May 05

Book Blitz: Growing Strong by BL Dayhoff (Excerpt & Giveaway)

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Author: BL Dayhoff

Title:  Growing Strong

Publisher:  Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Release Date:  5/11/16

Heat Level: 2

Pairing: male/male

Length: 47K

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Genre/Tags: Contemporary, M/M Romance, New Adult

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A chance—and embarrassing—encounter brings Hunter and Chase together, but it’s patience and kindness that keep them there. Through a slow-blossoming friendship and a series of misunderstandings, Hunter finds himself fighting an attraction he thinks isn’t returned. But with the help of his roommate, Tony, he may just be able to make the leap and confess his feelings.

 

But love isn’t Hunter’s only concern. With his sister’s upcoming nuptials, he also must learn to face a family that hasn’t quite disowned him for his sexuality. With Chase by his side, it’s going to take strength for Hunter to stand up for himself and to hold on to what really matters.

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Hunter tripped over Tony’s briefcase in his rush to get to the door, cursed, and somehow remained upright. He stumbled a few more steps, caught himself on the kitchen counter, and stopped. Huffing once, he continued, with slightly more competence, the final few feet to the front door. When he opened it, Chase was there with a stack of DVDs in hand. “Hey.”

“Hey, c’mon in. You find the place okay?”

“Yeah, it was really easy and—oh, hi.”

“Yo.”

“Chase this is—Tony! Put some pants on!”

Tony grinned from his boxer-clad position on the couch. “You didn’t tell me you were having a guest.”

He most certainly had. “Well I do, so, pants!”

“Careful, I might take that as an order.” Tony winked, then wagged his butt all the way back to his room.

“Sorry about him. I think his mother dropped him a few times as a child.”

Chase chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. We all have a few in our lives.”

“Tell me about it. So what movies did you bring?” He sat on the couch, tucking himself against one armrest, and was pointedly not disappointed when Chase sat on the opposite side—making himself as far away as possible.

“Um, well, La Belle et la Bête, because it’s so standard, The Bitter Sweet Tears of Petra von Kant, The Four Hundred Blows, Run Lola Run, Rashomon—which is dry but classic—and A Love to Hide.”

“Well,” Hunter chuckled. “I think I’ve heard of one or two of them. How about Lola? Unless there’s one you wanted to watch?”

“No, I just brought a variety so if you get bored, we can switch.” He opened the case, popped the DVD out, and handed it to Hunter, who got up and slid it in the DVD player.

He tracked down the remote, and when he turned around he found Tony sitting in his spot.

Glaring at Tony was equivalent to yelling at the rain, so he dimmed the lights, took the spot between them, and hit play. Lacking an armrest, he folded his arms across his chest and glanced at Tony. What did he think he was doing? Why was he crashing in when Tony had been egging him all week about how Hunter had a second date? Was he trying to make sure nothing happened? Or was he forcing Hunter to sit closer?

He shifted his gaze to Chase, who was watching the previews. With a sigh, Hunter sagged into the couch and skipped the disc ahead so he could stare at the opening credits.

But he couldn’t focus. He wished life was full of do-overs like movies. He had the running down. Or maybe just the running without ever getting anywhere. He woke up in the same bed every morning. Went to the same job. Knew the same people.

Leaning forward, he picked up the remote and paused it.

“Everything okay?” Chase asked.

Tony elbowed him in the side and said, “Dude?”

“I just realized we don’t have popcorn. Do you want popcorn? I want popcorn.” He stood and shuffled into the kitchen.

“Sure, I could eat some popcorn.” Chase followed behind. “Plain?”

“Um.” He pulled the box off the shelf. “Movie theater. So extra buttery, I guess. That good?”

“Yeah.” Chase smiled.

Hunter opened a bag, shoved it in the microwave, entered the time, and started it.

“I was worried that you hated the movie already.”

“No! I mean, it’s fine; it just started. I don’t like to judge things immediately.”

“Good. I know it’s a weird one, but sometimes I swear we only get the weird ones.”

“Ah, well,” Hunter said in his worst European accent, “you crazy Americans love that shit.”

Chase chuckled and leaned back on the counter as the smell of hot butter filled the air, joined by the pop-pop-popping of their snack. “It’s true. America sometimes feels like the redheaded stepchild of the world.”

“Well, least we’re not Canada.”

“Hey, my grandparents were Canadian!”

“Oh, uh… I…”

Chase laughed. “I’m kidding. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He tilted his head to the side and flashed a grin. Cute.

Hunter diverted himself by pulling a bowl down and removing the hot popcorn. The comforting aroma rushed out when he opened the bag and poured the popcorn into the bowl.

Chase snuck around him to steal a piece, popping it into his mouth with a satisfied crunch. “First piece is always the best.”

“Right…” He was distracted by the smudge of oil on Chase’s lip and the pink tongue that darted out to clean it up. Averting his eyes to the bowl in his hands, he headed back toward the living room. “So, shall we?”

“Yep!” Chase followed him, plopping down in his previous spot on the now-empty couch.

Hunter hesitated, then sat beside him with just enough room to nestle the bowl between them. He hit play.

Chase glanced down the hall toward the bedrooms. “Should we wait for Tony?”

“No, I don’t think he likes foreign flicks. It’s fine.”

“Okay.”

They settled into the movie, taking turns gobbling up popcorn as the scene unfolded again and again. Hunter couldn’t concentrate. Their hands kept bumping, knuckles grazing and skin brushing, each awkwardly pulling away. Was Chase doing it on purpose? Was it subtle flirting? Hunter couldn’t tell. He knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose—not that he minded—but what if Chase was?

Eventually he just grabbed a large handful and ate from that, leaving Chase what was left. It didn’t matter. Things could just progress naturally. If Chase was interested, he’d say something. He’d have to have seen how incompetent Hunter was. God, he was incompetent. Not that he necessarily wanted to date Chase. Friends first, that was a good idea. So that way they’d have something to base a relationship on. Not that he thought Chase was interested in a relationship. If he was gay—and Hunter was pretty sure he was—it didn’t mean he’d automatically be interested in Hunter.

Hunter was a dork, socially screwy, and God, they’d met when he’d been fucked in an alley, drugged, and was throwing up. Yeah, there was no way in hell Chase was interested in him. He wiped his hand on the leg of his jeans and stared pointedly at the screen. Friends was good. He needed more friends. Tony would argue he needed friends period, but that wasn’t true.

He winced at a loud noise in the movie and sank down into the couch, shifting away inch by inch until he was leaning against the opposite armrest. To distract himself from the man on the other end of the couch, he tried to focus on the movie. When that didn’t work, he pondered if his character Erik would like this kind of movie. He didn’t seem like the type. Too busy with work and school to waste time watching movies when he could be studying or hanging with friends. Half closing his eyes, Hunter composed in his head.

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Author PicBL Dayhoff is working on coming out of her shell. She’s always had an interest in writing, but only recently has done it for more than just her own personal amusement. She loves to fill her time with too many things, and her initials really are “BL” but unfortunately do not stand for Boys Love. Although maybe her parents knew something about the future…

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May 04

Cover Reveal: Snakes Among Sweet Flowers by Jason Huffman-Black

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Author: Jason Huffman-Black

Publisher:  Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: AngstyG

Release Date:  June 20

Heat Level: 3

Pairing: M/M

Length: 79k

Genre/Tags: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Suspense, Thriller

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Two-time ex-con Camden Sanders has decided that Hog Mountain—an isolated community on the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia—is the perfect place to continue running small scams without the threat of more prison time. But there are a few problems with this plan. One is the neighborly citizens of Hog Mountain thwarting his dirty dealings at every turn with their kindness. Another is Jackson Rhodes, a closeted Hog Mountain police officer who can see right through Cam’s good ol’ boy act and plans to catch him red-handed despite the attraction they both can feel. But the biggest problem of all is that Cam’s past is threatening to catch up with him, and it could mean trouble for more than just himself.

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When Cam parked his pickup in front of the pumps at his station, he was surprised to find a local police cruiser waiting by the closed garage door. A tall blond cop leaned leisurely against the front bumper, staring directly at him as he took his time getting out. The frown on the policeman’s face was at odds with his stance, and although Cam didn’t think he had much to worry about, he couldn’t help the hammering in his heart, the constricting of his chest.

He’d dealt with cops and guards enough to know there wasn’t a one of them that wasn’t a sadistic asshole. They thrived on making people like Cam suffer. Cam had yet to deal with the local law and had hoped his lucky streak would continue. He had to admit the officer knew how to wear a uniform, though, with broad shoulders and slim waist accentuated nicely. Too bad he couldn’t sit in the truck all day and ogle the man instead of having to deal with whatever he wanted. With a sigh, Cam gathered his wits and opened the truck’s door, stepping out, then turning back to grab his breakfast. Well, shit. Wasn’t this morning starting off with a bang.

Instead of walking toward the officer, he aimed for the front door of the gas station. He’d turned the area attached to the garage into a waiting area with mismatched office chairs and an old coffee table from the Goodwill. Cam had to jiggle the key in the lock a few times before the cylinder turned, and as he opened the door, he heard footsteps approaching.

“What can I do you for this morning, Officer?” Cam asked as casually as possible. “Your cruiser giving you trouble?”

Cam sat his breakfast on the counter that ran along the back wall, then stepped over to the window-unit AC and pushed the button to get it going. It wasn’t that hot yet, but it wouldn’t take long to get there. When he still hadn’t gotten an answer from the cop, he turned to find him doing a thorough visual inspection of the area, then stepping over to the glass door leading to the garage and doing the same, canting his head to get as much of a view as possible without entering. Cam frowned.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” Now he had a reason for concern. What was the cop looking for? Cam had a sudden itch to run for it, although he had no idea what he was running from.

The officer turned, and Cam squinted to read the name Jackson Rhodes above the pocket of his uniform. When Officer Rhodes’s hand came to rest on the butt of his gun, it was all Cam could do not to flinch. “Who is the second coffee for, Mr. Sanders?”

Cam glanced over to his breakfast and back to Rhodes, his nervousness kicking up a notch. “I… uh….”

“Is anyone else here, Mr. Sanders?” Officer Rhodes took a step forward.

Shit! Cam was going into a full-out panic. His gaze darted around the room, looking for some way out of the situation, but then just as suddenly, his subconscious gave him a metaphoric kick in the ass. What the hell? Was he going to let this asshole come into his place of business and fuck with him? He had nothing to hide. Well, okay, that wasn’t exactly true, but he wasn’t going to simply crumple over one question.

Cam slipped into his I-give-not-one-fuck persona and looked Officer Rhodes in the eye. “I don’t see where that’s even a little bit of your business, Officer. Want to tell me what this is about?”

Officer Rhodes took a few more steps closer, until he was crowding Cam against the counter in front of his food. “I’ve been hearing tales on your methods of auto repair. From changing the winter air out of tires to replacing dissolved halogen crystals in headlights or the deoxygenized water in a radiator. A quick background check shows you’ve served time in the past.”

Fuck it! Cam thought. He took a step forward too, coming chest to chest and nose to nose with the officer. “Yeah, I done time, and I paid my debt. I’m here making a fresh start and I won’t have you bad talking my business. I have a logbook of work done, signed off by the customers. It shows I did legitimate work, no matter what you hear.”

“I’d like to see this log, if you will,” Officer Rhodes responded. Damn, the man was fine. Light brown eyes sparking with challenge, blond hair cut short in a crew cut. He looks so clean-cut, you’d think he would squeak when he walks.

