Blog Tour, Excerpt, and Giveaway – Ghosts by Jackie Keswick

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GHOSTS
by Jackie Keswick
The Power of Zero #2
Publication Date: February 10, 2016
Genres: Adult,Contemporary, LGBT, M/M, Novella, Romance, Suspense

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Synopsis: Jack Horwood doesn’t do families. Or Christmas. From the time his mother sold him to her pimp to the moment he walked out on the man he loved, Christmas has always been about change and painful choices. This year seems no different. Helping Daniel and Nico recover from their imprisonment and hunting down those responsible puts Jack in a frame of mind he doesn’t want to inflict on anyone. Least of all Gareth and the tentative relationship they’ve started to rebuild.

But Gareth, for whom Christmas is all about new beginnings, won’t let Jack take the easy way out. He makes him face his ghosts instead. Even when said ghosts invade their bedroom.

When Daniel’s parents are found, Jack is determined to settle the matter without involving Daniel at all. But fate decrees otherwise, and it’s Gareth who helps him finally understand that the strongest bonds are those forged together. Once he gets that, Jack can step up and make a decision designed to lay his ghosts to rest—for good.

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Gareth had been right, at least where the food was concerned. By the time the soup was a promise of velvety, orange-and-fennel-scented richness and the goose was roasted to perfection, Jack had started to regard cooking with Gareth as a new form of torture. He had prepared a mountain of sprouts, peeled blanched chestnuts until his fingertips were sore, and been smacked over the head more than once with a wooden spoon for sneaking strips of the rather tasty prosciutto he was supposed to wrap around the chipolatas.

“I bought extra so I could eat some,” he whined, only to hear Gareth laugh.

“I doubt you bought that much extra. And anyway, dinner is ready when you are.”

“Want me to light the fire?”

“Sounds good.”

Jack left Gareth to the contemplation of the contents of the wine rack while he lit the fire he’d set just that morning. A small flame sprang up from the thin shavings of kindling. The fresh pine he had added to the stack of wood hissed and caught fire, releasing scents of peace and woodland to mingle with the enticing aromas of roast goose and baked orange. The drapes were closed against the dark and damp of an English winter evening, and a golden glow suffused the room as the fire caught and grew.

Lighting the tall tapers on the dinner table and watching the tiny flames reflect on porcelain and crystal only added to Jack’s feeling of comfort and safety, and he wondered why he never felt like this in his own home, however many candles he lit.

The pop of a cork from the direction of the kitchen held the answer. And it was obvious.

Gareth made the difference.

Jack could lean on him without being thought weak. He watched Jack’s back without having to be asked, and he provided reason when Jack was too tired to think straight. Gareth Flynn was someone Jack didn’t want to be without—and for whom he was even prepared to brave ghosts.

In fact, Gareth did for him what he was trying to do for Daniel and Nico. That was the simple sum of it.

“What’s so amusing?” Gareth crossed to the dining table, carrying a tray that held a tureen of soup and a bottle of sparkling wine in a chiller.

Jack hadn’t realized he was smiling. He didn’t feel like explaining his epiphany just yet. It seemed silly that he’d been too busy settling into his new job at Nancarrow Mining, getting used to working for his former CO once more, and helping Nico and Daniel, to notice what was right in front of his face. He waved his hand, encompassing the candlelit tree, the fire, the table dressed in gleaming white linen, fine porcelain, crystal, and sparkling silverware. And more intangible things like warmth, the sense of being wanted, and the inviting aromas of Gareth’s cooking.

“This,” he said after a moment. “You. Christmas.” He stepped around the table and wound his arms around Gareth’s neck, pressing close. “I don’t do Christmas,” he said softly, brushing his lips over Gareth’s in a barely there caress. “Never have. I always used to work. And nobody’s ever….”

Gareth dotted a quick kiss on Jack’s forehead. “Which is exactly why I do it, of course,” he quipped. “Workaholics like you need a civilizing influence. And you like my cooking.” He pried Jack’s arms from his neck and turned him around. “Now sit down before the soup’s cold and the fizz goes flat!”

Jack complied without a word, happy in his anticipation of a spectacular dinner. He didn’t even bother to check his smile.

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JOB HUNT
by Jackie Keswick
The Power of Zero #1
Publication Date: May 13, 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBT, M/M, Romance, Suspense

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Synopsis: You don’t greet your new boss dressed like an underage rent boy. But when Jack Horwood—ace hacker and ex-MI6 operative—opens the door to Gareth Flynn, he’s too busy to worry over details like that. And anyway, his potential new boss is his former Commanding Officer – the same guy Jack has had a crush on since he was seventeen. So he should understand, right?

