BLOG TOUR: Third Mate (River Wolf Pack #3) by Rebecca James

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Today we’re thrilled to welcome Rebecca James to 3 Chicks to discuss her latest River Wolf Pack  story, Third Mate.  Please join us in making her feel at home! :)

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Where do we go from here?
Book three leaves our favorites in a rather precarious position, and some readers may wonder if there will be a book four. The answer is yes, probably, although the end of book three can be thought of as a stopping point. My publisher plans to put the first three books in a box set. If you’re one of those people who don’t like to read a series until it’s finished, you can safely read these three books and feel a fair sense of completion with a HFN (happily for now).

Speaking of which, there are many who talk about HFE (happily forever), and I’m of the opinion that that can only be achieved if you follow the MC’s through their entire lives and end with them old and together or dying and together (I actually read a book like this recently). I’m unlikely to write that, although never say never. I do, however, like to write books that end happily for my characters, with the reasonable assumption that they’re staying together forever.

So, what’s planned for book four?
Without really spoiling what happens at the end of book three, I’ll say there will be more of the Turned, more of Foster’s quest for his soul mate, a possible reappearance of a threat, and more sex, lol.

What else have I got going on?
Well, I have more of Nicco and Rider from Partners and Lovers. I’ve got a contemporary story in the works that’s got older/younger MC’s. I have a contemporary vampire story and a paranormal sci-fi. I’ll tell you a little about the contemporary story. It’s about a nineteen-year-old young man named Ethan who lives in the southern United States with his father who is a preacher. Ethan meets Donovan, a doctor from New York City, online and eventually arranges to meet with him. Ethan had initially lied about his age, and he never told Donovan otherwise. When Donovan finds out, he doesn’t want anything to do with Ethan. But Ethan’s had one night of passion, and he won’t be put off that easily.

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Rubbing my arm, I zeroed in on an empty space across the room and made my way to it, looking neither left nor right as I zig-zagged around tables. The couch was black and sort of built into the wall with colorful cushions in each corner. I sat and looked around. There were these long, swirly lamps coming down from the ceiling made with little crystals, sort of like twisted waterfalls. Two fancy chairs were facing the couch. Most of the people in the bar sat on the modern white chairs situated around tables, and even though I wanted to be alone, after a few minutes I felt really conspicuous by myself. I tried not to fidget and to look like I belonged.

“What can I get you, sir?” a young woman dressed in black pants and a plain white button-down shirt asked me. She held a tray under her arm and a pad of paper and pen in her hands.

I fished my wallet out of my pocket. I was only nineteen, but most people said I looked older, and I had a really good fake ID.

“A Tom Collins, please,” I said. That seemed like a good, safe drink. Not too fancy, not too boring. The waitress looked at my ID then at me, nodded, and walked away. I hoped no one noticed my sigh of relief. I’d told Donovan I was twenty-four and had gone to college late, when I was really only just finishing up my freshman year at the local po-dunk community college. I was working on getting in somewhere better, but one thing at a time.

I realized I was frowning and leaned back, putting one arm up over the back fo the couch, trying for casual and comfortable.

“Ethan?”

I jumped in my seat, blood rushing to my cheeks at the sound of that voice. Man, I’d know it anywhere. I turned and got my first in-person look at Donovan O’Reilly. He was even more gorgeous face-to-face, and I wouldn’t have thought that possible.

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After the birth of River and Josiah’s twin girls, pack tensions increase. The presence of rogue wolves, females, and humans have many pack members uncomfortable. In exchange for Leo’s help, Stone offers Leo the position of second alpha should Stone succeed in usurping River. Leo’s conflicted between his desire to rise in the pack, his dislike for Stone, and his increasing feelings for both Sam and Foster.  Sam and Foster are best friends, but as a coyote shifter, Foster yearns for his true mate and doesn’t believe he will find him if he stays with the werewolves. Jax knows he must make a difficult decision before he’s turned out of the compound. When David finds out Brooks is considering mating Stone, he determines to stop it. The Angel Hills pack offer a deal in exchange for omegas for their pack.

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Book Series: River Wolf Pack Series, 3
Publisher:  JMS Books
Release Date:  July 16th
Heat Level: 5
Pairing: Male/Male and Male/Male/Male
Book Length: 176 pages
Genre/Tags: poly, contemporary, paranormal (wolf-shifters), M/M and M/M/M romance, paranormal romance

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EXCERPT:

Stone’s sharp, deep voice cut into Leo’s thoughts, and he turned his attention to the front where the contentious alpha had already begun arguing his points.

“…no place for females. Do they even have any werewolf in them?”

“Of course they do; they’re mine. They are developing as quickly as any werewolf child.” River said more calmly than Leo would have under the scrutiny of so many condemning eyes.

