Crawl in Bed With Haven of Parker Williams Haven's Creed #characterinterview #pridepromotions

Crawling Into Bed With Parker Williams
And a Good Book
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?  When you're used to sleeping in the hills, abandoned buildings, or even the fucking sewer, you're grateful when you get to sleep in a real bed. I special order my linen from Parachute bedding. It's amazing. They're more expensive, but when you make $250,000 a kill, you can afford the finer things in life.
What are you wearing? Right now? Seeing as how I just got home from an operation, I took a shower and put on my Luxe robe. Sammy always wants me squeaky clean before we make up for lost time, if you know what I mean.
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? Hell, I don't care. Kelly's got to clean it up. And after his little joke, the more crumbs, the better. Throw in some peanut butter and jelly. That shit stains real nice.
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? That drawer? My Desert Eagle .50 caliber with muzzle brake is near the front for easy access. Even though I keep my guns locked away, I want something close at hand in case it's needed. In my line of work, you're either ready or you're dead.
There's also a garrote, a Richmond Laser 240 mm kitchen knife – yeah, I know. I've got a set of them, but Kelly keeps this sucker so sharp, I have to have it nearby just in case someone tries to break in, or if I get the munchies in the middle of the night.
Oh, and lube, too. Lots and lots of lube.
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Sammy makes a blanket fort. It makes him feel safe when I'm not home. When I am, the walls come down, and he snuggles with me.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Well now that depends. I've been teaching Sammy to use the stuff I keep in that dresser drawer. Exactly how lucky do you feel?
What are we reading? Haven's Creed by Parker Williams
An act of violence destroys his family and ends the life he knows. To escape his haunted past, he joins the military, where, as a sniper, he is trained to kill with precision and detachment. When a covert organization offers him a new purpose, he becomes Haven, an operative devoted to protecting the innocent when he can and avenging them when he cannot.

After ten years of battling the evil in the world, the life no longer holds the attraction or meaning it once had, and he’s ready to walk away. Then he meets Samuel, a young man forced from the age of twelve to work as a sex slave. If ever a man had a need for Haven, it is this one.

Yet nothing about this growing relationship is one-sided. Sammy gives Haven a stability he’s never known, and Haven becomes the rock upon which Sammy knows he can depend.

When Sammy reveals something about the enemy Haven has been hunting for months, Sammy fears it will destroy what they’ve built and he’ll lose his home in Haven’s heart.


Decades of grime, caked and baked in the summer sun, crusted the filthy rooftop. I shuddered at the thought of what I might be crawling around in. Either way, considering the eddies of snow and ice swirling around in the bitter cold breeze freezing my exposed skin, I almost wished for the heat of summer now. Better to be up here sweating my balls off than freezing them.
Winds off Lake Michigan could be brutal, but they were even worse at the top of the building I’d selected. I’d chosen a tight spot, especially for a man my size. Still, it offered me the best possible vantage point. My muscles cramped as I slithered forward on my stomach, and the gravel bit into the skin where my shirt had pulled free from my vest. The edge of the roof held a myriad of pipes and ductwork. Great for cover, not so good for aiming. I pulled myself in between two pipes that gave me line of sight of the house where the deal would go down. It would be an awkward shot, especially given the weather, but I’d taken worse. My breath fogged the lenses of my goggles a bit, but not enough to matter. At least not to my target.
My fingers stiffened as I slid the chamber into the rifle, the fingerless gloves providing little protection against the elements. It reminded me why I didn’t live in Chicago anymore. I hated winter with a passion. Give me my home in Florida or the one I kept in Arizona and I would be much more content.
The car pulled up a few moments later, drawing my attention back to my assignment. I glanced at my watch. Early. I hated when targets didn’t stick to a timetable. It was very rude. The driver ran around and opened John Dunkirk’s door, allowing the dead man walking to slide out of the backseat and step onto the sidewalk where he waited as Kenneth Alamo came out of the modest house. My fingers itched. Alamo had been in and out of prison for possession and distribution. His name should be next to Dunkirk’s, but he wasn’t my target. There would certainly be a reckoning for him at a later date. Maybe this event would set him on the straight and narrow. Unlikely, but in my line of work, stranger things happened.
While Alamo and Dunkirk exchanged handshakes and a brief bro hug, the driver closed the car door then pulled a case from the trunk, placed it on the hood and stepped away. I took note of the briefcase he carried and I tensed. The poison housed in the innocuous looking satchel was the reason I’d been sent. Twenty-seven people had died, that we knew of. Almost half of them were school kids, some as young as seven.
My employer frowned on that and had sent me to get the justice their families wouldn’t have gotten otherwise. The fact Dunkirk had avoided prison was reason enough he had to come our attention and had gotten his name on a death warrant.
Dunkirk cracked the lid just enough so the other guy could look into it. I imagined the buyer being gobsmacked at the amount of crap crammed into the small case. Enough to make him a shitload of money, and at the same time, give people on the streets their last fix.
While they were both occupied, I took aim. No one noticed the red dot on Dunkirk’s back. I squeezed the trigger in one fluid, practiced motion. The explosion of air that echoed off the rooftop announced his imminent death. The moment his chest exploded, chaos filled the streets. Men swarmed from the nearby building like so many cockroaches. The listening device I’d planted in Dunkirk’s car allowed me to hear the barked orders to find whoever was responsible and deal with him. By the time they got their shit together, I would be back in the shadows and on my way home.
I pulled out my phone and tapped out a quick text message.
It’s done. Next?
The reply came back a moment later. “Police converging. Go now. Talk later.”
I slipped the phone back into my pocket. I could hear the sirens in the distance. They’d arrest the trash, but the man responsible for all the death through the poison he sold on the streets would never have been taken to prison. His lawyers would have guaranteed it, just as they had the last four times he’d beat the rap the government put together. Dunkirk had enough dirt on a handful of key politicians to ensure he’d live to spread his filth on the streets again. That was why they’d sent me in. If there was one thing I knew with absolute certainty, dead men told no tales and, in Dunkirk’s case, sold no drugs.

