Monday, September 5, 2016

Monday's Montage Mantlepiece: Beach Rental

Lick by Asta Idonea
Jay is unimpressed when his parents drag him on a seaside holiday to Bournemouth. However, the English summer heats up when he meets sexy ice cream seller Aland.

Pacific Rimming by Dale Cameron Lowry
Turning forty makes Mike feel old, so his husband, Ken, helps him recapture his youth in a ménage a trois with a gorgeous younger man. Can what started as a one-night stand transform into a threesome that lasts?

Sea Salt & Chocolate by Lynn Townsend
Marriage is hard work, everyone knows that. Will a summer vacation lead to reigniting sparks between Eric and Temple, or will it tear their family apart?

Weekend Encounter by Jamie Lowe
Jackson may not be looking for romance during a weekend getaway with his friends, but that doesn’t mean romance isn’t looking for him. When Jackson encounters Logan, his plan to third wheel with his buddies is derailed in the best way possible.

Yin and Yang by Rob Rosen
An unexpected early morning encounter between a surfer and California newbie leads to much more than either ever expected along a deserted stretch of pristine beach. Love, it seems, is in the misty sea air!

Lick by Asta Idonea
Jay scrunched the note in his hand and slipped on his flip-flops. Then he turned and strolled up the beach toward the promenade. Despite the dubious weather, the seaside town was packed and he had to pick his way through the crowds. There was a group of squabbling children at the first Teddy Tombola stand he reached, so he gave that one a wide berth and continued on. He’d spotted another stall up ahead and was heading toward it when to a small ice cream truck on his left drew his attention.

The van itself was non-descript; nothing distinguished it from any of the others that graced the beachside streets. However, the man standing at the window was another matter.

Jay’s mouth went dry and he stared at the ice cream seller. The guy’s sandy-blond hair poked out from beneath the white sailor’s cap set at a jaunty angle atop his head, and the way he rested against the counter gave Jay a tantalizing glimpse of firm muscles stretching the fabric of his T-shirt. Heat pooled in the pit of Jay’s stomach, and he was drawn forward without any clear idea of what he was doing, or why.

The young man straightened and flashed a welcoming smile as Jay approached. “Hey there. What can I getcha?”


“Which ice cream did you want?” The guy waved a hand toward the board on Jay’s right, and Jay turned to look at it.

The information made no sense to him. The pictures were blurred blobs of color and the words looked like gobbledygook. He swallowed and turned back; only to find himself staring into a pair of beautiful, pale blue eyes.

“What’ll it be then, handsome?”

The man winked, and that brought Jay crashing back to his senses. He returned his attention to the menu board as heat flooded his cheeks. “Uh... a Magnum?”

“You don’t sound too sure about that.”

Jay shuffled. “Well, I wasn’t... I mean, I hadn’t....”

“Better let me choose. Don’t worry; I’m real good at this. I always know what people want.”

Pacific Rimming by Dale Cameron Lowry
He was crouched at the edge of the boardwalk just ten yards ahead of us and peering at something over the side, as still as a great blue heron waiting for prey. A bad metaphor for a bog where no fish live, but that’s how I thought of him, anyway. The periwinkle-grey of his T-shirt and his black, slightly mussed hair only added to the heron-like effect. A cowlick stuck out in the back in approximation of the bird’s feathered crest. His legs were folded like a heron’s too, tight as a pocketknife, his arms as close to his sides as resting wings. Their dark hairs were delicate plumage against his pale skin.

He was more stunning than any other creature I’d spotted that morning—with the exception of my husband, of course. I dropped my binoculars and let them hang against my chest. I nudged Ken’s elbow and pointed in the man’s direction. I knew he’d appreciate the sight as much as I did.

Ken’s breath did a sharp intake—loud enough for me to appreciate, but not loud enough to break the silence of the bog. “You’re a good spotter,” he signed, his hands close to his body like a whisper, then winked.

We both looked. The man must have been flexible to hold that same position for so long, so I guessed he was either younger than us or did a lot of yoga. I envied his flexibility, and I also envied the jeans stretched over his curves and angles like a second skin, highlighting the muscled roundness of his ass. It hovered just inches above the wooden planks of the boardwalk. If the boardwalk had been a human, the position would have been a cruel tease: You’d like to touch me, but you can’t.