Instead of pulling out the log, Cam turned toward his breakfast. “Coffee, Officer? I do have two. Might as well share. It was like I knew I was going to have company this morning.” He busied himself by pulling out the creamer and sugar packets from the bag and placing them where Rhodes could get to them, then pulling out the rest of his purchase and divvying up the food as if he’d meant to buy the cop breakfast.

When Cam glanced over, Rhodes was looking around again as if making sure no one else was in the shop. Then he shrugged and started doctoring his coffee to his satisfaction. Cam did the same and took a sip before opening one of the cabinet doors below the countertop. He pulled out a receipt book and pushed it over to the officer, then scooped up his breakfast and coffee and settled into one of the chairs to eat.

While Officer Rhodes leaned over the counter and flipped through the receipt book, Cam took the opportunity to admire the fine backside on display. The cop was built like a brick shithouse and would make a great addition to his spank bank. No doubt Rhodes had a gaggle of cheerleader-esque girls in town who giggled when he walked by. And that was too bad. Cam wouldn’t mind giving the fine officer a strip search.

The sound of a throat clearing brought Cam back from his thoughts. He glanced up to find Officer Rhodes staring at him with a frown on his face. Oops.

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May 02

Guest Post & Giveaway: Mocha Kisses and Coffee by Rawiya

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Title:  Mocha Kisses and Coffee

Author: Rawiya

Publisher:  Thirteen Below Press

Release Date:  April 1, 2016

Heat Level: 3

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 165 pages

Genre/Tags: Interracial, contemporary, multicultural, mm, gay romance

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Simple delicacies like donuts and coffee can bring two people together no matter what their differences; it can make for a very satisfying experience. But deceit can turn those experiences sour.

In these two stories, Cupid shoots his arrows at four men, drawing them to one another through chance encounters that instantly grow into something more.

Time To Make The Donuts

Christopher Wettlon has inherited his grandfather’s Donuts to Go shop. He’s young, educated, and pretty well off, but still something is missing from his life.

Enter Andre Bentley, who seems to have everything going for him. Little does Christopher know Andre is out for more than his fresh, strawberry creams.

The two men are getting along well until Chris confronts Andre about his job. Can Andre ‘work’ himself back into Chris’s good graces?

Smooth Like Latte

Brendan Walsh is committed to working for his irrational, homophobic dad who has threatened to disown him if he comes out gay to the world. Pretending to be someone he isn’t weighs him down. This puts Brendan on edge and alert at all times, leaving little to no time for him to build a steady relationship with anyone.

Davori “Latte” Jenkins is a happy go lucky barista working in the Walsh building. Born and raised in North Carolina, Latte possesses extremely good looks and charms the pants off anyone in his path using his Southern boy attitude.

When Brendan visits the shop Latte works in, they’re immediately drawn to one another. Latte makes him a caramel latte with something extra.

Because Brendan isn’t out of the closet, they keep their thoughts and flirtations private. Once they start dating, Brendan gets the courage to come out publicly and the relationship goes into overdrive. Still, Latte desires something more to define their relationship.

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RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. She loves multiracial characters who overcome obstacles other than race. Sweet, sassy, and spicy would be the best way to describe her work. Happily married mother of two, loves music, computers, and travel.

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Apr 30

Book Blitz: Will & Patrick’s Happy Ending (Excerpt & Giveaway)

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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.

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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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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.

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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.

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Apr 29

Book Blitz: The Spider’s Web by Sophia Beaumont (Excerpt & Giveaway)

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Title:  The Spider’s Web

Publisher:  Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Release Date:  May 4, 2016

Heat Level: 1

Pairing: m/f

Length: 59,000 words

Genres/Tags: Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

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After being released from a Toronto psych ward, Evie decides that her life needs a drastic change. Moving 500 miles east to stay with her aunt in Montreal, however, is not turning out as expected. Though she loves the city, she can’t outrun the problems that drove her to the edge in the first place.

Recovery might be a little easier if not for Micha. Handsome, kind, always willing to help Evie or cheer her on–and completely invisible to everyone else. He seems to think he’s some kind of guardian angel, and she might need one now that things have gone from bad to just plain weird.

