Because of Jade by Lou Sylvre #coverreveal #pridepromotions

COVER REVEAL  Because of Jade (A Vasquez and James Novel)

Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Publisher: Dreamspinner PressBlurb:
Luki Vasquez receives the news he's still cancer free after five years, and he wants to celebrate with his whole family. He and his husband, Sonny James, take a road trip south, intending to gather at the home of his nephew Josh, Josh's wife Ruthie, and Jade--a little girl who was still in the womb when she and her mother helped Luki beat lung cancer.

Halfway to their destination, Luki learns Josh and Ruthie have met a tragic death. The horrible news lays Luki low, but he pulls himself together in time to be the family's rock and see to the dreaded business of tying up loose ends. The most important business is Jade, and when Luki and Sonny head home, they take Jade with them.

Luki and Sonny must combat self-doubt and fear and help each other learn to parent an unexpected child—and they must also nourish the love that has kept them whole for the past ten years. A relative's spurious claim to Jade threatens the new family, and even if they prevail in court, they could lose their little girl unless they can rescue Jade from evil hands and true peril.

Author Name: Lou Sylvre
Author Bio:
Lou Sylvre hails from southern California but now lives and writes on the rainy side of Washington State. When she’s not writing, she’s reading fiction from nearly every genre, romance in all its tints and shades, and the occasional book about history, physics, or police procedure. Not zombies, though. Her personal assistant is Boudreau, a large cat who never outgrew his kitten meow. She plays guitar (mostly where people can’t hear her) and she loves to sing. She’s usually smiling and laughs too much, some say. She also loves her family, her friends, the aforementioned Boudreau, a Chihuahua named Joe, and (in random order) coffee, chocolate, sunshine, and wild roses.

Author Links: Visit her at http://www.sylvre.com or contact her at lou.sylvre@gmail.com

Tour Dates: 4/25/14
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Crawl in Bed with Allison and Remmy #authorinterview #mmromance

Crawling Into Bed With Remmy and Allison
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Remmy: *wiggles booty to get comfy - pushes at Allison* Scoot over. You’re hogging the sheets.
Allison: *grabs the big fuzzy blanket* Keep the sheets. I got the blankey. *sticks out tongue then grins at Lee*
Remmy: *points* See? This is what I’ve had to put up with. *climbs into the middle* these sheets are silk - had to pull out the sexy stuff for this special occasions don’tcha know
Allison: And any occasion with Lee is extra special. *giggles like a school girl*

*blushes* Why thank you! What are you wearing?
Allison: A t-shirt I stole from some fine smelling man and my fuzzy zebra pants.
Remmy: Um...soooo…..I was supposed to wear clothes for this….wow...Awkward.
Allison: *Blinks and hands Remmy a spare blanket*
Remmy: *poses on bed* You’re no fun *covers*

Well, its more fun if we're either all dressed, or all undressed. Allison? I defer to you. No? Well, okay then. *keeps pants on and kicks off slippers* Er...Remmy, you can just make yourself as comfy as possible. Need help? I have a bathrobe? No? It's all good then. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Remmy: Strawberries
Allison: And Pineapple

Both go excellently with tequila! Which I brought along. Fortunate choice. *pours tequila over fruit* If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Allison: I wouldn’t do that. This is Remmy’s room. *shakes head* It could be dangerous in there.
Remmy: What?? I don’t have anything….*shifty eyes* Wait a minute...
Allison: *Snickers and looks at Lee* Open it if you dare.
Remmy: *pulls sheets over head* you’ll be soorrrr-reee!

*stares* You realize you just about made that irresistible? *pulls drawer open* *eyes widen* Oh my. *blinks* I've never seen one of those before. And in that size, too. *slams drawer* Back on task. You can uncover your head now Remmy. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Allison: I’m abusive in my sleep. I’ll steal all the covers and fight my way out.
Remmy: *sticks head out* Yes. That’s why I sleep in my own bed. Sharing with her is hazardous to my health but I’m a burrito!

It's okay. I brought my own. Got to be prepared, because you never know when you stumble across someone with a blanket fetish. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Remmy: Um...okay. But only cause you love me *beams proudly*
Allison: If I can stick my cold feet under your booty.

