Saturday, April 30, 2016

BOOK BLAST: Will & Patrick’s Happy Ending by Leta Blake & Alice Griffiths plus #Giveaway!

Will & Patrick's Happy Ending

Author: Leta Blake & Alice Griffiths
Title: Will & Patrick’s Happy Ending
Series Title and Number: Wake Up Married, Episode 6
Publisher: Leta Blake Books
Release Date: 4/15/16
Genre: Romantic Comedy, M/M Romance
Tags: gay, woke up married, rom-com, happy ending
Heat Level: 5
Pairing: M/M
Length: 127 pages

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Follow Will & Patrick in this final installment of the romantic-comedy serial, Wake Up Married, by best-selling author Leta Blake and newcomer Alice Griffiths! Sure, Will and Patrick are in love now, but they weren’t when they got married in Vegas. For Patrick, that’s no problem, but Will can’t shake his doubts that a relationship started through coercion can ever become the real deal. Since the Molinaro crime family has reversed their position on divorce, Will and Patrick have a chance to rectify their drunken mistake. But is divorce the solution? Find out in this final instalment of the much-beloved Wake up Married serial. Episode 6 of 6 in the Wake Up Married serial.

Excerpt

Will leans back heavily in his desk chair and sweat pricks the back of his neck. A tight band squeezes his chest, but he manages to ask, “What do you mean we can get divorced? Did Frankie and his new bride call it quits?” Eleanora’s throaty chuckle comes through the phone. “No, darling. They’re still madly in love for now. It’s Romeo Molinaro we have to thank for this piece of good fortune.” Will frowns, mind scrambling through dozens of half-forgotten or never-known relatives. “Zeno’s favorite nephew,” Eleanora prompts. “Oh. Right.” Zeno is the current boss of the Molinaro family, his father’s uncle, and a terrifying man. “Unfortunate marriages are going around like the flu in this family. It seems Romeo got hitched to a fetching ragazza. Charming, beautiful, young—the usual. But, as it turns out, also a spy from the Korotayev crime family in New York.” Nonna clucks over the line. “Oh, men. Following the dictates of their little heads always leads to their downfall.” Bright sunshine screams through the window of the room, ricocheting around and giving Will an instant headache. “If she’s a spy, why arrange a divorce? Why doesn’t Zeno just—” Will drags his finger over his throat even though Nonna can’t see him. “Off her?” “How like your father!” Eleanora puffs her disapproval. “No, no, darling. That’s no solution. Besides, Romeo begged his father not to kill her. Apparently he’s still smitten. But don’t worry. There will be some other kind of recompense paid, I’m sure. William, the less we know about it all, the better.” Will exhales slowly. He stands up, turns to the windows behind his desk, and adjusts the blinds, dimming the light. “Romeo’s still in love with her? But he’s going to divorce her anyway?” “Presumably. Regardless, Zeno’s quote-unquote discovered a loophole in the Trust that smashes through the edict regarding love matches and divorces.” “Dad knew about this the whole time he was in town, didn’t he? He was just messing with us.” “We’ll never know for sure, darling. All I know is he told me about Romeo’s situation and Zeno’s solution this morning before his flight out. Regardless, the issue is resolved. You and your doctor are free to handle your marriage as you see fit and Good Works is safe.” Will stomach knots hard, and he stares at the lines of light the closed blinds leave on his desk. “We could file for divorce immediately? Today?” “You could. That is, if it’s still what you want to do.”

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Meet the Authors

Leta Blake

imageAuthor of the bestselling book Smoky Mountain Dreams and the fan favorite Training Season, Leta Blake's educational and professional background is in psychology and finance, respectively. However, her passion has always been for writing. She enjoys crafting romance stories and exploring the psyches of made up people. At home in the Southern U.S., Leta works hard at achieving balance between her day job, her writing, and her family. You can find out more about her by following her online.

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Alice Griffiths

A long-time reader of romance novels, Alice Griffiths finally took the plunge into writing, teaming up with best-selling author Leta Blake for the 'Woke up Married' serialized comedy. A lover of tropes, Alice enjoys mining old ideas and putting a fresh, funny spin on them. Formerly working in the newspaper industry, Alice is now an art curator. She lives in Sydney, Australia. You can find out more about her by following her online.