“But have they shifted?” someone asked.

“Not yet. You know as well as I do that they could be a year old before they shift.”

If they shift,” Stone muttered. “And most do by seven months.”

“If they don’t shift,” someone else said, “they aren’t werewolves. They’ll have to leave.”

“They don’t belong here.” Stone stood, feet apart and hands on hips. Justin, Stone’s pregnant omega, cowered in submission at the sound of Stone’s displeased voice. His three beta mates sat with eyes downcast, although Leo saw Canaan glance up more than once. There was something shrewd and calculating about Canaan, and although Leo felt sorry for him after his son was killed, it didn’t make it any easier to like him.

“As my children, they certainly do belong here, as yours do, and the progeny of everyone else present,” River said, tone brooking no argument.

Stone made a frustrated sound and looked around, eyes landing on Griffin, an alpha of Stone’s age.

Griffin stood. “Your own father drove your mate’s father from the pack for having relations with a human female.”

“My father did not drive him out. Derrick was punished—told he couldn’t leave the compound. But he ran away.”

“This is true,” Old Ben called out.

“The fact remains that Thorn did not approve of the boy’s actions,” Griffin argued. “He didn’t invite Derrick to bring his female lover into the pack because females don’t belong with werewolves.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” River said with a sigh. “I am not attempting to bring a female among us. My daughters were born to me, and are therefore a part of this pack.”

Before Griffin could speak again, Stone interrupted. “Which wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t mated with the half-human, which you did without consulting the pack.”

“Josiah is a werewolf,” River said. “And I do not need to consult my pack before mating.”

Half-werewolf,” Stone corrected. “Unlike someone who willingly takes the bite and transforms, your mate will always be part human. Which is why he spawned twin abominations—”

In two steps, River crossed the room and had Stone’s neck between his hands, thumbs cutting off the alpha’s air flow. Leo glanced at the humans. Several flinched, and others looked horrified.

“Don’t you ever,” River breathed heavily into Stone’s purpling face, “ever speak of my mate or children in that manner again. Am I clear?”

Stone’s eyes bulged and his mouth gaped as he tried to dislodge River’s grip. Leo stood, along with the other alphas in the room. As pack alpha, River had the right to kill Stone for such an insult, and Leo found himself almost hoping River would. He got the feeling Stone’s mates felt similarly.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Rebecca James logoRebecca James has written all her life, mostly to entertain herself and friends. An English major, she currently writes as a second job but would love to do it full-time. Her first book came out in October of 2015. Since then, she’s written both contemporary and paranormal and hopes to put out a sci-fi book soon.

She’s fortunate to have a husband who supports her in her writing career, three wonderful children, and a rat-terrier.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Match Point by Leigh Carman

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Two stubborn men.

One is a rude jerk. The other, the life of the party.

It was hate at first sight.

Pro beach volleyball players Finn Callahan and Dexter Savage have been rivals since college. While Finn always comes out on top on the court, Dexter’s carefree and fun-loving personality earns him scores of adoring men and women. And as much as Finn fights to deny it, there’s another reason for the tension he feels when Dex is around. Hate wasn’t the only thing he felt when he first laid eyes on his opponent.

When they’re forced to team up, the two men must bury their differences—on and off the court—if either of them is going to succeed professionally.

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EXCERPT:

Finn

“Get it. Get it. Hurry, hurry!”

I scramble for the ball while Coach yells out encouragements—or possibly reprimands. I can never be sure which. Either way I’m on top of my game today. I hustle to the net, get under the ball, and bump it with my wrists, arcing it high for Dex.

Dex waits for it to come down and lifts it using his fingertips. As the ball goes in the air, I take a running jump, curve my body so it doesn’t touch any part of the net, and smack the ball over our opponent’s head. It hits the sand.

“Yes,” Dex shouts and holds up a hand for me to high-five. Grinning, I reach out and slap my hand into his. Dex holds on to it for a brief moment. The contact is quick—less than a second—but the heat that sears through my palm leaves a lasting impression. It’s time to switch sides and it’s my turn to serve. Dex puts his hands behind his back and gives me the signal to hit it left with no spin. I toss the ball up and hit it over the net.

Beautiful. Our opponent drops to his knees and makes the save, but he can’t get to his position quickly enough to reach the ball his partner perfectly sets for him. Dex cheers and pumps his fist in the air. I grin at his enthusiasm. Watching Dexter Savage have the time of his life is mesmerizing. It infuses me with an energy I’ve never felt before. I no longer see Dex as just another charming guy. He has me spellbound and hanging on his every word.

“Nice whiff, dickhead,” I call out when he misses a dig and comes up with a mouthful of sand.