Sea Salt & Chocolate by Lynn Townsend
“The carpet’s stainproof,” Eric said, quiet under his breath as Temple stood over the spot while Miriam sobbed on the sofa. “We can just rag it up, not a big deal.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” Temple retorted, very quietly. The sentiment was entirely sincere, for that moment in time, but not something he really wanted Miriam to glom on to and drag out as ammunition later in life.

“Ya always did have an uptight streak a mile wide,” Eric said. He had already fetched a washcloth and was blotting up the stain. Astonishingly enough, the white carpet was reporting back clean.

Miriam took advantage of her parents cleaning the carpet to flee the scene. By the time Eric had finished blotting up chocolate milk and carefully drying the spot, she was back from a complete exploration of the house—excluding, of course, her brother’s room, he had locked it against her, and even then, Temple could hear her banging on the door and demanding to be let in, along with A.J.’s crackling baritone denials—and declared “I’m bored.”

“We’ve been here for—” Temple checked his watch “—twenty minutes. You have at least another forty minutes before you’re allowed to be bored.”

“There’s nothin’ to do, Dad,” she complained.

“What would you be doing if you were at home?”

“Watchin’ YouTube.”

“Get me your phone and I’ll hook you up to the wireless,” Eric said. A.J. had registered a number of complaints about Miriam getting a phone so young, since he’d had to wait ’til he was twelve before they’d added his line, whereas Miriam got her phone only a few months back. Temple had gotten tired of Miriam constantly stealing his phone and playing Minecraft on it. It had been much easier, not to mention peaceful, to just let everyone in the house have a device.

Temple sighed, gazing down at his husband, who remained on the floor while he dealt with a six-year-old’s crisis. Eric had gone back to school, pursuing a degree in architecture, but he’d also taken on most of the household duties, including the emotional nurturing of their children, and at the same time, Temple had discovered himself shoved to the side. Their children went to Eric for comfort first, and Temple only when Eric wasn’t available. Oddly, Temple found he missed it. Missed little arms thrown around his neck, missed the trembly smiles after getting a Band-Aid.

And whose fault is that? He asked himself. You were eager enough to give it up, when Eric offered. Your family’s not broken yet, you can still fix it before it gets too far off track. And Eric’s right. I can’t remember the last time we had a lot of time together, without any responsibilities.

Weekend Encounter by Jamie Lowe
Logan went to the counter and hopped up, sitting on the countertop and poking at the keys on the cash register until a number popped up on the screen. “Let’s see. That will be one dollar.”

“One dollar? That’s a heck of a deal.”

“You can pay the balance tonight? By buying me dinner?”

“Are you always so forward?” Jackson asked him. But he was still smiling. He would certainly not say no to an incredibly attractive man’s company. “Fine, I can definitely do dinner. Any place you have in mind?”

“A few. I’ll decide and let you know. Anything you can’t or won’t eat?”

“I avoid beef, but I’m fine otherwise.” Jackson handed Logan a slightly ratty dollar and his cell phone. “We’ll exchange numbers and you can text me where and when to meet for dinner.” This was more than a little bit of a test, of course. If Logan wasn’t comfortable with Jackson having his number, then Jackson knew exactly what he was getting into.

But Logan didn’t hesitate, adding “Logan Peterson” to Jackson’s contacts list. Jackson called to give Logan his number as well—“Norwood,” he added, “my last name”—then took the small bag holding his shirt.

“See you tonight.”

“Mmm.” Logan smirked and turned his attention back to his board.

Jackson left the store to see Brock and Colton picking pieces off the last of a waffle cone. “There you are,” Colton said. “Did you end up getting something, then?”

“Sure did.” Jackson laughed and knocked Colton on the shoulder with his knuckles. “Couldn’t turn down a deal like that.”

Yin and Yang by Rob Rosen
“Boss waves down below. Primo a.m. stuff. You heading down, dude?”

“What? Oh, down below?” I stared over the side of the railing. “No, um, just enjoying the view. I, um, I don’t surf.”

He frowned. “Bummer, dude. Didn’t figure you for a hodad. You had that gleam in your eye. Praying to Kahuna for some killer waves.” He craned his neck out of the car window. “Righteous sets down there, man; shame to waste ‘em.”

I smiled and shrugged. “Sorry, I’m only getting about every third word,” I told him. “I skipped Surf Lingo 101. You got a Webster’s handy?”