Um. Not sure how comfy that would be, sitting on your cold feet. Maybe Remmy has some wool socks he can lend us. What are we reading? 
Dance for Me, by us, released from MLR Press, March 21st, 2014

Taking a breath, Augusto rose. “We should stop for today. My muscles are complaining anyway.”
“Not yet,” Alex said, lifting himself up from the chair. He held on to Augusto’s arm and for some stupid reason, Augusto didn’t bother pulling away. They were nose to nose, staring down at each other’s lips. “Complaining muscles are a good thing. Besides, I have more to teach you,” Alex whispered. “Much more.”
Everything in Augusto told him to pull away. His brain reminded him he hated this guy. But something kept him there, watching the way Alexander’s pink tongue flowed over his lips then disappeared into his mouth. His breath was hot against Augusto’s face, sending a slight shiver down Augusto’s spine. “Yeah, but I’ll be late for my next class.”
“Be late.”
“First impressions, Alexander.”
“I’ll get you out of it.”
“I can’t,” Augusto replied, but he tilted his head like he would to fit their lips perfectly together. “I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” But he didn’t move.
“Just kiss me already,” Alex said breathlessly, tilting his head in the opposite direction.
An audible intake of breath echoed through the room as Augusto smirked and eased in slightly. He ensured his breath played over Alexander’s flesh. His lips, a mere pucker away from his teacher. “That would make your day, Alexander. I guarantee it. But I ain’t easy.” Augusto took a step back then left the room, feeling as if he was walking on air. He wasn’t sure what—but something had happened in that room, something he couldn’t allow to happen ever again.

Find out more about my visitors at:
Remmy: Website - www.remmyduchene.com
            Blog - http://remmyduchene.blogspot.com
            Twitter: www.twitter.com/remmyduchene  or @remmyduchene

Allison: http://www.allisoncassatta.com, http://allisoncassatta.blogspot.com, https://www.facebook.com/allison.cassatta.page, http://twitter.com/#!/allisoncassatta, http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4417507.Allison_Cassatta

Crawl in Bed with Devon McCormack #authorinterview #mmromance

Crawling Into Bed With Devon McCormack
And a Good Book: Clipped

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
You don’t feel a little itchy? Like those early itches you get before you break out in a bad case of poison ivy? Yeah. Sorry about that. Cotton. Kmart. Blame Martha Stewart. Sorry I didn’t make the bed. I…just…well, I don’t usually do this. Hmmm…I guess you’ll want a pillow, too. Soft or firm?
Well, I believe firm is always better, don't you? What are you wearing?
I thought we agreed on a jock strap theme, but I see I was mistaken. No, no. The pink thong is cute. Just keep it on.
*coughs* You didn't have to tell them that! Just so you all know, Devon is wearing a jock strap – if you define wearing loosely! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
You want me to share my yogurt, don’t you? You could have just said that. It’s peach. Do you even like peach?

Do I like peach? What kind of question is that? Can I have a spoon of my own, or are we sharing that too? If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Whoa, whoa! Dude, seriously? Were you about to open that drawer? You totally were! What’s wrong with you? What do you think you’ll find? Lube, cuffs, condoms, butt plugs, and cock rings. Just stay the fuck out of there.
Mmm…well, since you’re already there, go ahead and grab the condoms and lube. Don’t look at me like that. It’s just in case we get to a good part…And go ahead and grab the cuffs, too.

*blinks* Wow you changed your mind fast enough! Where are the keys to these cuffs? *shakes head* What am I saying? Back to the interview. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
A burrito. I will hog the shit out of these and leave you with nothing.

That's all right. I'm used to this. I brought my own. *whips out afghan knitted by dear old granny* Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
If you touch me, you better want to warm up more than my feet. You look really cute in that thong, by the way.