I can’t have him thinking I like him or something.

Dex laughs and spits out the sand. “Shut up, Callahan.”

By the end of the day, we should be exhausted, but we’re riding high on winning the New Orleans Open, and on the thirty-minute ride back to the hotel on the river, we both get our second wind. Dex is literally bouncing around. He’s so full of energy, he’s making me dizzy.

“Come on, Finn. Let’s go out to celebrate. This is New Orleans, The Big Easy. There’s sin on every corner and a ton of awesome clubs here.”

I roll my eyes. “I doubt your idea of an awesome club is the same as mine, Savage.”

“What?” Dex squints at me. Then his eyes widen almost comically. “Oooooohhh. You don’t think I can handle a gay club?” A slow, snarky grin spreads across his handsome face, and my breath hitches.

Hello dimple.

I shake off my dirty thoughts to get back to the subject at hand. “No. I don’t. God. I can’t even think about you going into a gay club without laughing.”

Or getting hard and groaning.

“Hmph.” Dex levels his intense hazel eyes at me and quirks one eyebrow in challenge.

“No, Dex.”

“Yes, Finn,” he sings gleefully.

“No way.”

Dex chuckles and nods his head. “Oh yes. Pull out your sparkly top, baby, because we’re hitting the gay clubs tonight.”

“Fuck you, Savage. I don’t own a sparkly top.”

“Rainbow?”

“No.”

Dex gives me a disgusted look. “What kind of gay man are you?”

“Not a very good one, I guess.”

One who crushes on his straight teammate, that’s what kind of gay man I am. A stupid one.

After five minutes of back and forth, I finally get Dex to let go of the idea of cruising gay clubs tonight, but only on the promise that I’ll take him to one when we get back to LA. I’m hoping he’ll forget by then, because seeing his gorgeous ass shaking on a dance floor while hot, sweaty guys grind on him? I’d implode before the night was over.

We change and grab a cab, and Dex directs the driver to head toward Bourbon Street. “Really, Dex? Bourbon Street? Can’t we go somewhere a little less—”

“Less fun? No, Callahan, we can’t. You’re having fun if it kills me. Tonight I’m officially removing the stick from your ass….” Dex twists his head and shoots me a scorching look that has my dick throbbing painfully in my shorts. “Even if I have to pin you down to yank it out.”

Holy fuck.

I swallow, and my mouth suddenly disconnects from my brain as every drop of blood in my body turns to lava and collects in my groin.

“Whatever, Savage,” I mumble, turn to the window, and shift my hips so Dex can’t see my now fully hard cock.

Dex laughs and shoves my shoulder. Does he not know what he’s doing to me? I sneak a glance at my teammate. He’s looking out his own window, eyes glittering, smile as wide as a kid on Christmas morning.

No. He has no clue. He’s truly excited to go out and have fun. In fact he’s practically bursting out of his skin, he’s so wound up. But then, Dexter Savage always was the life of the party. He’s comfortable in his own skin. It’s what makes him so attractive. Well, besides the tousled, just out of bed hair, the perfectly straight nose and full mouth, and the body to die for. But his outgoing personality was what had me crushing on him in college—and the reason I hated his guts. I watched him every day at practice as he charmed everyone around us, and knew he would never be available to me.

“Here it is.” Dex throws some money at the cab driver and leaps out of the car. I take a look at my surroundings and thump my head on the glass. We’re on a street thick with pedestrians clutching hurricane glasses and sipping through long straws as they mingle in the crowd. Neon signs line the business fronts on both sides of the cab, each promising a different kind of debauchery inside.

Dex leans down and sticks his head in the backseat. “What are you waiting for, Callahan? Let’s get this party started.”

Ugh. Tonight is going to be pure torture.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

HeatherheadshotcolorLeigh Carman is the pen name for the M/M romances written by bestselling Contemporary romance writer, Heather C. Leigh.

She lives outside Atlanta with her husband, 2 kids, and French bulldog.

She is leaving explicit directions in her will for her friends to discreetly scatter her ashes around Fenway Park. Then they are to sit back, watch a game with a beer and a Fenway frank and have a wicked good time.

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Broken Soldier by Jamie Lynn Miller

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Released March 5, 2016

Published by Lulu.com

Word count: 51,000

Categories: Romance, LGBT, M/M, Contemporary, Military

Blurb:

Sergeant Connor Finley and Sergeant Shawn Weller are dedicated soldiers working covert ops for Shadow Unit — a joint UK/US anti-terrorism task force.

