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Book Blast: Between The Lies (Club Syn #1) Draven St. James

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Between The Lies by Draven St. James
Series: Club Syn book 1
(Can be read as a standalone.)
Release Date: April 4, 2016
Pages or Words: 31,000
Publisher: Draven St. James
Cover Artist: Karrie Jax
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance

Blurb:

Professor Graham Darrius leads a double life, everyday he enriches the lives of students, but at night he struts the stage as Ebony Powers at Club Syn. The two personas cannot mix, which is an easy rule to follow until a sexy man from Iowa stumbles through the door.

Spencer Neil has never stepped foot into a gay bar and holy shit did he get more than he’s ever imagined. What did he know about drag queens, go-go boys and heated exchanges in dark corners? The world he lives in is academic and predictable. At least until he meets Graham, and sees that sometimes all is not what it seems.

Beneath the shock of discovery, misunderstandings, silk stockings, and wicked instruction Graham finds himself falling for Spencer and Spencer finds he’s getting a whole different kind of education.

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Excerpt:

“You’re giving off some mixed signals with your silence, hon.”

The touch of fingers along his back had him tensing with need but chained by confusion. He bit his lip to hold in whatever whimpered plea might have escaped. He’d spent years suppressing his sexual nature, so the tendency toward silence was automatic by now. It was far more difficult to make himself let out noise of any kind, much less anything intelligible.

“I may be a lot of things, but I don’t seduce unwilling men.” Ebony’s soft caress left his body, and Spencer swayed toward the touch.

“Stay,” Spencer whispered before he could rethink the word, but he knew he meant it. Whatever Ebony had to offer him, his body sure as hell wanted…needed.

The warmth of Ebony’s body caged him in the small space, like a furnace. The click of the lock being set into place had his heart speeding. What am I doing?

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Meet the author:

I’m a born and raised Oregonian. I’ve traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill my books. My ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories both sexy and humorous. It gives me a great excuse to do some crazy stuff in the name of research. Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where I find my peace.

Where to find the author:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/draven.stjames

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/dravenSJ

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DravenStJames

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/dravenstjames/

Blog: https://dravenstjames.wordpress.com/club-syn/

Tour Date & Stops:
April 4, 2016

Parker Williams, Divine Magazine, Bayou Book Junkie, Two Chicks Obsessed With Books and Eye Candy, My Fiction Nook, Alpha Book Club, Oh My Shelves, BFD Book Blog, Dawn’s Reading Nook, Molly LollyHappily Ever Chapter, MM Good Book Reviews, Bonkers About Books, Man2ManTastic, Jessie G. Books, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, MM Book Escape, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Caraway Carter, Open Skye Book Reviews, 3 Chicks After Dark, Charley Descoteaux, Decadent Delights, Havan Fellows, Rainbow Gold Reviews, The Jena Wade

 

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Review: The Angel of 13th Street (The Angel of 13th Street #1) by Eden Winters

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Released March 5, 2016

Published by Rocky Ridge Books

Sales link: Amazon

Blurb:

Noah Everett shed his rent boy existence for a bar and helping young men get a second chance at life. Haunted by those he couldn’t save, he keeps others at bay until his self-imposed loneliness is shattered by ambitious but homeless Jeremy Kincaid.

Aged out of the foster system, Jeremy’s the perfect target for a ruthless pimp like Willie Carnell. He wants no part of any future that includes working for Willie, but without a strong ally, he may not have a choice.

Noah knows exactly what Willie’s capable of, and if he’ll fight for strangers, he’ll fight harder for Jeremy.

Even if it takes confronting his own past.

Rainbow Award Nominee for M/M Contemporary Romance – Honorable Mention (2010)

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Our thoughts:

Noah has escaped a life of homelessness and prostitution to stay alive. Without the help of Billy, he probably wouldn’t have made it for long. Billy was his soul mate, his love. Billy was the reason Noah was led into that lifestyle and also the reason he left it as fast as he could.