It started with the spiders–ghostly spiders that showed up out of nowhere, swarming over Evie while she was home alone. Then the owls started following her.

Her search of answers dredges up past lives, secret societies, and one very angry goddess. She’s going to need help from some very powerful friends if she wants to make it to her next birthday, but when one of those friends is the goddess of the underworld, she might need more help than a guardian angel can provide.

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The shawl was nearby. Practically laying on the ground, I reached out a hand for it. The girls were too busy kneeling in rapture. The gathering had taken on a feeling of a tent revival, except instead of healing the sick they were planning on turning me into bar-b-que. Kelly’s eyes had taken on the same ethereal glow as those of the owls; she was beyond the cares of the mortal world. Whatever she was doing, it seemed to be having an effect.

I threw the shawl. It hit Kelly full in the face. She stumbled, her words becoming incoherent as she tried to pull it off, but it clung there like a wet towel and wouldn’t let go, tangling into her short hair and catching on the sequined collar of her dress.

In the split second distraction, I rolled away from the initiates and barreled through the women behind us, knocking them down by crashing my shoulder into their knees and hips. They were packed so closely that where one went down, another two would follow.

I came up sprinting, diving for the elevator with them hot on my heels. I slammed my hand against the button, but the door didn’t open. There was no way that I’d be able to wait for it come up from the lobby, but there were no stairs that I could see from this side of the cafe.

Miraculously, Kelly was still trapped in the shawl, the knitting forming a net that covered her from head to toe.

I thought of my torn poncho, and the things that Kelly had said about my former incarnations powers.

I don’t know how I did it, but the next thing that I knew the green and white awning had collapsed, trapping half of them in a makeshift net. I was so close to the wall that I was barely spared injury.

The elevator door dinged open behind me. I dove inside. As soon as the door shut, I ripped off my heels. When it reached the first floor, I bolted out the door barefoot, ignoring the stares of the people around me, pushing past shocked tourists and horrified locals.

I ran straight into traffic as I shot down the street, narrowly missing being run over by a bus. I was certain that the owls were overhead, tracking my every move. I had to get off of the street.

Places d’Armes Metro station. I was through the doors and taking the escalator two steps at a time down to the platforms.

They knew where I lived. They’d found me there before, and their creepy spiders–their legion–had been in the house.

The train pulled up as I careened onto the platform. I skidded to a halt, catching myself on one of the poles inside. I collapsed into one of the hard plastic orange seats. I had the car to myself. I covered my face, trying to catch my breath and figure out what my next move would be.

“Micha.”

The air beside me cooled noticeably, drawing goosebumps on my skin. He knelt in front of me and took my hand.

“What do I do?” I asked. I was tapped out. My mind had stopped working, drawing a blank.

“I need a safe place. But where can I go?”

The only other person that I knew, that I trusted in the city, was Adam. I didn’t want to put him in danger, but I didn’t know what else to do.

I got off at my usual stop, but walked down to his building, just two streets over. One of the lights in the upstairs windows was still lit and from the backyard I could hear what sounded like another party. I knocked on the front door. No one answered.

Peering around back, I saw that I was right. Probably twenty people were gathered in what appeared to be an impromptu end-of-the-year bash. Strings of lights were hanging from the trees. Beer bottles were all over, coolers open to the night air. I hid in shadow for several moments, watching, until I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. It was only a beetle, but for a second I thought it was a spider and nearly panicked.

Adam appeared on the back deck, beer in hand, peering at me over the railing. I saw him and nearly broke down. “Evie! Are you alright? I thought-”

“I tried to come here, first, but he didn’t understand me,” Micha said.

“It’s okay.” I squeezed his hand.

Adam came down the steps and lead me towards the back door. “Inside. Come on.” He ushered me in without so much as a word to the party goers.

