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Title: La Famiglia
Series: A Men of Gilead Novel Author: Deanna Wadsworth Genre: M/M Romance Novel (standalone) Release Date: January 23, 2018
Blurb:
Forrester Giordano comes from a huge, nosy Italian family, and with their homophobic jokes and slurs, he’s decided to stay in the closet. He finds respite in his bookstore in the quaint village of Gilead—where he has a huge crush on one of his customers, Kyle Benson. Kyle is determined to live his dreams, and though life isn’t easy being deaf, one by one he’s making them come true. He’s scored a great job practicing law, bought a cute bungalow where he can finally have a big flower garden, and he has a dog he loves, Jasper. Now he just needs one thing to complete his happiness: a family of his own to make up for the one he never had. Forrester and Kyle’s relationship starts off hot and heavy, and neither man can deny the depth of their connection. When Forrester’s little brother gets mixed up with their heroin-dealing cousin and his mother falls ill, Forrester has a decision to make—maybe the hardest of his life. For the first time, he’s found a man worth coming out for. Unfortunately nothing ever goes according to plan with la famiglia.
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Excerpt:
“So, Forrester.” Kyle said his name in a way that never ceased to send shockwaves down his back and straight to his cock. “How does one go about trading in books around here?” Forrester pressed his groin closer to the back of the checkout counter, not wanting his thin khakis to reveal what Kyle’s voice did to him. He knew it wasn’t an accent anymore, but the soft way Kyle spoke lured him in like a siren’s song. Since no one else waited to check out, Forrester took a moment to soak in those gorgeous hazel eyes, then smiled impishly. “First you have to bring them in.” “That would be helpful.” Kyle’s generous mouth cracked a grin. He tried his damnedest not to picture those downright kissable lips wrapped around his cock while he ran his fingers through Kyle’s sun-streaked hair. He’d always had a thing for blonds. He plucked up one of the flyers from the counter. Somehow he managed to sound professional, educated even, when he handed it over. “Our policy is we only take gently used books.” “Mine are in great shape.” “I bet they are,” Forrester drawled. “They’re like new,” he insisted. “No folded corners, never dropped one in a tub either.” “Good to hear. I hate it when people ruin a good book.” Dammit, now I’m picturing Kyle in a bathtub! “Me too.” Kyle folded the flyer and tucked it into his pocket. “For every book you trade in, we give 15 percent off the purchase of a new book or 25 percent off a used one. And for every three books, you get a free used book or half off a new one.” Kyle flashed those pearly whites, making his eyes crinkle and his dimples deepen so much Forrester longed to flick his tongue inside them. “Guess I got some free books coming.” “I guess you do,” he quipped. “Do you want to buy these today or wait till you do the trade?” Kyle withdrew his card. “Nah, I’ll buy them now. I’ve been dying to see what happens since you got me hooked on this series. And Scott already signed this one.” Forrester offered him a sideways smile. “I’ll just give you 15 percent off on good faith.” “Gosh, you don’t have to do that.” Good Lord, the guy said gosh. