Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Painful Lessons by S.C. Wynne



PainfulLessonsFSTITLE: Painful Lessons


PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press

COVER ARTIST: Anna Sikorska

LENGTH: 200 Pages

RELEASE DATE: January 01, 2016

BLURB: As a freshman both in love and in college, sometimes there are painful lessons to be learned.

Excited to begin his first year of college, Brett Bridgeworth has just one problem: he sucks at math. Luckily there’s the sensual and mysterious math tutor, Jeremy Price, to help him out. It isn’t long before Jeremy is tutoring Brett in more than just pie charts, but it isn’t until they split up that Brett discovers Jeremy’s twisted, obsessive side.

Sam Hawthorne is two years ahead of Brett, and they share a strong mutual attraction. When Brett breaks it off with Jeremy and gets involved with Sam, disturbing things start happening. It soon becomes obvious that Jeremy isn’t willing to let Brett go without a fight.



“Six waffles? Seriously?” Sam was staring at me like I was a circus act. “Where are you putting them?”

“Leave me alone. I’m hungry,” I complained, pouring more syrup on the golden squares on my plate. Why is it just because someone can’t shovel food in as efficiently as you, they feel the need to pick on you?

“He has hollow legs,” my aunt said, taking her dish to the sink.

“Brett always eats like a pig,” Lisa said, perking up slightly.

I guess picking on me made tuning in to the conversation worth it to her. Although I did wonder how she was such an expert on me, considering I only saw her once a year.

My dad had his nose buried in a newspaper. Maybe it was his compromise for not having his laptop at the breakfast table.

“Huh, looks like our Bridgeworth Electronics stock has gone up again.” He spoke from behind the paper.

“That’s great.” I tried to sound like I cared, even though I didn’t really understand the whole stocks and diversify thing very well. I did, however, know that if the stock was plummeting that wouldn’t have been good. It might have interfered with my opulent lifestyle, in fact.

“Does it matter? Aren’t you already a kajillionare, Uncle Lane?” Lisa asked while licking syrup off her fork.

“Well, Lisa, our company sets goals, and it’s important that we meet them.” He didn’t appear from behind the newspaper.

“Speaking of setting goals, Sam and I are going to go see a movie and have lunch later,” I announced sardonically to no one in particular.

Sam kicked me under the table, and I guess my dad didn’t appreciate my humor because he peeked from around the newspaper with a frown. Even being on the receiving end of my father’s grim look didn’t dampen my unusually cheerful disposition, and I realized I was actually happy. It had been a long-ass time since I’d sat in this little breakfast nook and not felt depressed and hopeless about my future.

“Do you want to see a comedy or an action flick?” Sam asked, staring at his phone.

I perked up even more. “Oh, I really want to see the one with the alien robots and the guy… you know, that guy who’s in the thing about the starship?”

Sam was frowning at me like I was speaking another language. “What guy?”

I waved my hand. “You know, the dude with the dreads?”

Grinning, Sam shook his head. “Riiiiight.”

“We should probably get going if we want to have lunch before the film,” I said, standing and taking my plate to the sink.

Sam laughed. “You’re kidding, right? You just ate an entire box of waffles.”

“Pfft. That was merely to get my appetite going.”

My dad got up and left the breakfast nook silently, and I met Sam’s curious expression. I shrugged. “Don’t take that personally. He does that all the time. I think he forgets he’s with other people or something.”

Sam frowned after my dad. “So long as he’s not mad about anything.”

I laughed. “He’d have to notice us in order to be angry.” I guess it was kind of sad that I took it for granted my dad barely remembered I existed. There wasn’t much I could do about it, so I accepted it. If anything I was glad he’d been relatively social with Sam yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a miracle.



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S.C. Wynne started writing m/m in 2013 and did look back once. She wanted to say that because it seems everyone’s bio says they never looked back and, well S.C. Wynne is all about the joke. She loves writing m/m and her characters are usually a little jaded, funny and ultimately redeemed through love.

S.C loves red wine, margaritas and Seven and Seven’s. Yes, apparently S.C. Wynne is incredibly thirsty. S.C. Wynne loves the rain and should really live in Seattle but instead has landed in sunny, sunny, unbelievably sunny California.

Writing is the best profession she could have chosen because S.C. is a little bit of a control freak. To sit in her pajamas all day and pound the keys of her laptop controlling the every thought and emotion of the characters she invents is a dream come true.

If you’d like to contact S.C. Wynne she is amusing herself on Facebook at all hours of the day or you can contact her at

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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Resurrecting Hope by Shell Taylor



ResurrectingHopeLGTITLE: Resurrecting Hope

SERIES: Home for Hope #2

AUTHOR: Shell Taylor

PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press


LENGTH: 65,800 words

RELEASE DATE: December 25, 2015

BLURB: Adam Lancaster can’t imagine how his life could possibly get any better. He’s on the cusp of moving in with his boyfriend, Elijah Langley. Their charge, Kollin Haverty, finally has a loving, stable home environment, and Home for Hope is up and running, keeping over fifteen LGBT youth off the streets at night. One phone call from his birth mother, Jessica Lancaster, is all it takes to unravel Adam’s carefully constructed new life.