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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

INTERVIEW: Sean Kerr plus #Giveaway! #GayRom #Dark #Vampires




Hello Sean and welcome to The Hat Party! <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!



You’ve been given the opportunity to go back in time and give your 13-year-old self a message. What do you say?

Handle coming out to your parents better young Padawan. I was a very quiet child, very shy, very family focused. I was also a bit of a sickly child, I have a congenital heart disorder, and understandably my parents were very protective. As a result, I had no friends to speak of, and I didn’t have a clue about the world that existed outside of the back garden, or my grandmother’s house! When I went to 6th form college, I met a lesbian, my first, and I came out to my parents. Long story, usual thing, I found myself out on the streets, and as a result I didn’t see any of my family for over two years. I would like to handle that better. I let a huge portion of my family down, and I let myself down as well, so I would like to go back and address that. My parents, and the rest of my family are incredible, and we are very, very close, but it took a few years to mend those bridges.

So, you were editing along and zombies attack. And they are on fire! What do you do?

I scream like the good queen I am. Zombies for God’s sakes! Really? I run like hell as fast as I can, which would not be that far because I am so unfit. So does that mean I’m doomed? Mind you, if they are on fire, and zombies can’t move that fast can they, that means they would burn up before they reached me! So, run down the road, call my friend Craig to come and pick me up as I’m running, go to his house which is on the other side of Cardiff, and watch as they burn to ash. Simples.

Describe yourself using song lyrics.

Standin' at the door
Of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain
It was a kind of so so love
And I'm gonna make sure
It doesn't happen again
You and I, it had to be
The standing joke of the year
You were a sleep around
A lost and found
And not for me I fear
Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you see
Take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
We tried to make it work
You in a cocktail skirt
And me in a suit
But it just wasn't me
You're used to wearing less
And now your life's a mess
So insecure you seem
Well I put up with all the scenes
And this is one scene
That's goin' to be played my way
Take your hands
Off me
I don't belong to you, you see
Take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Under the deep red light
I can see the makeup sliding down
Well hey little girl
You will always make up
So take off that
Unbecoming frown
What about me? Well
I'll find someone
Who's not going cheap
In the sales
A nice little house wife
Who'll give me a steady life
And won't keep going off the rails
Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you say
And take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello, wave goodbye
Goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
We were born before the wind
Who were we to understand
We were born before the wind
Say goodbye
Through the rain, hail, sleet and snow
Say good bye
And I'm trying, trying, trying
To say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain my darling
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain my darling

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

There is something about your eyes, a sadness seeping through the corners of your life. So much pain behind that blue, so much loneliness, a yearning that speaks of the need to be touched, of a desperate cry to feel wanted, to feel attractive, to experience the warm touch of another human hand against your craving flesh.

I reach out, my hand trembling, and I brush my fingers against your beauty, feeling your skin erupt with excitement beneath my fingertips, and I know then that you belong to me. So I pull you close, I feel your baited breath against my neck, and my flesh moves in sympathy to your own beating heart, pounding against my chest.

Your lips, I want to taste them, so close, so wet. My tongue traces the curve of your lower lip, and then I am in you, pushing myself inside you, feeling you, tasting you, loving you. I hear your gasp, I feel your hands tighten around the muscles of my back, pulling me down, and we drown in that moment of when our bodies curve into each other and become one. Your pain belongs to me, and you are mine.

What makes you inexplicably happy?

When I can fit into those clothes hanging in my wardrobe, you know, those ones that taunt you every time you look inside to see what you are going to wear out on a Saturday night. How I hate my overweight fall backs! How rude! I pull out a shirt, that lovely crushed white one with a cut to die for, and then I can’t button it over my Christmas stomach! AHH! My life seems to consist of one long bloody diet. So, when I can fit into my slim lad outfits, nothing makes me feel happier, or sexier. Is that shallow? Oh, what a shame.

What is your biggest, most-wild writing dream? (Nothing is too outlandish!)

Now don’t laugh. When I was a kid, way back in 1982, Alien had just been televised for the first time. I was, and still am, obsessed with that film, and all the others that came after. But that sweet little child who wouldn’t say boo to a goose, wrote a sequel to that original Alien. Needless to say it was crap, of course. My story had Captain Dallas coming out of an Alien egg and then slowly turning into an Alien. I was a child, what can I say? My point is this, I would love to write an Alien story, or write the next film script. I would sell my soul, I don’t have much of it left anyway so, bring it on!