“Come on. Up here.” He pulled me into what I assumed was his bedroom. Closet sized, with posters from comic book movies on the walls and an old Mac desktop in the corner, and a tv propped up on milk crates housing DVDs and video game cases.

He sat me down on his bed. As soon as the door was closed I started to cry. I bawled. I don’t know for how long. Adam knelt beside me and put his arms around me. I was shaking. When I could breath enough to speak coherently again, I spilled out the story of the evening and how it had all gone terribly wrong. Adam stared at me, wide-eyed in complete disbelief. I don’t think he would have taken me seriously at all if not for his power.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Just…don’t worry for right now.”

He laid me down, stroking my hair. “Just relax. It’ll be fine. They won’t find you here,” he said.

I felt my muscles relax. My mind was still worried, but it was distant.

My eyes drooped. He covered me with his blanket. “We’ll talk in the morning. We’ll get this figured out.”

That was the last thing that I remember.

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Apr 28

Book Blitz: Bad Cops by A.J. Llewellyn (Excerpt & Giveaway)

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Author: A.J. Llewellyn

Series Title and Number: Laid, #2

Publisher:  Torquere

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Release Date:  5/4/16

Pairing: M/M

Length: 19,000 words

Genre/Tags: BDSM, Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Humor, Menage, Mystery, Gay Fiction

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Bad Cop Diaries Book 2 – Jack Cannon’s sexy ex Will Tallman is a cop on the take…there’s nothing worse than a bad cop…or are appearances deceiving?

In this explosive sequel to Laid, a series devised by gay porn director John Bruno and written by A.J. Llewellyn, hotshot Los Angeles police Lieutenant Jack Cannon is back in action. With his lover Lucky out of town on assignment, Jack has too much time on his hands and too much aggression to wait patiently at home for him. With a multi-department takedown of a drug and gambling ring exposed in an old LA warehouse, Jack slips inside the ruined, crumbling building for some solo fun…except that a few other cops…and a bad guy or two have the same idea…some guys are just born to be bad…

Author’s Note: Every sex scene in this book was filmed for Massive Studios in a series of webisodes.

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Summer held its grip on the city, even though it was November and the Christmas crush had started. Every hour on the hour, the song Let it Snow played on the piped music system of the Grove at Farmer’s Market. Fake snow fell from strategic spots on roofs and lampposts. It was so goofy when the weather was so unseasonably warm.

Lucky laughed as fake snowdrops landed on my cheeks. This outdoor complex, less than a mile from our house, was our go-to place and we loved it. We liked the fish family, as we always called them. We could never decide on the daily specials because everything was wonderful and dirt cheap.

The waitresses laughed with Lucky. Their hopeful stares faltered as he brushed white flakes from my nose and kissed me. There was no mistaking we were lovers. I veered between wanting people to know he was mine and keeping a safe, respectable appearance.

Stunned at the array of food they’d plied him with, I felt a wave of fury riding high in me.

“They gave you Shrimp Louie?” I asked, feeling a stab of jealousy.

“Fat free dressing,” he said.

I laughed. “My baby inhales French fries but likes fat free dressing.”

“Of course. You know I pick my carbs. Say, let’s finish this. I smell the caramel corn popping.”

We ate in silence. We never ran out of things to talk about. It was our first awkward moment together. Ever. It took me by surprise because we never stopped moving our lips. They were either on each other’s mouths, asses, or cocks, arranged around food or great conversation. But we sat, both so quiet, the weight of truth hanging like a steel wrecking ball between us.

He decided to kick the ball.

“Jack, it’s only a few weeks. We’ll be together for Thanksgiving, one way or another.”

“Fuck. It sucks.”

“Yeah, it sucks. But think how much fun we’re gonna have when we meet up again.”

“Shut up,” I said and he laughed.

He took my hand. “Popcorn calls.”

We pushed through the lunchtime crowd and bought a bag of it, still warm from the pot. We sampled some fresh coconut corn and bought a pound of that too. We loaded up on slices of fresh butter toffee after tasting tons of different blends. We couldn’t agree on the peppermint bark and chose candy cane bark instead. We snapped up miniature kiwi fruit and persimmons at the fruit stall. I was validating the parking ticket when I saw him open his cell phone.

