Author Video Reading – Blood Tied by Jacob Z. Flores

Hi, everyone! I’m super excited to be back here with the beautiful and talented Charlie Cochet, whose THIRDS series is so entirely awesome. Am I right or am I right? I tell you; every time I hit the road, I make sure I have one of the audiobooks ready to go, and before I know it, I’m at my destination and something awesome is just about to happen. Don’t you just hate that?

I want to thank Charlie for allowing me back into her tearoom. I had such fun the last time. So just why am I here again? Well, Charlie agreed to host me on my pre-release promotion for my upcoming book Blood Tied, which is the second book of the Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge series.

I’ll be sharing a short 2-3 minute video reading from Blood Tied.

I hope you enjoy this small glimpse into this world of magic and men I have created.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAtRoj7GGnM

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2015NewAbout the Book

Thad Blackmoor’s heart is as cold as his icy magical abilities. He considers emotions a waste of his time and prefers to study the arcane, using the sacred books of his coven to grow in his craft. He aspires to supersede his father and elder brother Pierce in power, and now that his younger brother Mason has tapped into the rare warlock power of darkness, he needs to work harder than ever.

But Thad’s ambitions are halted when he saves Aiden Teine, a fire fairy, from a banshee. Thad’s immediate attraction to Aiden catches him off guard and thaws his cold heart for the first time. As Thad, Aiden, and his brothers investigate the connection between the banshee attack and the vampyre and shadow weaver who almost killed them, Thad tries to dodge Ben, a sexy warlock who won’t let him be after a one-night stand.

Their search leads them to the Otherworld, where something even more insidious is at work—something Thad will need more than logic to stand against.

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2015NewAbout the author

Tharp-Flores--200Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse.

When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

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You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at http://jacobzflores.com, his website dedicated to the Havenbridge series at http://www.havenbridge.me  or become a part of his social media network by visiting http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2 or http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores.

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Cover Reveal & Excerpt – Whiskers of a Chance by Tempeste O’ Riley

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Who knew a welcome to the neighborhood gift could give Keith and Jason their chance at love?

Whiskers of a Chance

by Tempeste O’Riley

M/M Contemporary Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Catt Ford

Release Date: September 30th, 2015 (ebook/print)

Length: Novel

Jason Grant runs his own IT business from home, owns his own home, and has the best friend he could imagine. What he doesn’t have, or believe he will ever have, is love. When Jason catches a glimpse of his new neighbor on moving day, his libido ignites and his fascination in piqued. He even manages to concoct an excuse to go over and meet the man who makes him hope and want for more than he has in years.

Keith Skyler is a shifter in a world where his kind is known to only a few, but they don’t often mix and they never mate. Keith has been hoping for a mate since before he can remember, but gay lynx don’t have true mates. As far as he knows, they don’t have mates at all. However, while moving his little family across Seattle—and away from their tribe—his reality tips and spins more than he thought possible.

When these two men meet over a dish of five-cheese broccoli-noodle casserole, sparks fly. Who knew a welcome to the neighborhood gift could give both of them their chance at love?

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Excerpt:

Keith’s body pressed against his back. Without thinking, he leaned back into the warmth and strength now surrounding him. He’d caught a whiff of the man’s earthy scent before, but now it seemed as though it poured off him, seeping into every nerve and thought Jason had.

“Why?” Jason breathed, unsure what to do next. He knew what he looked like, and at just a touch under six feet tall, with somewhat dirty blond hair cut in a conservative, business look, and lackluster hazel eyes, he couldn’t believe a man with Keith’s rugged, model-worthy looks could really want him.

“I think it was the serious look on your face as you watched us unload.” He felt a shrug against his back. “Or maybe the activity you got up to later was what caught my eye. But either way, I was hoping you’d come over soon.”

Keith traced his ear with the tip of his tongue, sending shivers through Jason’s suddenly superheated body. “A-act-tivity?” Jason asked. He hadn’t thought anyone could see him.

Keith pressed against him tight, letting Jason feel how hard he was—and how big. Damn! “Oh yeah. I dreamed about you, about taking you in this very kitchen.”

This couldn’t be happening. Keith wanted him too? “And what did you p-picture us doing?”

“I’d rather show you,” Keith whispered into his ear before sucking the lobe into his hot, wet mouth and biting gently.

Jason nearly came just from that little action. “Oh God.” He whimpered, pushing back and rubbing his butt against Keith’s rigid cock. “You—I— Oh, please,” he choked out. He never did things like this, but right then, all he could think about was how perfect Keith would feel deep inside him, filling him, taking him right there on the counter.

Keith spun him around to face him so fast Jason got dizzy. He looked up, confused, before Keith took his mouth in a rough, demanding kiss that stole his breath and what was left of his thoughts. His world condensed down to the sweet bite of teeth and the wet slide of Keith’s searching tongue as he mapped and ate at Jason’s mouth. He was vaguely aware of moans and pleading whimpers, but he couldn’t focus on anything but the man currently devouring his very soul.

Keith’s fingers dug into his hip, hard enough he knew he’d have bruises later—a thought that brought more heat to his passion and joy to his battered heart. He snaked his other hand up to Jason’s head, his fingers threading through Jason’s short hair, and tugged enough to drive his want and need higher. Keith used his grip on Jason’s hair to tilt his head to the side and back, eliciting more breathy sounds from Jason. Keith kissed down his neck, nipping as he went. He rubbed his cheek against Jason’s and demanded roughly, “Tell me I can have you. Right here. Right now.”

Before he could make his mouth work, Keith bit him, sinking his teeth into the flesh where his neck and shoulder met. Instead of saying yes, as he’d intended, Jason keened high and loud, the sound echoing through the kitchen. Keith swiped his tongue over the now-tender skin before kissing his way back up his neck. “I need to hear you say it. And as much as I love the sounds you’re making, you have to answer me. Now.”

The deep, rumbling words edged him closer to oblivion. God, but he loved a man who knew what he wanted during sex. “Y-yes,” he panted and rocked his trapped dick against Keith’s. “Please, yes.”

The possibility for any more words was cut off when Keith plunged his tongue back inside Jason’s mouth, grinding their cocks together as he thrust in a way Jason hoped Keith would soon be doing a bit lower.

 

Other Books By Tempeste:

 

Designs of Desire Bound by Desire Desires’ Guardian Temptations of Desire Truth in Lace

Grand Adventures Hope & Love Caged Sanctuary

About the Author

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, they has done many things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They lives in Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America, WisRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Tempe’s preferred pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves.

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Blog Tour & Exclusive Excerpt – Between the Lines by J. Scott Coatsworth


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Author: J. Scott Coatsworth
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: July 15th, 2015
Genre: Paranormal, Other Paranormal
Length: Novella
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
ISBN: 978-1-63476-235-9

2015NewAbout the Book
Brad Weston’s life seems perfect. He’s GQ handsome, the Chief of Staff for a Republican California State Senator, and enjoys the power and the promise of a bright future. And he’s in a comfortable relationship with his boyfriend of six years, Alex.

Sam Fuller is Brad’s young, blond, blue-eyed intern, fresh out of college, running from a bad break-up, and questioning his choices and his new life in politics. To make things worse, Sam also has a thing for the boss, but Brad is already taken.

While looking for a gift for his boyfriend, Brad wanders into a curiosity shop and becomes fascinated by an old wooden medallion. Brad’s not a superstitious man, but when he takes out the medallion in his office, he sees the world in a new light. And nothing will ever be the same.

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Brad breezed into his office and set about briefing his intern on the upcoming meeting. Sam took notes and nodded—the guy was on top of things, as usual. Brad was confident he’d have everything set up in time.

Brad planned to confirm the defections with the three men together. Then he’d make them an offer they couldn’t refuse.

He laughed at the image.

The senator was late, probably drunk off her ass from last night’s gala for… what had it been? Patriot Oil? McPherson Wealth Management? Her meteoric rise to power—five years ago she’d been an Orange County real estate agent—had been on account of her much-rumored hit list. The dirt she was said to have on half the state GOP caucus would decimate the party if it were ever released. Brad had never seen it, but he had reason to believe it actually existed. There were too many corpses littering the senator’s rise to power to be a coincidence, and he’d seen many a foe suddenly drop their opposition to her plans for no obvious reason.

Meanwhile, he was here holding down the fort.

Brad plowed through the morning news, looking for anything that might help the senator or hurt her opponent in the upcoming elections. He forwarded three articles to her Senate e-mail account for her to peruse when she finally arrived.

Brad sipped his coffee and worked over the latest draft of the Jobs for All bill they were pushing this month. The senator had asked him to add in a tax break for McGregor’s clients, so he was working out the best angle to present a tax break for hedge fund managers as a job creator. This was one of the parts of the job he found most offensive, but in for a penny, in for a pound.

Sam popped his adorable blond head back into the office. God, if I were single….

“The reps are here for your meeting,” Sam said, and Brad waved them in.

“Gentlemen, thanks for coming.” He gestured them to the three open chairs next to his desk. He shook each one’s hand, and they sat down together.

“What’s this about?” Mark Jeffries asked, looking rather irritated to have been called up to the senator’s office. At least, Brad was fairly certain it was Jeffries. All three men had that “Valley Republican” look: tanned, white-haired, with bolos and cowboy hats. He wouldn’t be surprised if one was normally carrying, if not all three.

“I just wanted to make sure we’re set with the three of you for the budget vote next week. We need all hands on deck to deny the Speaker a two-thirds majority if we’re going to have a chance to get some of our own priorities inserted.” In his pocket, he grasped the medallion tightly.

Brad felt that strange sensation again, of two realities overlaid.

One of the men, David Smith, looked back and forth between his two companions and replied for the three of them. “Of course we are, Brad. Does the senator have any reason to be concerned the vote won’t go our way?”

But Brad also heard Smith “say” Dammit, how’d he find out? Which one of you spilled the beans?

Brad smiled slowly, drawing out the moment. God, he loved this little parlor trick. “That’s good to hear,” he said finally, shuffling some of the papers he’d placed strategically on his desk for that purpose. “You weren’t offered something to switch your votes? I know you three have been… sympathetic to the other side on occasion in the past.”

The third man, Jim Erickson, chimed in this time. “Of course not. We support the party.”

Erickson’s thoughts belied him. Only if you consider more water for the Valley “something.”

Gotcha. Brad leaned forward. “Well, I’ll tell you what I heard. The three of you were planning to sell us out for a promise of more water rights for Central Valley farmers.” He leaned back slowly, tapping the fistful of papers on the desk as if to straighten them out. “I don’t have to tell you how unkindly we’d take to such a betrayal.”

They shook their heads and denied it vociferously, but in that moment, Brad knew he had them. “I think you know how displeased the senator herself would be, if that were the case. With redistricting around the corner, you might find you had a hard time getting reelected next time around without any party support.” He rested his hands on his chair’s armrests and gave the men his best shit-eating grin. “Do I make myself clear? Jeffries?” His hand slipped back into his pocket.

Mark Jeffries tried hard to hide his anger, but it shone through in his eyes. “Yes, Mister Weston, you’ve made yourself perfectly clear.” Fucking faggot.

Brad felt the color drain from his face.

 

2015NewAbout the author

Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.

Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him “the only one stopping you from writing is you.”

Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way, finishing more than a dozen short stories – some new, some that he had started years before – and seeing his first sale. He’s embarking on a new trilogy, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi site, a support group for writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and supernatural fiction.

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Website: http://www.jscottcoatsworth.com
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