What is your favorite literary quote?

“The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

I love that book. When I was 8, my aunt bought me a copy of the book for 50p at a Jumble sale, and I read it over and over again. As an adult, I have read that book many times, and I love the way Stoker tells his story, it has been a massive influence on my writing, and a huge influence on Dead Camp. I find it heart-breaking to think that the book was not well received in its day, and I suppose it was before it’s time, but Stoker’s contribution to the world of horror, and literature, must be applauded, because the man was a genius.

Sinister, charming, calculating, ruthless. And terribly lonely. What a combination for a monster, and make no mistake he is a monster. A lot has been said about Dracula being a sex symbol, a lover, a romantic, and while that may be true in film, Hammer and later incarnations in particular, I do not think that true of the original book. Yes, he wanted Mina, he thought he could be with her for the rest of eternity, but it wasn’t romance that made him drink her blood, it wasn’t love that made him corrupt her, I think it was desire. Dracula is a creature of extremes, both a man, and a beast, and I think his emotions run that gamut too. Is Dracula capable of love, in that original book anyway? I don’t think so. Mina was a means to an end, his way into London society. Who is to say that he wouldn’t have dropped her like a brick if something better came along?

Dracula is also a creature of immense history, and he carries the weight of that history on his shoulders. Without it he would not be Dracula. I find that conceit inspiring, history dictating character. It certainly inspired me while writing Dead Camp.

What one food item do you consider to be your arch nemesis?

Dragon fruit. Really? What is the point of that thing! I never, EVER, want that shit near my mouth or my person again.

Biggest mistake you’ve made in your writing career and what you’ve learned from it.

I assumed I was writing this series of books for a gay audience.  I wrote Dead Camp because I wanted to write something as a gay man, from a gay perspective, for gay people. Yet, this genre, M/M romance, gay fiction, whatever you may call it, is read by a huge, enormous readership of wonderful, supportive, and very kind women. Married women with children, single women, just lots of fantastic women. I had no idea. When my Facebook presence began to grow, it was only then that I realised this fact, and I have met so very many wonderful women who have really enjoyed my books, and who really love this genre of M/M fiction, and that surprised me more than anything. I assumed, stupidly, that I was writing for a primarily gay audience. WRONG! And I am so glad, because I have now been accepted into a world that I never knew existed, and I love it, and I love the people who inhabit it. For me, this is the most important thing about my genre, that I never forget, or take for granted, the wonderful people who read these books.

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

I’m so sorry, I really know nothing about dogs whatsoever! Now I’m deeply ashamed. But I would like to introduce you to my new pet, Jabba, who spent Christmas with me this year.

P.S, the Christmas tree is my husband Derek.


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Author Name: Sean Kerr
Book Name: Dead Camp
Series: Dead Camp bk #1
Release Date: January 1, 2016
Pages or Words: 87,422 words, 260 pages
Categories: Dark Themes, Erotica, Gay Fiction, Historical, Horror, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires/Demons, Thriller
Publisher: Extasy Books
Cover Artist: Latrisha Waters

Eli is an ancient vampire with an ego the size of a planet and a sex drive to match, but his tumultuous past left him broken, so he hides from humanity and cowers from love, left to endure the crushing guilt that haunts his every waking moment. Even his best friend Malachi, a ghost who is hopelessly in love with Eli, remains unaware of all that transpired in London. Malachi can never know the truth.

When the Angel Daniyyel pays an unwelcome visit, Eli must face his secrets, secrets that he has tried so long to hide. To make matters worse, a chance encounter with the most beautiful man he has ever seen shatters his beloved isolation, pushing him into the world of the living once more. Something about this strange man seems so familiar, but Eli can’t even remember who he was before he became a vampire, never mind explain the unwanted emotions the enigmatic stranger ignites in his dead heart. So Eli has a choice—return to the world that ruined him, or continue his self-imposed exile with no hope of salvation.


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With a sickening wet sound, his body finally broke free of the earth. A cry of agony burst from between his perfect lips and his head fell back against my shoulder. I felt his long eyelashes brush against my neck as his eyes flickered in defiance of the blackness trying to consume him.

“Stay with me fella, stay with me, we’ll be home in a jiffy.”