He laughed and opened the door, then stood and stretched. Guy was crazy tall, lean and scruffy. With just his sandals and a richly colored pair of baggies on, he left little to the imagination. Needless to say, my eyes devoured him like the breakfast I’d yet to consume. His arms reached for the heavens as he inhaled, his chest filling, expanding, the fine tufts of blond hairs that ran down his torso shimmering in the rays of the new morning light, which added a brilliant gold to his natural bronze. My cock throbbed in my shorts. Good day for it, just like he said.

He looked at my over-stuffed car and grinned. “Ah, moving in, huh?”

“Yep. All the way from Minnesota. Staying with a friend down the coast for now.”

“Rad,” he said, with a bob of his thickly maned head. “That explains the no surfing thing then, I s’pose.”

I nodded. “But I make a mean brick of cheese.”

He laughed, long and deep, his muscle-ripped body quaking as he did so, before he turned and retrieved the gear from his trunk. “Come along and watch then, dude,” he offered, setting his stuff down and unhooking his board. “Can’t live along the coast if you don’t surf, you know.” He looked up, his eyes locking on to mine, laser intense, boring in and through; He winked, and added, “Better than sex. Almost.”

“Almost?” I nearly panted.

“Depends.” He tilted his neck, lifted the giant board above his head, and then he finished his train of thought with, “On who the sex is with. Now grab my gear and let’s go. Save me two trips. My lucky day.”

Author Bios:
Asta Idonea
Asta Idonea is an alternate pen name of author Nicki J Markus.

Nicki was born in England in 1982, but now lives in Adelaide, South Australia with her husband. She has loved both reading and writing from a young age and is also a keen linguist, having studied several foreign languages.

Nicki launched her writing career in 2011 when she released several short stories with Wicked Nights Publishing. She then had two novellas published with Silver Publishing, prior to the company’s closure.

At present, she has several new projects on the go. As well as branching out into the exciting world of M/M under the pen name Asta Idonea, Nicki is working on the first book in a fantasy-mythology trilogy and hopes to find a publisher for it in 2015.

Nicki currently works as a freelance editor and proofreader, and in her spare time she enjoys completing MOOCs and pursuing other interests, including: reading; music; theatre; cinema; photography; sketching; and cross stitch. She also loves history, folklore and mythology, pen-palling and travel

Dale Cameron Lowry
Dale Cameron Lowry lives in the Upper Midwest with a partner and three cats, one of whom enjoys eating dish towels, quilts, and wool socks. It’s up to you to guess whether the fabric eater is one of the cats or the partner. When not busy mending items destroyed by the aforementioned fabric eater, Dale writes m/m romantic and erotic fiction, and for fun enjoys wasting time on Tumblr, listening to Mormon-related podcasts, studying anatomy and neurophysiology, getting annoyed at Duolingo, and reading fairy tales.
Lynn Townsend
Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn's interests include filk music, romance novels, and movies with more FX than plot.
Jamie Lowe
Jamie Lowe is the pen name for a full-time student/part-time writer with plenty to say and only limited creative outlets. Though writing will always be her first love, Jamie’s career interest is in teaching college-level composition and creative writing courses, which she hopes to start with a TA position following the completion of her undergraduate degree in May 2012.
Jamie loves to read, and her bookshelves are overflowing; she considers reading to be the only thing in the world better than writing. Other interests include music (particularly the French horn, which she fell in love with during high school band) and anything having to do with her historical idol, Alexander the Great. Jamie currently resides in Arkansas but is looking forward to making a world changing move to Seattle next fall, following a trip to Germany.

Rob Rosen
Rob Rosen is the author of the critically acclaimed novels, Sparkle: The Queerest Book You'll Ever Love, the Lambda Literary Award Nominated Divas Las Vegas, which was the winner of the 2010 TLA Gaybies for Best Gay Fiction, Hot Lava, Southern Fried, the Lambda Literary Award Nominated Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort and the Lambda Literary nominated Fate. His short stories have appeared in more than 200 anthologies. You can find 20 of them in his erotic romance anthology, Good & Hot. He is also the editor of Lust in Time: Erotic Romance Through the Ages, Men of the Manor, Best Gay Erotica 2015 and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volume 1.