*blushes* What are we reading? Clipped

Cover Artist: Adrian Nicholas
Publisher: Wilde City Press
Though mortals have been convinced that God cares about their souls, nothing could be further from the truth. He created the world as a gift for his lover, Satan. But when Satan left him, he decided to end what he saw as his most grotesque creation.
Satan and his army of demons are man's only hope...
The demon Kinzer and his lover, Janka, have been sent by Satan to spy on The Raze, a gang of rogue demons who are working with God to bring about Armageddon. When someone exposes their true allegiances, The Raze clips Kinzer's wings and murders Janka. Kinzer manages to escape. He tracks down Satan's allies to warn them about a mole in their midst when he learns that they've located the Antichrist—a powerful weapon that could prevent the apocalypse. Now, he's on a mission to protect the Antichrist and avenge his lover’s death.

Excerpts (if needed):
Dedrus scanned Kinzer’s body, admiring his massive biceps, his brown eyes, and his black waves of hair. Even with the wounds and tears that still tainted his face, he was beautiful. Dedrus wanted to press him back against the cushion, rip off his clothes, and provide him with the ease he deserved. But no! He was just wanting it for himself, and he was pretending that it was to serve Kinzer’s pain.
“I loved him so much.” The words cracked through Kinzer’s lips. His cheeks and forehead shivered. Tears filled his eyes. “I know we had so much time, but it wasn’t enough.”
The sting in Dedrus’s chest intensified. His cheeks flashed red as anger washed over him—anger that he loathed because it made him feel like a terrible, selfish creature.
He set his hand on Kinzer’s back, his palm stroking softly across the blue fabric of his polo. He wanted to say, “You’ll find love again.” He couldn’t, because he knew he’d really be saying, “Please find love in me.” He thought of saying, “Everything will be alright.” No. He couldn’t make that kind of promise. “It’ll take time,” felt appropriate, and yet, as an immortal, Dedrus never perceived time as a generous gift as much as a twisted, agonizing punishment.
“I wish I could think of something right to say about this,” Dedrus said, “but I can’t. I know how much you loved him, and I know how much he loved you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is going to be for you. But I’m here. As your friend. I don’t know if that means much, but I know the feeling of having something so perfect and wonderful torn from you.”
Kinzer’s gaze met his. His eyes were sad.
Does he know what I’m talking about?
“Tell me you’ve found someone,” Kinzer said.
“Of course,” he lied. “I’m just being overdramatic.”
“I figured as much. Considering where you work, I'm sure you get a lot of offers.”
It was true, but not the way Kinzer was suggesting. There were nights when Treycore dragged some pathetic mortal back to ease Dedrus’s pain. Those nights were the loneliest. Though he could bring himself to climax, it was an empty relief that just stirred the cruel memories of those moments filled with so much more.
Dedrus hugged him again. “Let’s get to bed,” he said. “You need some sleep.”
Kinzer nodded.
“We have plenty to sort through tomorrow. You can have my room. I’ll just sleep here.”
Dedrus released him.
Kinzer picked the sword up off his lap and stood. He reached his hand out. “Come on. It won’t be the first time we’ve shared a bed.”
The upward curl of his lip let Dedrus know that Kinzer was more than interested.
Dedrus’s dick swelled. “I don’t think I can.” He wanted Kinzer so bad, and if he put himself in that position, he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to resist making a move—especially if Kinzer initiated something.
“I'd rather not disrespect you like that,” Dedrus said.
Kinzer’s hand fell, bouncing against his jeans. His head drooped.
“Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Dedrus smiled. “‘Night, Kinzer.”
Kinzer knelt, offering a light peck on Dedrus’s lips.
Don’t tease me with a taste!
“Up the stairs, first room on the right.”
Kinzer walked up the stairs, headed down the hall, and slipped into Dedrus’s bedroom.
Dedrus had hoped that Kinzer’s exit would provide some relief.
It didn't.
He ached for him. His thoughts dwelled on Kinzer’s lips tickling his nipples, his gaze appreciating his body, his tongue delighting in his body’s grooves. He wanted to run upstairs and throw his arms around him, to hold him for the night, and tell him that no matter what happened he’d be there for him. He wanted more than that, but he wouldn’t press his friend. He wouldn’t dare cross that line…even if Kinzer insisted.
Spreading his limbs across the couch, he rested his head on a lace pillow at the end and rolled so that he was facing the cushions.
He closed his eyes.
A few moments passed before something pressed against his ass.
He flipped over and hopped to his feet, ready for a fight.
Kinzer stood before him, holding his hands out, as if showing a cop that he was unarmed. “Whoa, cowboy. Chill the fuck out.”
“Sorry.” Every hair on Dedrus’s immortal body stood on end. “You freaked the shit out of me. Did you need something? Another cover? Pillows?”
Kinzer wiggled his thumb behind the waistband in Dedrus’s khakis.
“Yeah. I need something.” He pulled their pelvises together.
His hot breath rushed across Dedrus’s lips, settling in the bristles across his cheeks. The warmth combined with a rush of blood that surged to his face and made him feel like his cheeks were about to catch on fire.
Kinzer pressed his lips against Dedrus’s.
Amidst the creases in Kinzer’s lips, Dedrus felt the smooth, subtle dip where Kinzer’s cut was healing.
He trailed his palm over the rough fabric of Kinzer’s polo. As he reached the smooth flesh of his neck, curly black hairs pricked his fingertips.
Kinzer opened his mouth wide. Dedrus eagerly reciprocated, tilting his head and allowing their lips to seal together. A swirling sensation gathered at the back of his spine and rushed to the crown of his skull.
Guilt nagged at his thoughts. He couldn’t do this. Kinzer didn’t really want him. He was just vulnerable and ached for a physical distraction from his grief. It would be wrong to take advantage while he was still recovering from Janka’s death.
Kinzer’s tongue flicked his.
He wanted Kinzer so bad, but not like that. Pressing his hand against the dip between the bulbous, jagged pecs before him, he broke their sealed kiss.
“What?” Kinzer rested his hands on either of Dedrus’s hips.
“This wouldn’t be right. I don’t want to disrespect you.”
“I know. But I want you to.”
Kinzer wrapped both arms around Dedrus. Spinning them around, he pushed Dedrus back against a painting that hung from the wall.
Kinzer’s eyes glistened with that gleam—the one that was so familiar to Dedrus.
Dedrus couldn’t control himself. His lips returned to their passionate embrace. His fingers found their way under Kinzer’s shirt, feeling about fervently, savoring the dips in his torso.