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Meet the author:
Parker Williams believes that true love exists, but it always comes with a price. No happily ever after can ever be had without work, sweat, and tears that come with melding lives together.

Living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Parker held his job for nearly 28 years before he decided to retire and try new things. He enjoys his new life as a stay-at-home author and also working on Pride-Promotions, an LGBT author promotion service.

Where to find the author:

Connect with Parker on: Twitter: @ParkerWAuthor
Or you can visit his website: www.ParkerWilliamsAuthor.com

Publisher: Parker Williams

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Crawl in Bed with Nic Starr #mmromance #crawlinbed #authorinterview

Crawling Into Bed With NIC STARR
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Definitely cotton. I got rid of the last (and only) set of silk sheets I owned over twenty years ago. They were red. They felt cool and smooth. They were sexy. They were also a pain in the arse. Like Teflon, everything that touched them seemed to slip to the floor. I’m afraid practicality won over romance.
It should be noted that my pillowslip is silk though. Supposedly, the silk fabric is great for keeping the wrinkles at bay. Here’s the link if anyone wants to buy one of their own.
What are you wearing?
I’m wearing a gorgeous sheer négligéejust kidding! Like the sheets, it’s probably been twenty years since I even owned one of those. I slept naked up until I had kids. Once they were old enough to do the midnight prowl, I started wearing pyjamas that usually take the form of a long T-shirt. I’m currently wearing one that says “Coffee Now, Champagne Later” which sums up my life. J
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
We’ve got the top sheet pulled up nice and high, so we don’t get food in the bed as we snack on cheese and fruit. I’ve cut the cheddar into bit size cubes and the brie into wedges. The cheese is accompanied by grapes, strawberries, and sliced apple. If you’re really good, you can have a Tim Tam with a coffee later.
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Depends if it’s my side of the bed or his *wink*
My bedside table will have hand lotion, a nail file, and a spare Kindle (you can’t have too many Kindles).
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I love to snuggle up in the blankets. If you attempt to take them off me, you’ll get banished to the couch.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Sure. For all of five seconds before I elbow you and shove you out of bed. J

What are we reading?
We’re reading sweet romance. Tonight we’ve chosen to read More Than a Friend. It’s a novella so perfectly sized for a nice dose of m/m loving with a happy ending.
Here’s a little taste:
Tim followed Scott down the long hotel corridor. The patterned carpet and beige-toned walls seemed to extend forever as they passed door after door. Tim’s nervousness grew with each step, his chest getting tighter and tighter with each room they passed. By the time they reached the last door, he was almost light-headed with anticipation.
Tim stopped directly behind Scott and waited anxiously as Scott pulled the key card from the back pocket of his jeans. Scott slid the card into the reader on the wall and the door unlocked with a soft snick before he pushed it open. Tim stood at the threshold, reluctant to follow Scott into the room. He knew that once he took the next step, there would be no going back. Whatever happened from now on, it had the potential to alter the course of his future forever.
He was either about to make the biggest mistake of his life, or take a gamble that would pay off tenfold.

If you want to read some more, here are the links were you can purchase your copy.