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Sale Blitz: A Fortune to Die For by Liza O'Connor

Title: A Fortune to Die For
Author: Liza O'Connor
Series: White Oak-Mafia #1
Genre: Contemporary Mafia Suspense
Release Date: February 1, 2016
Megan Clarke had a good life until she wins the Mega Times Lottery and discovers the prize comes with a curse. Worse than the many money-hungry suitors, a serial killer has her in his sight. She changes her name and moves to Iowa with plans to buy their last major forest of white oaks and turn it into a State Park. Unfortunately, the Lottery Curse doesn't stop at state lines and someone there wants her dead, as well. Good thing a disturbingly handsome law officer is just as determined to keep her alive.

Megan Clarke set the package on her kitchen counter with great care. “It’s probably nothing,” she chided herself. Opening a letter that came in the same mail delivery, she changed her mind as she read another threat to kill her. She hurried to the phone and hit her speed dial for the local cops. Her hands shook despite her mental self-assurances that everything was okay.

A female voice answered the phone. “Danville Police.”

Recognizing Margaret’s voice, she replied, “Hi, this is Megan. Is Sergeant Adams around?”

“No, he’s on vacation. You get another death threat?”

“Yeah, but there’s also a package. I know it’s stupid, but I’m afraid to open it.”

A heavy sigh sounded over the phone. “I swear, all your troubles since you won the lottery has made me afraid to even play scratch-offs. Hold on.” 

Megan pushed her blond hair behind her ears. The craziest part about her winning the Mega Times Lottery was she never played games of chance—thought it a great waste of money. She had already become a millionaire by her own efforts. Why did she want to be richer? She had more than enough.
Then one day, while in a New York shop buying lunch, her friend, Terry, a bona fide lottery junkie, had insisted she buy a ticket. “It only cost a dollar. Stop being a miser!” Not wishing to argue, she passed the clerk a dollar. “Just give me a random number,” she instructed the fellow, then frowned as her friend filled out ten cards. “You do realize if I win, you have to take the money,” Megan warned.

Terry stared at her with rounded eyes. “No way! You can’t give away your good luck. If you win it, you have to keep it. Otherwise, you and the recipient will have bad luck the rest of your lives.”

So when the stupid ticket turned out to be the only winning number for a $987-million-dollar pot, all the bad luck stayed with her alone. Honestly, she wouldn’t wish her “new” life on a dog, nevertheless her best friend.

Since she was a financial expert, she took the $463 million upfront and invested half of it, planning to donate the other half to charities. Only problem was, whenever she delved into various charities, she didn’t like the way they used their money, so thus far, she’d only managed to give away a few million.

“Miss Clarke, I’m Detective Steve Williams,” a pleasant voice came over the phone. “How may I help you?”

“I received a package today. It has a name and address I don’t recognize.”

Complete silence answered her.

“Are you still there?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m just a little confused. Marge said you had a letter threatening your life.”

“Yes. I have one of those, too. It doesn’t have a return address. Nor is it signed. But the letter and the package came in the same post.”

“So you think the package may be from the sender of the death threat?”

“This one or one of the hundred other angry letters I’ve received.”

“Mind if I stop by and take a look?”

Mind? Why did he think she was calling? If only Sergeant Adams were there. “I’d greatly appreciate it.”

Author Bio:
Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.

You have been warned.


A Fortune to Die For #1
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Release Day Blitz: Colorado Flip by Sara York

Title: Colorado Flip
Author: Sara York
Series: Colorado Heart #7
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: September 5, 2016
Matthew ‘Tex’ Miller and Jordan ‘Jazz’ Bergeron settle in to their new life at Wild Bluff, but is their relationship as solid as they think, or will Jazz’s issues come back to bite them?

Tanner Parrish has a problem when he arrives at Wild Bluff, and only the team can help him solve the crisis. His twin sister, Suzanne, is in a world of trouble. She knows too much and her dirty boss at the FBI decides to get rid of her, but she’s resourceful and escapes, contacting Tanner via email. Honor and justice are more than just words to the men at Wild Bluff, they are a way of life. The Wild Bluff team decides to sacrifice everything to save Tanner’s sister, even giving up their location.

Once at the ranch, Suzanne reveals the reason her boss wanted her dead. Now the men at Wild Bluff are tasked with doing a job none of them ever wanted to do. Matthew is their best shot, but with the President of the United States in his sites, the pressure mounts. Deciding what is most important in his life, Matthew takes aim, knowing that his actions may change everything.

Jazz was painfully aware of how much damage he’d suffered in the blast that had nearly taken his life, and though he would probably live a long life, he had hope that one day when he and Matthew decided to retire, they wouldn’t necessarily have to leave the ranch.

