I get the feeling that was Trav’s way of gauging whether I’m out or not, so I shut him down. Maybe then he won’t hint at what happened between us.

My job depends on that staying quiet.

Trav eyes me, and I get the impression he’s trying to figure out if I’m denying it for the sake of denying it or if I’m closeted.

Trav glances at his watch and then back at me. “I want to cut a deal.”



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Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff.

She doesn’t take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and she does her best to turn them into romances with heart.

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New Release Book Review: An A-List for Death by Pamela Hart

I really enjoyed catching up with Poppy again, she was lots of fun in Digging Up Dirt and not much has changed, she is still managing to get herself involved in multiple mysteries and crimes and taking it upon herself to help investigate. When Poppy’s aunt’s best friend is found bleeding and unconscious by Poppy, she is drawn into family secrets and plots and is determined to help work out what happened and who is out to get her, if anyone even actually is. Poppy is easy to like and the people around her all seem to trust her, she also likes to think the best of people even when they don’t deserve it.

She is in a relationship with Tol who she got together with during the previous book and I really like him, he was excellent support for Poppy when things spin out of control even when he becomes a suspect in the case. I hope they can make their relationship last.

There was once again a whole cast of characters from Poppy’s coworkers and her family, the police and the many suspects in what turns into several mysteries and murder attempts. I didn’t like two police officers who once again investigated the crimes, Detective Chloe Prudhomme blew too hot and cold for me, she was also hostile one minute and friendly the next, I really found her unpleasant and didn’t understand why Poppy seemed to like her.

There were plenty of threads to tie together in An A-List for Death and plenty of suspects and twists and turns while uncovering who was who and who did what. There was humour and some romance and plenty going on to keep me entertained.

I look forward to more Poppy McGowan cosy mysteries because there is no way I can see Poppy staying out of trouble in the future.

Cover Reveal, Excerpt & Giveaway: Platonic Rulebook by Saxon James

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PLATONIC RULEBOOK

Divorced Men’s Club – Book Two

by Saxon James

Release Date: June 15, 2022

Cover Design: Story Styling Cover Designs

Photo: Wander Aguiar Photography

Model: Sam M.

Genre: M/M Later-in-Life Romance
Trope: Friends to lovers, second chance at love



Synopsis

Griff

Walking away from my marriage was my idea of a fresh start.

My kid is in college, my ex-wife and I are on good terms … but being single in my forties is a world different to being single in my teens.

But my best friend, Heath, has my back like he always does and is ready to take me out and show me how the bachelor life is done.

He was never supposed to show me literally.

After we wake up in bed together, I can’t stop looking at him differently, and one thing becomes abundantly clear.

I talk a big talk about us only being friends, but my platonic rulebook has gone out the window.

Heath

When my best friend comes to me for help post-divorce, I’m only too happy to impart wisdom on him.

After all, Griffin isn’t my type, but even I can tell he’s a complete lumbersnack. Good with his hands, kind eyes, and a killer smile. All the guys and gals are gonna eat him alive.

But the more time we spend together, the less “not my type” he becomes. I’m the one who can’t get enough of him.

Neither of us are interested in a relationship, so what’s a little fun between friends?


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“Want to take off your shirt before we get started?”

“Sure.” He strips out of it and settles back into the chair again, but not before I get an eyeful of back muscles.

“You’re checking me out again,” he says.

“I told you you’re not going to have a problem tomorrow night.”

He laughs softly while I take off my shirt just in case, then pull on the gloves and get to it. I work in silence for a couple of minutes, just while I get the hang of everything.

“Do you remember the rules I gave you?” I ask.

He hums. “No names. No bringing anyone home.”

“Well done.”

“I feel like an immature kid for needing rules again.”

“Don’t.” I don’t like when he doubts himself. “You know your weaknesses and you’re working with them. That’s a good thing.”

“Well, let’s hope. Otherwise this time next week I could be in a relationship again.”

We both laugh, but mine is forced. I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on him than I thought.

“No strings, Griff,” I remind him. “Harmless fun. We’re living the bachelor life together.”

“I’m going to fuck all of this up, aren’t I?”

“Not if you don’t want to.”

But even saying that, I’m not sure. He has a big heart, and when it comes to people he loves, he’s committed. Poppy, Felix, me. He’s always done whatever will make us happy, and I just know if he finds someone kind and easy to talk to tomorrow night, he will ask for a name and number.

There’s a chance they won’t give it of course.

But they’d be an idiot if they didn’t.

When I think I have most of his hair covered, I start to massage it in, rubbing my fingers into his scalp. His head relaxes back into my grip as a rumbly moan catches in his throat, and while I know it’s only because of the massage, that sound piques my interest. It’s low and raw and fucked if my cock gets the memo who it is that made the sound.

“Harder … yeah,” he mutters. “That feels so good.”

I have to close my eyes for a moment.