When he applied for the job in Nancarrow Mining’s corporate security division, Jack had hoped for peaceful days repelling cyber attacks. Maybe a bit of corporate espionage on the side. His plans didn’t include rescuing abused children, hunting pimps, or dealing with his overly protective and hot-as-hell boss, Gareth Flynn.

Walking away is not an option. Jack never takes the easy way out. More than that, meeting Gareth raises old ghosts that Jack needs to put to rest. Rescuing kids. Taking risks. Saving the day. Jack can do all that – but deciding what to do about his attraction to Gareth isn’t the sort of cloak-and-dagger game Jack plays well. Yet Gareth, strong and smart and always on hand when needed, might be Jack’s salvation.

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ABOUT JACKIE KESWICK

Jackie Keswick

Jackie Keswick was born behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks and a recurrent dream of stepping off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, a hammer and a laptop.

Jackie loves stories about unexpected reunions and second chances, and men who don’t follow the rules when those rules are stupid. She has a thing for green eyes and tight cyclist’s butts and is a great believer in making up soundtracks for everything, including her characters and the cat.

And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus stops.

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February 16- Love Bytes, Excerpt
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February 18- Maari Loves Her Indies, Excerpt
February 18- Two Chicks Obsessed with Books and Eye Candy, Review / Excerpt
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February 19- Nerd Girl Official, Excerpt
February 19- Snugglebooks, Excerpt
February 19- Vampires, Crime and Angels…Eclectic Me, Excerpt
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Release Day Blitz – Callum’s Fate by Dianne Hartsock

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In 1780, Scotland, following a harsh year of drought, Callum Mackenzie is forced from his father’s farm in the hopes of finding work.

But as fate would have it, Callum is lured onto the moors by the will-o-the-wisp. Lost in the dark, he falls into enchantment, encountering faeries and nymphs, until he stumbles into the arms of a licentious Barrow-Wight who lays claim to his soul.

Hearing his silent pleas, Donal sends Liam the gruagach (faery) to rescue Callum and bring him to his farm, a place of refuge from the Fae.

Callum is happy working on Donal’s farm, slowly falling in love with the beautiful, silver-haired gruagach.

Yet there’s something wrong in the nearby forest….

Despite Donal’s warnings, Callum is lured into the forest and becomes tangled in its magic, easy prey for the Barrow-Wight.

Will Liam be able to strike a deal with the Barrow-Wight to save Callum’s life, or has Callum found his last resting place instead?

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Mists closed around him and hid the moon in a veil of cold grey. He came to a stumbling halt, fear pounding through him in time to the wild beat of his heart. As he caught his breath, he heard the unmistakable sound of flowing water, perhaps a creek winding through the heather. Callum gnawed his lips. Danger lurked on the water’s edge for an unwary man.

On the other hand, men built homes along the waterways and learned to guard against the faery folk. He sighed. Either choice spelled risk, but hunger and loneliness won out and sent him in search of the water’s path through the thick heath.

The gray fog made it hard to see his way and he cursed when he stepped into the creek before he knew he’d come to it. An icy chill raced up his leg and he glanced around, feeling as if he’d been startled from a dream. The mists were gone, leaving the fields bright with moonlight. Faint music caught his ears and he spied several globes of light in the distance. Will-o’-the-wisp? He didn’t know, but the haunting melody tugged at his heart and he walked toward it, careful of his footing.

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It was caution that saved him before he made the fatal mistake of stepping into the faery ring that suddenly appeared at his feet. He might have become lost in their dark realm. He stared down, delighted with the brightly dressed wee folk fluttering and dancing in the circle of mushrooms. Laughter floated up to him and he smiled reflexively. Several of the pretty creatures spied him and flittered up to tug at his clothing with tiny hands. These were male, scantily dressed, and one saucy lad winked a bright eye and flew up to nibble at his lips.

Callum laughed and shooed them gently off. “I’m not fool enough to join you,” he told the three hovering near his face.

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DIANNE HARTSOCK is the author of m/m erotic romance, both contemporary and fantasy, the psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer. If she can’t be writing, at least she has the chance to create through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage to bring a smile to someone’s face.

Currently, Dianne lives in the 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.