The movie ended and Tanner stood up abruptly. “Thanks for hanging with me tonight. I’m ready for bed though.”

“Sure, and I hope you stay,” Matthew said.

Jazz stood with Matthew’s help and held out his hand to Tanner. “This place is great. I think you’ll like it. We have a serious job and we have a huge weight of responsibility, but it’s worth it. It’s better than military life, and the guys here are the best.”

Tanner gave him a smile and nodded, but Jazz saw something was bothering him. He hoped it was resolved easily because they really did need a few more good team members.

Once back in their room, Matthew tugged off his shirt and stripped out of his pants. Jazz watched with appreciation, loving how beautiful his man was. His eyes were drawn to the curve of Matthew’s ass and he wanted to slide his tongue over the sweet skin and taste him.

Matthew turned and caught him staring, giving him a lust-filled smile.

“You want this?” Matthew asked as he gripped his cock.

Author Bio:
Writing is Sara's life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning.

Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun. Almost a quarter of a century ago Sara met her lover, falling for him after knowing him for ten minutes. Sara's passion for him comes out in her stories, mixing with her passion for life, love, and good times, flowing onto the page and becoming tales from the heart.


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Release Day Blitz: Long Live the King by WS Greer

Title: Kingpin
Author: WS Greer
Series: An Italian Mafia Romance #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Mafia Romance
Release Date: September 5, 2016
Dominic Collazo has taken the infamous Giordano crime family to even greater heights in the year since he became the boss.  The Family is making more money than ever, and they’re doing it quietly.  Things couldn’t be better for the young kingpin.

Alannah Sullivan may not have many friends, but when you’re lucky enough to spend your life with your soulmate, you feel untouchable.  When the love of your life is the most powerful man in the city, you roll with the punches and proudly stand by his side.

There’s a traitor in The Family.  Someone who knows everything.  Someone who’s sabotaging business and bringing heat to Dominic that can only end in his fall from power.  And everyone knows there’s only one way for a mob boss’ reign to end.

Dominic would never let anything happen to Alannah, no matter how dangerous things become, or how guilty everyone around him looks.  Even if everyone he ever trusted turns against him and he has to burn it all down to save her.  He’ll let it burn, even if saving her means he’ll be consumed by the blaze.

Kingpin #1
Alannah Sullivan met Dominic Collazo when she was only in the fifth grade. She knew him when the other kids called him names and made fun of his over-sized facial features. She knew him when he was a shy introvert with a quick temper. She knew him when he was first introduced to the mob lifestyle by his father, a made man in the St. Louis mafia. Alannah knew Dominic before anybody could see his potential, and she fell in love with him when she was just a teenager... just in time for her family to pack up and move away from the city and the boy she loved.

But, Alannah is back now, and after ten long years, Dominic Collazo is all grown up. No longer the quiet loner, Dominic is larger than life, and every woman’s fantasy. He’s a rich casino owner with the looks of a Greek god, and an alpha male persona to die for. He’s also a captain in the notorious Giordano crime family.

When the two of them meet again in the lobby of Lumiere Place Casino & Hotel, Alannah has no idea that her second chance with Dominic will also be her biggest curse. As drama immediately ensues and bullets start to fly, Alannah has to ask herself if Dominic is worth all the trouble that comes with him.

Would you risk everything to be with the love of your life, even if he’s the mafia’s newest KINGPIN?

Author Bio:  
WS Greer is a multi-genre author, and an active duty military member with the US Air Force.  He’s been serving his country since 2004, and has been an author since his debut novel, Frozen Secrets, was released in 2013.

WS was born to military parents in San Antonio, Texas, and bounced around as a child, from Okinawa, Japan, to Florida, to New Mexico, where he met his high school sweetheart, who’d become his wife in 2003.  Together, the two of them have two wonderful children, and are currently living overseas on the tiny island of Guam.

WS has tackled different genres throughout his writing career.  From suspense with his debut novel Frozen Secrets, to erotic suspense with his bestselling Carter trilogy and Defending Her, and now contemporary romance with Worth Saving.  As a reader, WS usually prefers the drama of suspense, but as a writer, he’s branched out and is doing his best to reach a wide audience and a plethora of readers.

WS loves connecting with his fans and readers, and does so whenever he gets the chance, and he would love to hear from you.  You can find him on his personal blog, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Stay tuned, there’s more great stories coming from WS Greer!  


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