The massage, he means the massage, obviously.

But even as I remind myself of that fact, I’m picturing Griff naked in his kitchen again, cock in hand, murmuring about how good it feels.

Sweet fucking Jesus, where are these thoughts coming from?

“Why are you breathing like that?” he asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Like what?”

“All … heavy …”

Ah, fuck, he’s right. I could lie, but he knows me too well for that. “Because you have a filthy fucking mouth, Griff.”

“What?”

I pitch my voice. “Oh, baby, that feels so good. Rub me harder, Heath. Get in there.”

His answering laugh is loud. “What?”

“Your filthy talk and moaning like a porn star. Geez, man, I’m only human.”

“You’re turned on?”

I shift around to the front of him, continuing to massage in the dye. “What do you think?”

His stare drops to my shorts, where I’m sure the hard outline of my cock is visible. I’m so focused on his hair and not watching his face in an attempt to read his thoughts, that I don’t notice when he reaches up.

He skims over my V with the back of his finger and a spear of arousal shoots down deep in my gut. My abs tense and I suck in a breath, caught off guard at just how good that felt.

“Sorry.” His voice is husky. “Your skin looked … warm.”

“Warm?”

He swallows. “It’s been a really long time.”

Our eyes lock as my hands pause and I read the uncertainty in his face as easily as my own thoughts.

What if we crossed that line … just once?

It would be easy. He’s hot, he’s available, and I know him better than anyone in the world. If there was ever a man I could read perfectly in bed, could drive out of his mind with want, it’d be Griff.

It would be a disaster.



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ROOMMATE ARRANGEMENT

Divorced Men’s Club – Book Two

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Saxon James unapologetically writes happy endings for LGBT+ characters.

While not writing, SM is a readaholic and Netflix addict who regularly lives on a sustainable diet of chocolate and coffee.

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Blog Tour: Review & Giveaway: Irresponsible Puckboy by Eden Finley & Saxon James

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IRRESPONSIBLE PUCKBOY

Puckboys – Book Two

by Eden Finley & Saxon James

Release Date: May 11, 2022Cover Design: Story Styling Cover Designs
Photographer: Michelle Lancaster
Model: Lochie Carey
Genre: M/M Sports Romance
Trope: Best friends to lovers, bi-awakening


Review

I enjoyed this second book in the Puckboys series, I liked both main characters, but at times I felt so sorry for Tripp, hiding his feelings for Dex the way he had to, and Dex being so utterly unaware of how much his best friend was struggling, mind you I felt sorry for Dex when he couldn’t understand why Tripp was pulling away and needing his own space.

When one of Dex’s ‘bright ideas’ ends up causing all sorts of issues, both between Tripp and Dex and in their careers and with their families, it could make or break their friendship.

It would be tough to be in love with your best friend and know there is no way anything could happen because they are into the opposite sex. That Tripp has managed to navigate their friendship as well as he has, especially with Dex being so touchy-feely all the time showed just how much importance he put on their friendship. I felt terrible for both Tripp and Dex the way Tripp’s friends carried on about how close they were, and how they treated Dex when Tripp invited him away with them, I thought it was pretty unfeeling of them on several counts. I would have liked to see Tripp stand up to them and not go along with their plan to keep them apart.

I enjoyed the way these two started to explore a more intimate relationship with each other and loved how eager Dex was to make a go of things once he realises his feelings. I thought they could have communicated a bit better so they were both on the same page, but I guess there has to be some tension and something to resolve, as much as I love things to be smooth sailing all the way, I know it isn’t always like that and really, the angst around this is very low.

I’m looking forward to the next book in the series.


Synopsis

TRIPP

The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it.
Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex. I need space to get over my feelings. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately.
If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall.
They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong.

DEX

I’ve always been the dumb one. It’s what I’m known for, and usually I don’t let it get to me.
I have hockey, and I have my best friend, Tripp. What more do I need?
To settle down? No thank you. Marriage? Hard pass.
According to ex-girlfriends, that makes me “irresponsible.”
But the solution I come up with to get over my fear of commitment might be my dumbest idea yet. Not only does it have team management breathing down my neck, but it puts a strain on my friendship with Tripp.
This PR nightmare could lose me the only person I’ve ever loved.
Losing girlfriends is nothing. Losing Tripp? It’s not an option.
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.


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Puckboys – Book One

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About the Author

Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff.

She doesn’t take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and she does her best to turn them into romances with heart.

With a short attention span that rivals her son’s, she writes multiple different pairings: MM, MMF, and MF.

She’s also an Australian girl and apologises for her Australianisms that sometimes don’t make sense to anyone else.


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Saxon James unapologetically writes happy endings for LGBT+ characters.

While not writing, SM is a readaholic and Netflix addict who regularly lives on a sustainable diet of chocolate and coffee.

Member of SCBWI.


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