Now over a decade later, those memories are haunting him again. A kid, Jeremy, has shown up with the same look as Billy. It triggers many memories from the past for Noah. Jeremy is homeless, trying to attend school, and keep his grades up. He wants to graduate and win a business scholarship. School is everything for him. Being homeless, he’s easy prey for the likes of the local pimp, Willie. Willie’s thugs aren’t leaving Jeremy alone. That’s how Jeremy and Noah cross paths. Now, Noah is determined to help save Jeremy. To get Willie off Jeremy’s back so he can do great things with his smart business sense.

In order for Jeremy to be free of Willie and his thugs, Noah must confront his past and sell a piece of his soul for Jeremy’s freedom and safety.

It’s pretty sad to see what lengths Willie forces Noah to endure for Jeremy’s freedom. I think Noah has always held a torch for his long-lost Billy. Maybe in the far reaches of his mind, he thought Willie might come around and be the Billy that Noah always loved. Billy never returned that love, no matter how much Noah yearned for it.

The Angel of 13th Street is pretty complex. It brings to light the underbelly of homeless youth and their dive into prostitution. Noah got out and is trying to help others, but he will always be up against those willing to sacrifice everything to keep their supply of men for their business- at all costs. Just because Noah and Billy have a history doesn’t mean that Billy, now Willie, will leave him alone.

This novel is also about Noah’s strength to overcome. Even a decade later, he’s still being challenged and threatened. He’s also never been able to let his one true love go. When Jeremy arrives, there’s an attraction and lust for the guy. He pushed Jeremy away because of age, but it’s also because he’s still is not over Billy.

There are romantic undertones, but this is really a story of survival from a harsh world. Overcoming loss of a loved one and doing the right thing. The fact Jeremy and Noah might be able to find what they need with each other is just a little bonus to the real heart of this story, saving those who need saving. Noah is an angel to those boys on the street in need of help.

RATING: BAD ASS BOOTS!!

Blog Tour: Stuck on Rewind by Dianne Hartsock

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Stuck on Rewind by Dianne Hartsock
Release Date: March 15, 2016
Pages or Words: 10,308 words
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis
Categories: Contemporary, Erotic, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Today we welcome author Dianne Hartsock back to 3 Chicks After Dark! She’s here to share her newest release, Stuck on Rewind, and a day in the life of Ashton! Thanks for being here with us, Dianne.

Thank you so much for hosting me, 3 Chicks After Dark! I thought I’d give you a rundown of a typical day for Ashton.

• Wake up to the alarm, shoo Lance’s warm, pliant body out of his bed…again.
• Put on the coffee while Lance showers, then take his own.
• Eat a bowl of oatmeal while looking over his notes for his statistics class.
• Give Lance a tiny kiss on the lips, when he’d rather crush the guy to him and steal hundreds of them.
• Spend a couple hours playing secretary for Professor Kent.
• Have lunch then on to his afternoon classes.
• Home by four to work on whatever assignments he needs to finish for his classes.
• Eat something and miss Lance, who isn’t home for dinner again.
• Dresses and goes to the club to tend bar and drool over Lance dancing on stage.
• Bed by midnight to have Lance dance in his dreams.

That was great!! Thanks for bringing a little more of Ashton to our tour stop, Dianne!

Blurb:

Ashton has been in love with his best friend for years, watching him grow from a pretty high school boy to the gorgeous erotic dancer at the club where they both work. The problem is that Lance enjoys the attention of a variety of men while Ashton wants him for his very own.

After a day spent denying his attraction for Lance, standing by while their friend Trey openly flirts with him, Ashton decides it’s time to make his move or risk losing his man forever. Once Lance knows how he feels, he’ll realize they should be together. Or is it already too late?

 

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Excerpt:

“Fuck!” Ashton shouted in a mixture of anger and ecstasy as Lance swallowed again, then let Ashton’s softening cock slip from between his perfect lips. Ashton leaned on his elbows, his chest heaving while he caught his breath. With a last kiss on his thigh, Lance climbed off the bed, sleek-limbed and graceful, and walked to the dresser with a sassy sway of his hips.