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Author Bio:  If I was writing an old-school craigslist personal, I'd say (appropriately in code): fit masc wm ddf lookin 4 same. 28yo. Of course, who's honest with their craigslist personal ads? And who the hell uses craigslist these days? Please. That's what grindr is for.

On a more serious note, I'm from Atlanta, GA. I work odd jobs. My gay erotic novel Clipped is available through Wilde City Press. I also have a vampire novel coming out through Wilde City in October and a young adult novel being released through Harmony Ink Press in June or July

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Silvia Violet & If Wishes Were Horses #pridepromotions #coverreveal

Book Name: If Wishes Were Horses
Kenneth Carver had everything growing up except warmth and acceptance. When protecting his family’s name became more than he could bear, he came out as gay, sold his company, and bought a horse ranch.
Andrew Wofford's last undercover assignment nearly cost him his sanity. Now he has another chance of catching the drug runner who killed one of his informants and then escaped, but gruesome flashbacks threaten his ability to function in the field.
Andy’s latest investigation sends him to Ken’s ranch where he poses as a ranch hand. Ken is a prime suspect, but Andy refuses to believe Ken is guilty, in part because Andy is falling for him. Ken knows Andy isn’t who he seems, but he can’t bring himself to push the man away. When Ken hears rumors that someone is using his land to move drugs out of the city, he worries that it’s Andy. Neither man can trust the other even though that’s exactly what their hearts tell them to do.
Author Bio: Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary, sci fi, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring.

Author Links:
Goodreads page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21899380-if-wishes-were-horses
Book page on my website (with excerpt): http://silviaviolet.com/book/if-wishes-were-horses/
Twitter: @Silvia_Violet
Cover Artist: LC Chase
Publisher: Self-Published

Tour Dates: April 24th, 2014
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Meeting New Friends... #books #quotes #mmromance

Good morning! Just spent some time off adding to my TBR pile. This week's reading: 

EM Lynley's Brand New Flavor and Gingerbread Palace

What about you?  

Are you ready to make some new book friends? 


Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955