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Blog Tour, Spotlight, Giveaway, and Excerpt – Dirty Talk by Joey Jameson

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TITLE: Dirty Talk

AUTHOR NAME: Joey Jameson

GENRE: M/M erotic thriller

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Vegas is a hot phone sex operator who knows just how to make your deepest, darkest fantasies come true either with a gentle whisper in your ear or with a rough growling command. When he’s in control, you know you’re in good hands. Vegas can tickle or scratch whatever itch or fetish a caller can throw at him.
But his job at the exclusive ‘Black Vanilla’ has its dark side, which becomes all too clear when Vegas receives a call one night that hits a little too close to home.

Somewhere out there, someone’s watching him. Someone who’s taken their fantasy one step too far. It isn’t long before Vegas finds himself entangled in a web of dark and dangerous obsession. An obsession that can only end one way.
“Dirty Talk” will take you deep into the world of stimulating oral desire and blur the lines that exist between our ultimate fantasies and harsh reality.

 

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“You’ve landed with Vegas, what’s your pleasure?” Vegas cooed into his headset.

“Uh, h-hi,” said a shy quiet voice that sounded far away.

“How we doing tonight?” Vegas drawled.

“Good, uh, I’ve never… You know… I mean, I don’t normally do this sort of thing.”

“Hey no worries, you’ve come to the right place if you’re looking for a good time.”

“My name’s… James.”

“Well nice meeting you James. Like I said, I’m Vegas… And like the strip; I’m open all night and here for your pleasure!”

Inside Vegas was cringing at his own choice of come-on line. At how corny he had to be if he wanted anything to come of a call.

James chuckled to himself and made a sound like he was shifting positions.

“So, are you up for a good time, James?”

Use their name, they love that, Vegas could hear London’s immortal words in his ear as he sat back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk. He had kicked off his flip-flops and from where he sat; he inwardly admired the tanned skin and golden hairs on his firm legs. While not overly vain, picking out his good qualities always helped him to sell the call.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” James hesitated, the shyness coming through in his shaky words.

“Good, me too, so why don’t we start by you telling me what you’re into,” Vegas purred. He was imagining a shy Jake Gyllenhaal, quiet and demure, but with a killer body to make up for his social shortcomings.

James chuckled uncomfortably to himself again, obviously unsure as to how to approach this. A moment of silence passed and Vegas decided to take the lead.

“Can I tell you what I look like?”

“Yeah, please… I’d like that.”

“What kind of guys do you normally go for?”

“Umm, I dunno…”

“Well I’m pretty muscular, is that alright?” Vegas asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

Excellent, going with beefy.

“I love going to the gym and working out,” Vegas lied, putting on his best straight-boy voice. “I love working up a sweat and watching the tiny drops roll down my tight body.”

He could hear more shifting sounds coming from James. Vegas hoped it was him hardening in his pants at the thought of Vegas shirtless and sweaty.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that….”

“Sometimes when I’m at the gym, I get so turned on looking at the other hot guys all around me.”

“I bet you do… I bet you get lots of guys staring at you.”

“Mmm hmm. I love it when they stare. I always assume they’re thinking of getting naked with me… Would you like to get naked with me?”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” James exclaimed.

He was getting excited now, Vegas could tell by his tone of voice; his breathing was getting quicker, and his voice slightly strained.

“When I’m done working out, and I’m all hot and sweaty, I love taking off my shirt and letting everyone look at my big pecs and muscular biceps.”

“Are-are you hairy or smooth?” he stammered.

Always a tough question to answer.

Does he want me to be smooth or hairy?

“Oh, baby—I’m smooth all over.” Vegas took a stab in the dark and hoped it was what his caller was hoping for.

The grunt followed by what sounded like a zipper confirmed that Vegas had made the right assumption.

“All over?” he asked, his words now coming out in short bursts, as if he was straining to speak at all.

He’s jerking it already.

“Yup… allllll over, baby,” he purred again, accentuating his words for erotic effect. 

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Joey Jameson lives in Brighton, UK where he spends his days as a self-proclaimed beach bum. He believes there is nothing better in life than being by the sea with a large glass of red in hand and the sun on your face. His work is best appreciated with a hard drink and the lights down low and will leave you wondering just what goes on in that twisted little mind of his. He is the author of “Candy from Strangers”, “Twisted” among other pieces of naughty fiction. Keep your eyes pealed for more titilating tales from him in the near future.

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