Ashton stared after him and groaned, not sure if he wanted to pull his friend’s ass back into his arms or punch him in the face. It would be incredible to wake up with Lance every morning and make love to him. But he sternly reminded himself that they were only friends and Lance needed to stop climbing into his bed at night uninvited.

“You do remember you have a bed of your own?” he asked, more sharply than he’d intended.

Lance gave him a smirk over his shoulder, making a show of licking the last of Ashton’s spunk off his swollen lips. “You told me to wake you at seven.”

“I didn’t mean… Oh hell.” Ashton fell back on the pillows and threw an arm over his eyes. He swore in exasperation when the mattress dipped and Lance’s familiar scent surrounded him. “Damn it—”

Soft fingers touched his mouth. “Don’t be mad, baby. I didn’t mean anything.”

Ashton peered at him through the dark curls that had flopped into his eyes. The guy looked positively forlorn, and Ashton sat up, giving him a one-armed hug. “I’m not mad. But you don’t need to keep doing that, either. You’re my friend!” He kissed Lance’s cheek, the velvet skin warm with a blush. “You make a terrific roommate, and I like the company.”

“And I like you.” Lance walked his fingers up Ashton’s leg.

Ashton laughed and shooed the hand away, but couldn’t help staring at the enticing evidence of his friend’s arousal between his legs.

“Can I take care of that for you?”

“Not at all.” Lance stood up, waving off Ashton’s offer. “I’ll deal with it in the shower. You have to save your attentions for Mister Man.”

“Who are you talking about…? Wait!” Ashton rolled off the bed and trotted after Lance as he crossed the apartment.

Lance giggled, slipping behind the bathroom door but holding it cracked open an inch. He smiled at Ashton with his pouty, kissable lips. “You know, the boss. Mister Kent.”

“I’m not saving myself for—”

Ashton blinked at the closed door. Why in the world would Lance think he was interested in his boss? Sure, the man was handsome as sin, but he was also an egomaniac and tyrant. Why only yesterday, he’d…

Hot blood scorched Ashton’s neck and face, his arm tingling where Morgan Kent had gripped it, towering over him. The man had bent to his ear, swamping Ashton’s senses with subtle cologne and a hint of sweat as he’d whispered, “If you can’t type a simple letter without mistakes, I’ll find a secretary who can.” He’d tightened his hand almost painfully on Ashton’s arm. “Or maybe I should just bend you over this desk and smack your ass for each mistake?”

Ashton’s dick jumped at the memory. He told it sternly to behave. “We’re not falling for that bastard. We’ll stick with the sweet boys at the club and call it good.”

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Meet the author:

Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.

Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.

Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

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Tour Dates & Stops:

15-Mar
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16-Mar
A.M. Leibowitz, Velvet Panic, Louise Lyons, Mikky’s World of Books, Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews

17-Mar
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Nephy HartOh My Shelves

18-Mar
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19-Mar
Outrageous Heroes, Inked Rainbow Reads, Love Bytes

21-Mar
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RELEASE BLITZ: The Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestick Maker by Rob Rosen

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ABOUT THE BOOK:

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A photography student gets more than he bargains for when he photographs a blond Polish butcher, who he has sex with in the back of the butcher shop; a ginger-haired Irish baker, who he has sex with in the back of the bakery; and a brunette British candlestick maker, who he has sex with in the back of the candle shop. All of the men photographed are in period costume and all have tricks up their sleeves—and, of course, down their pants. In the end, a budding romance evolves between the student and the butcher.

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Publisher:  Torquere Press
Release Date:  3/9/16
Romantic Pairing: M/M
Book Length: 10,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Humor

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EXCERPT:

I’d always enjoyed photography. Even as a kid, I’d borrow my dad’s Polaroid and take off to shoot the neighborhood. Now in art school, nothing had changed much. If anything, the passion burned brighter. And so it wasn’t by chance that I enrolled in the photography class that semester, but perhaps fate did play a role in what eventually transpired.

My homework assignment that particular day was called, very simply, “trios.” We could use our fertile imaginations to interpret this any way we wanted to. Me, I wanted to go all out—balls to the wall, as it were. In other words, I wanted an A. And so over the weekend, I biked around town, looking for anything that stood out, anything iconic but unusual just the same.