“It’s time,” he told me. “They’re ready to roll.”

We went home to our little studio guest house in back of a Pepto Bismol pink duplex on Havenhurst Drive. When I first met him, Lucky had a gorgeous house in the Larchmont district. It was an elaborate prop, part of his undercover disguise as a Mafioso. Now he was on to another secret assignment and I would still be here, working with my own team. There would always be busts, there would always be separations, but this was the first.

He put his hand on my thigh as we waited for a light on the corner of Melrose.

“It fucking blows monkey chunks, Jack.”

“Yeah. It does.”

He stared straight ahead. “I’m going to ask you once and lie to me if you have to, but can you be faithful? Please tell me you won’t fuck anyone else. Please…just don’t do it.”

“I won’t.” I don’t think.

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 A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 200 published gay erotic romance novels.

A.J. wants you to read them all. A.J. can be found lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Pearl’s Peril and Farm Heroes Saga.

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Apr 27

Book Blitz: Circle of Change by Laney Cairo (Excerpt & Giveaway)

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Title:  Circle of Change

Publisher:  Torquere Press

Release Date:  Previously released in 2009

Heat Level: 4

Pairing: M/M

Length: 66,000 words

Genre/Tags: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Trans, Inspirational Romance

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Life is hard for Kim, struggling with homophobia at school in his senior year, and with loneliness as he journeys to adulthood. Dash, a young gay college student, is on a journey too, looking for a spiritual teacher. Their paths cross when Dash joins the coven Kim’s mother, Helen, belongs to, and the attraction between them is immediate and mutual. But Kim is not the person Dash thinks he is, and the truth is more than Dash can deal with. Can Dash apply the lessons he’s learning in the circle to the rest of his life, and accept Kim?

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Kim stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom and looked hard at himself. The whole preppy look worked well on his body. He was too slight and short to do athletic or plaid, too dainty-boned to do leather. Tidy collars and V- necked sweaters were the right look.

He undid the buttons of his shirt and took it off, and frowned. The white T-shirt underneath the shirt hid most things. He unzipped his chinos and let them fall to his bare feet, leaving him standing in Calvin Klein stretch boxers and T-shirt. Still acceptable. Off came the T-shirt, revealing nipples too close together and too large. Boxers… Kim pulled Boris, made of chamois and foam, out of his boxers, and rolled them down.

It hurt to look at himself like this, so broken and incomplete: smooth triangle of pubic hair, hipbones jutting out, tiny breasts. Despair welled up, and longing, and Kim wrapped his bathrobe around himself and sat on the bed to cry. If he could stay dressed forever, it might just be possible to get through this, but showers were unbearable. He would have to be a very grubby gay boy. And a celibate one.

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Laney lives in a queer commune with three of her favourite people and two of her favourite dogs. When not writing, she teaches university students about apostrophes, scientific methodology and visual culture. In her spare time she photographs fjords and works on being kinder. Laney is the author of several books, including Bad Case of Loving You.

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Book Blitz: Devoted Alpha by DC Juris (Excerpt & Giveaway)

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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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Book Blitz: One Warlock’s Love Story: Knight and Dae by Shad O. Walker

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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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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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Book Blitz: Fool For Love Anthology (Excerpt & Giveaway)

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Title:  Fool for Love

Authors:

Jessica Chase

Keelan Ellis

L.J. Hamlin

Asta Idonea

DC Lowry

Lila Mathews

Cassandra McMurphy

Charles Payseur

DM Roberto

Lynn Townsend

Monica Wang

Edited by B. Luckowski

Publisher:  Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Release Date:  April 20, 2016

Heat Level: 5

Pairings: Male/Male, Female/Female

Length: 59,800

Genre/Tags: Contemporary, BDSM, Fantasy, Paranormal, Humor, Lesbian Romance, M/M Romance

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Not every love story starts out pretty, and Fool for Love has plenty of pranks, blunders, and misunderstandings to prove it. Whether it’s two college students assuming the worst or a visit from “The Trickster” himself, this collection of romantic near-misses and second chances shows that a rough beginning might very well lead to the happiest ending of all.