Home, back to my castle, what the fuck was I thinking? I was out of my little fucking mind. I didn’t know the man. I owed him nothing. I had an Angel in my dining room and a German soldier in my dungeon and to top things off, I lived with a ghost. Yet I still wanted to take him home? No, I was intent on taking him home, I had decided that the moment I saw him.

But why, why should I get involved, why should I tread that path again, the path that could only lead to pain. It always did. And yet, as I held him in my arms I felt it, something inescapable, something that I could not understand, a stirring, a feeling, like something found when all hope of ever finding it had been forgotten. Something complicated.

A tingle of warning trickled up and down my spine making my hair stand on end. I lowered the hunk to the ground, slowly, carefully and whispered into his perfectly shaped ear. “Remain quiet.”

In a flash of lightning speed, I leapt into a tree, clinging with one hand to a thick branch while my legs wrapped around its thick girth. Someone was out there and not just Mr Fuck Me He’s Perfect. The smell of human, living heart pumping human was unmistakable, that incomparable odour carried on the wind to entice my nostrils and excite my senses, and I was dutifully excited. But there was something else there too, a feint undercurrent, an elusive aftertaste that went beyond sweat and skid-marks, an elusive scent that pricked at my memory, the smell of Demon.

I saw him then, a German soldier winding his way through the field of corpses. His uniform, a grey green feldbluse replete with bottle green collar and shoulder straps, made him almost invisible amongst the branches and the sludge. I could not see his face beneath his field cap but I could easily make out the eagle and swastika emblem embroidered on the bottle green cloth and I noted with disgust the Sturmgewehr semi-automatic rifle hanging loosely from his shoulder.

The Nazi stood barely six metres away from my injured future husband. Do not move lovely man, I said to myself, do not move and don’t make a sound and if you can, be still your beating heart, because to me it sounded like a jackhammer pounding through the forest. He was frightened and in pain. His eyes darted everywhere looking for me, desperate for me, pleading for me to drag him out of that Hell.

I saw the agony flash across his face before the sound escaped his lips. My entire body tensed. Too late, the soldier heard his pain.

He was running then, running towards my Adonis in the pit. Without hesitation, I soared through the air and landed with feline grace before him. The soldier fell backwards with a bloodcurdling scream. The rifle landed at my feet and I picked it up, rising to my full magnificent height, slowly and with purpose, relishing every moment of fear that blossomed across the soldiers white features. I snapped the weapon as easily as though it were a twig and threw the shattered weapon at his feet, watching with satisfied relish as he scrabbled backwards in the mud, his mouth curling away from his face as his terror burst from his throat.

“Demon! You are not from the camp. What are you?”

My teeth extended and my eyes flashed black. My Vampire was out. In one swift movement, barely visible to the human eye, I leapt at him, pulling him off the floor with effortless ease, lifting his flailing body high above my head. I threw him with all my might at the nearest tree. His spine snapped with an audible bang as his fragile body wrapped itself backwards around the trunk of the trembling pine, his lifeless body sliding to the ground and my stomach rumbled. Dinner was served.


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I think that as I approach that milestone that is fifty, I must be one of the oldest gamers on the face of this earth. Many a day you will find me lashed to my PS4 enjoying a good session of Skyrim. Who doesn’t love a good session of Skyrim?

I love writing—I have done it since I was a child when I would happily write about the latest episode of Doctor Who (Tom Baker in those days) in my schoolbooks. Growing up and becoming a business owner with my friend Jayne left little time to pursue my dream of publication, but of late the desire and the compulsion to put words onto paper have once again dominated my life so that now, my laptop has become surgically fused to my fingertips.

There is something desperately satisfying about telling a story. My fascination with History, Religion and Conspiracy theories have, in this instance, gone hand-in-hand with my love of all things vampire, fantasy, sci-fi and horror. I drove my parents nuts when I was young because that was all I would read about in books, all I would watch on television, but they have held me in good stead, and long may my obsession with the subjects continue, at least, that is, until the day they put me in my own wooden box. And imagination is such a wonderful thing. I once had a rather vivid dream about David Tennant and the Tardis console, but I could not possibly go into details about that here. Let’s just say that my polarity was well and truly reversed.