Partners in the field and out, they had been through hell together for the last four years and made it through standing side by side. But when their latest undercover op to bring down an arms dealer plunges them into a world of drugs, sex and violence, Shawn must literally get in bed with the enemy in order to complete the mission. And Connor is forced to watch, helpless, as his partner is broken into pieces.

Will love be enough to put them both back together or will this be their final mission?

WARNING: Contains scenes of drug use, graphic sex and realistic situations

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Our thoughts:

Broken Soldier is definitely not a typical M/M romance! Connor and Shawn are both Ex Special Intelligence Agents who’ve been recruited into an elite group known as the Shadow Unit, made-up of members from both American and British intelligence and special ops. Shawn is American and Connor is British. They’ve been together about five months but have worked side by side on missions for over four years.

Now they’re faced with one of the hardest assignments they’ve ever had to endure. It’s not a mission of extreme strength and physical tests, but one that will test the strength and depth of their relationship and it’s ability to endure stress and an outside stressor.

Shawn must go undercover to lure in a drug and arms dealer Jae Chan. A creepy guy who’s in love with seducing foreigners, preferably Americans, getting them addicted to drugs and then discarding them. His arms deals are single-handedly responsible for some heinous attacks so the Shadow Unit is anxious to get this guy and shut his operation down.

Connor goes in and wins a spot as a bouncer in Jae’s club and Shawn must do what he can to replace Jae’s current boy toy. Unfortunately, Shawn gets in way over his head. There are drugs forced on him and it escalates quickly to heroin. Jae uses Shawn’s body as well. I found that to be a little hard to accept. Undercover work will make people do things they wouldn’t normally and I think that’s hard for most to accept, but it happens and it happens to Shawn and Connor in Broken Soldier.

Shawn has to stick it out until their window of opportunity arrives for them to take down Chan, his buyers, and distributors. The problem is the mess Shawn is left in. Can a relationship that’s so new carry Shawn out of the dark depths he’s entered at the hands of Jae Chan?

A dark love story. One that really tests the belief of duty and honor as well as love and commitment. Two men stressed and pulled to the maximum manage to grasp onto each other and hope it’s enough.

RATING: BAD ASS BOOTS!!

BLOG TOUR: Just a Week by Jena Wade

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30818125Just a week is not enough time to fall in love, but Fate doesn’t care. Seth’s carefully crafted plan for how his life will go doesn’t include falling in love with a guy in his horrible hometown. He wants to start a new life anywhere but at home. Until Maddox storms in with his multi-colored hair and carefree attitude.

Long distance relationships don’t work and Seth isn’t into gambling with his future. But the more time he spends with Maddox, the more he’s willing to throw caution to the wind. Now his plan for the rest of his life has been turned upside down and seems to include things Seth never thought possible, including a lifetime of happiness in his hometown.

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Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:

“Maddox!” The excitement in my dad’s voice gave me pause. What the heck was so great about this guy anyway? And why did I even care? “We had a nice weekend. Seth made it home last night.”

“Yeah, I actually saw him at the park.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, standing in the doorway of the back room, out of sight. Never mind the sexy voice— he saw me? Did he see me gawking at the skater boy? Shit. People in this town knowing I was gay was one thing; seeing me ogle another man was another. Christ, I could be driven out of here by the end of the day if word got around.

That was a slight exaggeration, but still, people wouldn’t like it.

“Did you introduce yourself?” Dad rummaged around under the counter for something, making it hard for me to hear. I stepped closer.

“Nah, I didn’t want to be a creeper.”

I wanted to die. Well, not literally, but I did want to run away. When did he see me? Where? Before or after I ogled the skater boy? I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. Instead he and my dad went on and on about the new truck he’d bought and the fact that Maddox would still be staying at the house, even though I was there. Great. Would the embarrassment ever end? I didn’t do well with people. Which was part of the reason why high school was so damn miserable. Sticking three hundred hormonal teenagers in one building for eight hours a day was a recipe for disaster. In college I could come and go as I pleased, and I wasn’t stuck being around the same people every single day.

I had roommates, but that was out of necessity. They were pretty cool guys, so it worked out all right, but if I could manage it, I would live alone. Too bad shelving books afterhours at the library didn’t pay the big bucks.

Maddox’s laughter brought me back to the present. Where I was an idiot stuck working with some guy who had probably caught me checking out another guy. His laughter was just as sexy as his voice. Good God. Thoughts like that had gotten me shoved into lockers around here and worse. I sighed and closed my eyes.

Just a week. I could do anything for just a week.

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Jena began writing in January of 2013 as a New Year’s Resolution–and so far she has stuck to it!
She lives in Michigan. By day she works as a web developer, and at night she writes. Born and raised on a farm, she spends most of her free time outdoors, playing in the garden, or riding her horses. She also helps run the family dairy farm.

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