Want to know a little more about who you’ve been in bed with? *wink*
About Nic Starr
Nic Starr lives in Australia where she tries to squeeze as much into her busy life as possible. Balancing the demands of a corporate career with raising a family and writing can be challenging but she wouldn't give it up for the world.
Always a reader, the lure of m/m romance was strong and she devoured hundreds of wonderful m/m romance books before eventually realising she had some stories of her own that needed to be told!
When not writing or reading, she loves to spend time with her family-an understanding husband and two beautiful daughters-and is often found indulging in her love of cooking and planning her dream home in the country.
You can find Nic on Facebook, Twitter and her blog. She'd love it if you stopped by to say hi.
Website & Blog: http://www.nicstarr.com
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Nic-Starr/e/B00MAWRRQG/
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Truth or Dare Compilation Announcement

Greetings friends and readers! *sips coffee* *shivers* Cold and gloomy here in the Illinois countryside today, but never fear. I've got something here that should warm everyone up pretty nicely! Since I received the rights back to all of my Truth or Dare books, I've been diligently working on getting them back out in the e-book world, with new covers, new edits, new… compilations.

This is something I always wanted to do, but after putting out a paperback compilation, my publisher wasn't able to get an e-book bundle done. So I'm celebrating this winter by offering you the first three Truth or Dare books in a first-time-ever- e-book bundle for only 4.99. That's a $4 savings off buying each book individually!

Mischa, Terry, and Brandon ought to keep you warm and cozy while the weather outside gets frightful. As for me, work waits for no one, so I'll be right here, typing away on the next Parkerburg novella I'm writing with Havan Fellows.

Meanwhile, I've got some Petty queued up on the stereo- yes, I am a dinosaur, thank you very much. I am completely defeated by the idea of transferring all of my cd's to digital files- or whatever they're called- on the computer. And as for the whole mp3 thing? This is yet another reason why I need a houseboy. A pretty one... who doesn't mind doing things like that. 

Truth or Dare Bundle Volume 1

Available at  Amazon    All Romance   Smashwords

The Blake brothers have it all - money, prestige and dysfunction go right along with the family production studio. When Dan Blake gets the genius idea of combining a game of poker with a game of Truth or Dare, his brothers are right to be wary.

Keeping House
Mischa knows his brothers are up to something. He doesn’t realize it will lead him to Donovan Holloway and change his carefree lifestyle forever.
Having grown up in a free-love hippie commune taking care of the parents who should have been taking care of him, Donovan Holloway, advertising executive, newly made vice president of the company where he’s worked for twenty years, has come a long way. He’s worked hard to put himself through school and achieve the American dream. All he’s ever wanted is a normal family life—house in the suburbs, two cars, two kids, a shaggy dog. A family to come home to, to care for, to care for him has been his dream since he was a small boy.
Green-eyed, liberally pierced, black-haired, Mohawk-wearing spoiled youngest son of a Hollywood producer and his actress wife, Mischa Blake has made a terrible mistake. In a fit of childish pique, he’s accepted a dare from his older brothers. The dare? Live on his own, supporting himself completely, for a year without accessing his trust fund. No problem. Except Mischa has never worked a day in his life, hasn’t finished college, and has absolutely no skills to bring to the table.
When he sees Donovan’s ad for a housekeeper/gardener, he has nothing to lose by applying, because really…how hard can it be?

Telling the Truth
Paying his debt for a losing hand of cards sets Terry Blake free to pursue a fantasy he never dreamed could be reality.

Terry lives his life according to guidelines…study accounting, get an MBA, and work for the family business. And while handling the family and business finances is rewarding, something has been missing.
When a losing hand on poker night forces Terry to answer his brother’s question with Truth, he’s unable to hide behind his pristine reputation and fancy business suit. Terry is honor-bound to divulge secrets he’s been ashamed to admit even to himself in the privacy of his own bedroom.
Dex and Trick have finally found acceptance for their relationship in the homes of their friends. They would never do anything to jeopardize that newfound sense of belonging. Fooling around with Mischa’s prissy, domineering, and oh-so-sexy older brother is too risky.
Terry isn’t going to take their dismissal without a fight. He’s convinced Dex and Trick are meant to be his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make them realize all the safety and protection they might need can be found in his arms.

Giving Up
Brandon Blake has a problem. His family is fed up with his controlling ways. They don’t need him managing their affairs anymore. Brandon refuses to lose his connection with his brothers, but he doesn’t know any other way to live. He’s been in charge for a long time. Now his brothers are leaving home and making families of their own, and Brandon’s interference has caused some serious rifts. Brandon’s stressful job as CEO of the family production studio and his concerns for his brothers have contributed to his recently diagnosed ulcer. His doctor prescribes therapy as a way to learn to let go and give up the need to control everything. Brandon finds the counselor he’s been sent to intriguing, if a bit intimidating, though she has absolutely nothing in common with the women he’s dated in the past.
Dr. Arden Grey knows about control. A survivor of marriage to a dominant, abusive partner, she’s spent the last twenty-five years turning her life around. She’s learned to take control and made a career of teaching others to do the same. When his doctor sends Brandon Blake to her, Arden isn’t sure how she can help the man. But after a few sessions, she sees something intriguing hidden inside the surprising Mr. Blake, something that tells her he just might be the man she’s looking for. If only she can convince him that giving up control to the right woman will solve all his problems.

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