Dead Camp is just the beginning. I have to check my knickers every day at the thought that this book is now in the public domain. My first book, and I hope the first of many. And to those out there who love to write, who love to transport us to new worlds, or old worlds with a twisted perspective, I say to you keep going. I never thought I would ever see my work available to download, and thanks to eXtasy Books, the dream that I always thought unobtainable has finally come true. So thank you all at eXtasy, I am one happy homosexual thanks to you, and thank you the reader for taking the time to read this strange tale and allowing Eli and the incomparable Malachi into your lives.
And now I really need Skyrim.

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Friday, April 22, 2016

COVER REVEAL: A Wizard in Waikiki by A.K. Llewellyn plus #Giveaway!

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Summoned from the past, Konu rises naked from the sea to reclaim his power for the freedom to live—and love. If the forces of evil don’t get to him first!

On a hot day in Waikiki, beachgoers are stunned when a tall, handsome man rises from the ocean. Striding naked to a small, ringed enclosure containing four huge stones most tourists never even notice, he becomes visibly upset. These are Wizard Stones, positioned between the beach and the foot traffic on Kalakaua Avenue. Konu, the naked man, is agitated by a young Asian girl draping her beach towel over the stones. He's come a long way, from Tahiti, and is one of the ancient wizards whose power was infused into these sacred stones four hundred years ago.

With the invisible battle between good and evil raging, Konu has been dispatched to help balance the power. Landing in modern-day Waikiki, he's stunned by the changes – and to find he is alone. A cop tries to arrest him for indecent exposure but the young girl's grandfather – who thinks Konu's a homeless lunatic offers him refuge. Will the ancient forces of evil beat this wizard in Waikiki? Or can Konu find his power again, and perhaps…even love?

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A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled.

A.J’s passion for the islands led to writing a play about the last ruling monarch of Hawaii, Queen Lili’uokalani as well as a non-erotic novel about the overthrow of her kingdom written in diary form from her maid’s point of view.

A.J. never lacks inspiritation for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasion this happens, pursues other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.

A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.

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BOOK BLAST: Devoted Alpha by DC Juris plus #Giveaway! #MMRomance #SciFi

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Title: Devoted Alpha
Series Title and Number: Alpha/omega Verse #2
Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kristian Norris
Release Date: April 27, 2016
Heat Level: 5
Pairing: male/male
Length: 11,334 words
Genre/Tags: M/M Romance, Science Fiction
Warnings: Male Lactation, Infantilism, Kink

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Sokel and Sebastian from "Broken Alpha" are back. Sole has long known his Human mate has harbored certain hidden fantasies and desires, but he's not the kind of Alpha to demand anything of his omega. One night, a whispered word slips past Sebastian's lips -- daddy. Ever the devoted Alpha, Sokel sets out to help his mate understand that these cravings don't make him a deviant. But when Sokel visits a fellow healer in an attempt to please his mate, has he gone too far? And will their best friends and housemates, Korden and Rennett, be able to accept this new twist to their lifestyle?

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"Daddy!" The second time it happened, they were living on Presidia, and the word had forced its way from that elegant throat, through lips pressed thin and tight. Sokel had tensed for a fraction of a second and then carried on, determined not to encourage his mate's palpable self-consciousness. He caught a fleeting glimpse of something through their link—the hazy impression of Sebastian's mouth suckling on a baby bottle. He'd always sensed certain hidden desires through their link. Had he been a different sort of Alpha, he would've simply forced the issue and took the knowledge from his mate's mind. After all, Sebastian was Human, and as such couldn't actively shield his thoughts. If Sokel wanted in, he'd get in. But Sebastian's lack of ability was the very reason Sokel refused to pry. The desires lived in black boxes in Sebastian's mindscape, and though Sokel had asked once, his mate wasn't ready to let him see. He thought, though, he might have gotten a glimpse with that one breathlessly choked out word. Daddy. The next day, he rearranged his schedule of lectures so he had a break in the afternoon. He needed a few minutes to himself for research. A few minutes turned into ten, which turned into twenty, which hurled itself toward an hour. It took a few attempts to narrow and refine his search parameters, but once he did, he began to understand. The photos were explicit, and there were dozens, but he got the gist: two Presidian men lay on a bed together, one feeding the other from a baby bottle. Another picture showed a Human male, stroking his cock as he sat on a woman's lap, sucking from her breast. A little more investigation and he determined Sebastian had what Humans called an infantilism fetish or age play kink. It made sense, he supposed. Sebastian's parents had both died when he'd been four. Lacking any other family, he'd ended up at an orphanage. Though located on Earth, the place was owned and operated by the Service, which meant a mostly non-Human staff. There had been very few other Human children, and Sebastian had once told Sokel he'd had no real friends until he'd enrolled in the Academy in his teens and met Korden and Rennett. Sokel sat back in his chair and looked over the images again. He could work with this. He went to his vid screen and called Korden, arranged for his friends to be out of the house for a couple hours tonight. He let his aid know he'd be out for a while, and made a trip to a small baby shop in the market to purchase a bright blue baby bottle. He stowed it in his bag and returned to work.