A pizza parlor, perhaps? Mushroom, pepperoni, and anchovy? Too easy, I figured. Street lights, maybe? Red lights, green lights, yellow lights? Too, uh, pedestrian. How about kids, parents, and grandparents, I thought? Well, they said never to work with children or animals. I couldn’t have agreed more. In other words, nix on that idea, as well. Besides, approaching children and asking to take their picture was never a wise idea.

No, I had to dig deeper, find something unexpected but fun to photograph, something no one else in my class was going to come up with. And so I ended up at Old Times, a local mall dedicated to days gone by. Which, to be quite frank, was generally just another way for the stores to charge extra for crap no one needed. Still, I reasoned, my inevitable photographs would be out of the ordinary.

I looked around, my high-end digital camera at the ready. Luckily, I spotted my prey right off the bat, their storefronts side by side by side. The butcher was on the left, the candlestick maker on the right, the baker in the middle.

Iconic—check. Trio—check. It seemed like I was good to go.

“Whoa,” I whispered as I entered the butcher shop, mainly because the butcher was one mighty fine slab of meat. Grade A prime, in fact—and with one hell of a rump roast to boot. He was dressed in 1930s garb, the uniform tight and white, hugging him in all the right places¬. Then again, by the looks of him, he had no wrong ones to begin with. He had on a fancy straw hat, a white bow tie, a white apron, and heavy black shoes. The sleeves of his white button-down were rolled up to reveal meaty forearms covered in a thick blond down.

In truth, we couldn’t have looked more different. He had three inches and a good thirty pounds on me. He was blond to my brunette, blue eyes to my brown. Plus, he was easily seven or eight years older. Still, in my randy imagination, we made a picture-perfect couple. And since I took perfect pictures, I knew of what I spoke. Cart before horse? Fine, so sue me.

Anyway, he smiled when I approached, his teeth as white as his clothes, gleaming and perfect, eyes a dazzling blue. And when he spoke, “Welcome,” it was with a beautiful, trilling Eastern European accent of some kind. Polish, maybe? Slovakian? Fuck if I cared; it was sexy either way. “Can I help you?” he asked, the smile so bright I very nearly put my sunglasses on.

Hell yeah, I thought, but told him instead the reason for my visit: that I wished to film him for my class. He smiled when I was done and said I could take some pictures when the shop closed at six. Then we wouldn’t be interrupted. I gulped when he said it, mainly because those stunning orbs of blue were locked in on me like a meat hook to a side of beef. I thanked him and told him I’d be back at six.

All the above I repeated at shop number two—the same spiel, the inner monologue only slightly different.

The baker was thin and dreamy, with a white chef’s hat and a white button-down shirt, which was opened at the collar to reveal just the slightest hint of ginger chest hair. Over this, he wore a pristine white apron. His eyes sparkled like green emeralds as he nodded my way, his crisp white uniform showing off his physique as he dexterously stocked the shelves with a beautiful array of fresh pastries and cookies. When he spoke, it was with a lilting Irish brogue that made my cock throb in my jeans. In the end, he invited me back first thing in the morning, before he started baking.

All the above I then repeated at shop number three. By then I had my story down pat.

The candlestick maker’s outfit was the most unusual of the three. He wore not a stitch of white. His shirt was a blousy blue, his vest a clover green, his slacks a muddy brown, and his shoes, heels and all, were a midnight black. His smock, which was covered in wax, was also black, to perfectly match his beret. He wasn’t stocky like the butcher nor thin like the baker, but dreamily average in both height and weight. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and spoke—be still my heart, and hard-on—in a posh British accent. I was thankful that he immediately locked up shop, agreeing to pose for me once he finished his work in the back, leaving me in the front to ponder my good fortune.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Rob Rosen (www.therobrosen.com), award-winning author of the novels Sparkle: The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love, Divas Las Vegas, Hot Lava, Southern Fried, Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort and Fate, and editor of the anthologies Lust in Time, Men of the Manor, Best Gay Erotica 2015 and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volume 1, has had short stories featured in more than 200 anthologies.  

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