Informing Adam his grandfather has died, Jessica expresses remorse for abandoning Adam to the state and begs him for a chance to be part of his life again. Jessica’s true colors eventually shine through her façade, and Adam is devastated all over again when he discovers she is only using him to get her hands on the valuable inheritance his grandfather left him. Jessica’s betrayal forces Adam so far inside his own hell, not even Elijah or Kollin can keep him from abandoning all of his responsibilities and running away. Adam will have to dig deep to find the strength to confront his birth parents, heal once and for all, and earn back his place with his new family.


Thanks for having me! This scene occurs a week or so after Adam’s birth mother first contacts him. He’s been moody and cantankerous for days and this is where he falls apart on himself. Enjoy!

Tears streaked down Adam’s face as he lay back on his bed, clutching Kelsey’s memory book to his chest. He let them fall and then curled up in a ball and ugly cried for all of the youth he couldn’t help. He cried for their parents, who would never know how amazing their children were because they refused to look past what made them different, and he cried for their brothers and sisters, who might never understand why their sibling couldn’t come home anymore.

Then he cried for himself—for the little boy who said good-bye to his parents too soon. For the boy who learned the hard way it wasn’t always okay to be yourself. For the teenager whose heart turned cold and bitter after years of being mistreated. For the teen who turned to violence to deal with all of his pent-up rage, and finally for the young man who picked himself up, dusted himself off, and got the help he needed to live again.

That was the man he wanted to be. That was the man Elijah Langley loved and the one he deserved. That was all Adam ever needed to be.


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Shell Taylor is a full-time mother of three exuberant and loving kiddos and one fur baby, a tiny but fierce Yorkie-poo named Rocco. As a Christian who practices love, grace, and humility rather than hatred and judgement, she tries her best to instill these same virtues in her rowdy kids. She just recently learned how to crochet to start bombarding new mothers with matching hats and booties. She is a huge Marvel fan and because of the superhero-plastered tees paired with jeans and Chucks has been told when helping out in her son’s classroom that she looks more like the students than a parent. Her favorite way to procrastinate is to binge watch entire seasons on Netflix. Best of all, she’s been married ten years to a man who’s turned out to be everything she never knew she needed.

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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Life is a Stevie Wonder Song by V.L. Locey




TITLE: Life is a Stevie Wonder Song

AUTHOR: V.L. Locey

PUBLISHER: Torquere Press

COVER ARTIST: Brandon Clay

LENGTH: 24,600 words

RELEASE DATE: December 30, 2015

BLURB: Authors know that their muse is a fickle creature. Best-selling spy novelist Stephen Ramsey has been in a hate-hate relationship with his inspiration for months. When Stephen’s publisher lays a legal ultimatum upon him, with a rapidly approaching deadline, he knows he must do something to kick-start his creativity or face the unemployment line. His daughter comes up with a possible answer: a summer camp for the creative soul. With nothing to lose, Stephen packs up his laptop, phonograph and beloved record albums and heads from Greenwich Village to the Catskill Mountains.

There, among a horde of college students attending for extra credits, is Declan Pomeroy, a photographer of fey creatures who is twenty-two years younger than Stephen. The woods are a magical place, and he quickly finds himself falling under the spell of the free-spirited photographer. Confusion wars with desire inside Stephen as he succumbs to the feelings welling up inside. But, sadly, summer camp always has to end. Can a man who has just found himself really leave the person that makes his heart sing?


I rounded a sharp bend in the road and saw Declan’s bungalow sitting in the shade of a hundred towering pines. On the small porch of the green-and-tan vacation home sat four young men.

I set my sights on the road. Someone called my name. I would know his singsong voice anywhere. I lifted a hand in greeting, my ugly ape feet glued to this fucking spot in the road. Declan bounded down the two stairs, racing toward me. My heart began to hammer behind my ribs. He ran across his freshly mowed lawn wearing a smile as big as the Catskills. I was not prepared for the leap he made at me. I caught him but just barely. He wrapped his arms and legs around me like some sort of invasive vine. His mouth smashed against mine. My knees grew rubbery as my prick roused in my shorts. I cupped his ass with both hands.

“I am so glad to see you,” he purred between kisses. Someone back on the porch shouted. My grip on his backside lessened and he slid to the ground with a pout. “Come meet the guys. We were just talking about you.”

“You kids don’t want an old dinosaur breaking up your good times.”

“Just stop.” Declan grabbed my wrist and tugged me along in his wake. For being so slender, he was a strong little tugboat. The boys on the porch greeted me warmly. They were incredibly similar in style, which, I guess, reflects on the age. Conformity to the current trends is everything when you’re young. Each young man wore cargo shorts, low-cut tank tops, Nikes, sunglasses, and ball caps turned backward. Aside from hair coloring all four, and that included Declan—although his ankle bracelet and pink bandana ascot showed a modicum of individuality—were cookie-cutter young males. I was greeted with “Yo” and “‘Sup” after Declan introduced me.


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Author PicV.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, two dogs, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and three Jersey steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

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