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Romance author, sci-fi fan club Captain, cosplayer, reigning Queen of Monkeyland, and random menace. Yep, we’re talking about DC Juris. She’s a cupcake-making, football-watching, rubber-duck-collecting, drag-show loving, full-of-fabulous-with-a-capital-F kinda gal. She’s also an ordained minister and an amateur photographer. She lives in Upstate New York with her husband, three dogs, and three cats. When she’s not writing, you can find her in her favorite chair watching Star Trek and Supernatural repeats on Netflix, or surfing the web for porn. Er…research. Surfing the web for research. She may speak softly but she lives and loves loudly. Just ask the neighbors. ::wink::

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Thursday, April 21, 2016

BOOK BLAST: One Warlock's Love Story: Knight and Dae by Shad O. Walker plus #Giveaway! #Paranormal #MMRomance

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Author: Shad O. Walker
Title: One Warlock's Love Story: Knight and Dae
Series Title and Number: One Warlock's Love Story, Book 6
Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Brandon Clay
Release Date: April 27, 2016
Heat Level: 5
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 68,955 words
Genre: Erotica, Fantasy, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Science Fiction, Urban Fantasy

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In a world where shape shifters are openly bisexual, vampires have insatiable sex drives, and warlocks emit pheromones that make everyone around them horny, Zander Knight is finally making sense of his new life and family. Just when it seems like Zander’s life is about to settle down, two new threats emerge. The first is in the form of FBI Agent Jonas Hunt, and the second is a pact of shifter scientists called the Dae. If that weren’t enough, he and Tau are now the primary caregivers of Waverly and Quay’s orphaned baby boy, and some of his closest friends are dead in the middle of working out their own love lives. This is more than just one warlock’s love story – this is a supernatural adventure.