In Can’t Stand the Heat by Keelan Ellis a not-so-friendly prank on a would-be sous chef’s competition goes too far, and backfires in more ways than one. L.J. Hamlin’s Cherry Bomb introduces us to a world-weary Dom and a young fraternity brother who get off on the wrong foot, but learn that trying something new might be exactly what they need. In Coffee and Chaos by Jessica Chase, an ambitious detective believes that his new partner is a joke, but soon realizes that he may not be quite so perfect himself. In Lynn Townsend’s Had Me at Cheese Fries, an orderly and a nurse discover that, if they can survive April Fool’s Day in the emergency room, they can make it through anything, as long as they do it together. In Kangaroos Next 200km by Asta Idonea, a young man learns that taking a drunken dare in the outback might not have been a very wise thing to do, but being rescued by a sexy, older trucker on a tight schedule could be the best thing that’s ever happened to him. A secret admirer teaches a Valentine’s Day-hating baker that romance isn’t dead in Moonlight Masquerade by D.M. Roberto. In DC Lowry’s Rough Love, two college classmates discover that being perfect for one another may not be enough to keep them together unless they learn how to communicate before things fall apart. Fifteen years is a long time to make up for, but in Lila Mathews’ Rough Waters, two former best friends realize that forgiveness is sometimes the only way to a new beginning. In Tomatoes and Mangoes by Monica Wang, two geeky game-night enthusiasts discover that nothing says “I love you” like a never-ending stream of tricks and teases. An unexpected encounter turns a college student’s ideas about his own sexuality inside out in Cassandra McMurphy’s The Date. Nothing would delight Loki more than humiliating the god of thunder himself in Trickster69 by Charles Payseur—too bad his heart won’t get with the program.

Love is love—no matter if it happens by misdeed or mayhem—and these short stories cover it all. From uncertain flirtations to the most determined pursuits, everyone has the potential to be a Fool for Love in the end.

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From Monica Wang’s Tomatoes & Mangoes:

Having completed the uneven trade, Kei acquired Becca’s resources and soundly defeated everyone, especially Becca. Even as she was gloating, Kei stayed fixed to her exact place on the couch. She wondered if Becca noticed at all that their legs were still in contact, however minor. Or, on a negative note, what if Becca just didn’t move away because it might have seemed impolite?

“Good game,” Becca beamed at her. She didn’t seem to mind that Kei lied to her about the wheat, though she wasn’t a competitive player to begin with; for most of the games, only Cory and Kei fought to win.

“Thank you,” Kei said. With the distraction of the game gone, she was almost painfully aware of the gentle warmth emanating from Becca and flowing into her. Although the contact point between their thighs was limited, Kei could feel her body reacting in several other places where tension and heat were building into a wonderful sort of discomfort. She hadn’t felt like this since her early teens. She hadn’t felt like this about anyone ever.

When Cory came over and split them up by walking across the couch in heavy, wobbling steps to grab a game guide from the shelf on the other end, Kei could have beaten him with the hardcover tome. Never mind that he was the one who introduced them in the first place and continued to bring them together week after week.

Since Becca rarely sent her messages, Kei tried not to send her too many, either, not wanting to be a bother. One of her favourite text conversation with Becca was from the night there was a low-magnitude earthquake in their city.

Did you feel the earthquake just now?! Scary!

Nope, Kei wrote back. She had been eyeing the coffee table before her, wondering if she should pull out all the clutter under it so she could Duck and Cover in case of an aftershock. Now she cast earthquake safety aside and tapped out on her phone: Are you okay? Feeling like there’s an earthquake is a symptom of the flu that’s been going around.

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