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Jonas and Harlem were horrified at the remains they found in the woods in upstate New York. “This is worse than I could have imagined,” Harlem said as he took photographs of the dismembered body. The area had been roped off with yellow crime tape and staffed with guards until Jonas and Harlem’s arrival. “I think it was animals that ate him,” the portly police officer said. Jonas and Harlem ignored the man and moved to examine the crime scene more closely. “What do you think?” Jonas whispered to Harlem. “It’s hard to say. These remains look more human than the others, but there is something weird about the exposed brain matter. The parietal and occipital lobes of the brain seem to be reversed, and there is an indentation in the center of the frontal lobe,” Harlem said. “What about the attack?” Jonas asked. “It really looks like this poor guy was attacked by two creatures—one that ate away at his flesh and one that sucked blood from his neck,” Harlem said. “You aren’t saying what I think you are saying, are you?” Jonas asked. “I think we are dealing with the supernatural,” Harlem whispered. “Harlem, not that shit again. I’ll admit that these recent findings have all been a little strange, but there has to be some other explanation,” Jonas said. “Then what is it?” Harlem asked. “I don’t know,” Jonas said, frustrated. They were both startled when the hefty officer popped up behind them. “I don’t know what happened to this fella, but he sure was a lucky man right up until he got killed,” the officer wheezed. “Why do you say that?” Jonas asked. “It looks like the animals ripped his dick off and left it over there in the brush. This fella had a mighty big wanker on him,” the officer added. Harlem rushed to go look at the severed penis with Jonas right on his heels. “Why are you in such a hurry?” Jonas whispered to him. “I just want to see the…evidence,” Harlem said. “There it is, right there—looks just like a fat baby’s arm,” the officer pointed out. “Oh, damn,” Harlem said as he took his forensic kit and carefully placed the thick dick in a medium-sized plastic bag. “Can you give us some privacy here with the crime scene,” Jonas said to the officer. The officer looked offended but walked back up the path toward his squad car without a word. “If you are through playing with dicks, then maybe we can finish with the crime scene,” Jonas spat. “I have to play with all the stray dicks I can find since I don’t seem to have a man,” Harlem snapped. “That’s not fair,” Jonas said. “Let’s not start talking about what is and isn’t fair,” Harlem said. Jonas sighed. “Do you really believe in werewolves and vampires?” Jonas asked, changing the subject. “I’m a scientist. I believe in facts,” Harlem said. Jonas sighed again. “So what do we do now?” Jonas asked. “I think we need to take photographs, collect the rest of these remains, secure any additional clues, and get back to the lab,” Harlem answered. Jonas rubbed his forehead and looked up at the trees. There was one tree in particular that was bent as if it were about to reach down and grab them both. “Does that tree look strange to you?” Jonas asked. “It kind of looks like an old woman picking up something,” Harlem answered. “This case is starting to freak me out,” Jonas said. “As soon as we tell our bosses about this, they are going to move us off this case and try to take all the credit,” Harlem said. “So what are you suggesting?” Jonas said. “I’m suggesting that we take this to the media and try to make some money. I have a friend who’s a tabloid news reporter in Atlanta. I’ll see if he can run the story for us. Once we make the news, we will have every tabloid in the country coming after us for more details…with more money,” Harlem said. “We will also lose any professional credibility we’ve got and get reprimanded for leaking information on the case. Hell, we might even get fired,” Jonas said. Harlem was looking for any reason to spend more time with Jonas, and this was the perfect excuse. It was business. “What if we swore my friend to secrecy but gave him enough information to confirm our story? You know how news reporters pay their unnamed sources,” Harlem said. “Do you think he would pay us for the story?” Jonas asked. “Maybe if we promised to give him the exclusive,” Harlem said. “How much do you think we could get?” Jonas asked. “Maybe enough to go on that trip we’ve been talking about,” Harlem said. Every time Harlem suggested they go away, Jonas said he couldn’t take money out of his bank account because his wife, Juliette, might get suspicious. And when Harlem suggested that he would pay for the entire trip, Jonas said that he just couldn’t let him do that. “How long do you think it’ll take us to finish with this crime scene?” Jonas asked. “It’ll be a while. There is a lot here,” Harlem said. He would do just about anything to extend his time with Jonas, even if it meant a little white lie. “What is a while?” Jonas asked. “At least six more hours,” Harlem lied. “That means we won’t be able to catch a flight out until tomorrow,” Jonas said. “I guess we’re going to need to get a hotel room, then,” Harlem said, pretending to examine the crime scene. “I’ll go ahead and book us two flights for first thing in the morning. There has got to be a decent hotel somewhere near here,” Jonas said. “You do that,” Harlem said. He would have preferred that Jonas not be so anxious about getting home, but he was glad to have just one night away in a hotel with him. “The sooner we can get started, the sooner we will be done,” Jonas offered. “Okay,” Harlem answered as he studied the bite marks on Banning Cabiness’ corpse and the claw marks that had literally torn his flesh from his bones. “Who are you? What is your deal? I’m going to find out your story if it kills me,” Harlem said to the dead body. Of course, there was no answer.

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Meet the Author

Shadrach Octavio Walker, a.k.a. Shad O. Walker, has always been an avid fan of all things science fiction and fantasy. It wasn’t until he realized that there were no significant fantasy or paranormal series featuring LGBT characters of color that he created his first groundbreaking series, One Warlock’s Love Story (OWLS). Armed with multiple degrees, numerous life experiences, and several writing awards, Shad remains as elusive as the vampires in his series’ House of Aleph with writing as powerful as the shifters in its Alpha pack. Supported by a coven of loyal readers, Shad is sure to take the literary world by storm. Inspired by the creativity of Octavia Butler, storytelling of James Baldwin, and passion of E. Lynn Harris, Shad is at the forefront of an entirely new expression of science fiction and fantasy. Excerpts from the series were originally posted on a social networking site that gained Shad a solid and loyal fan base. What started out as a desire to create and share a new kind of fantasy turned into a dream come true with the release of the first installment of One Warlock’s Love Story titled All Knight Long. Follow Shad and the One Warlock’s Love Story series at www.shadowalkermedia.com.

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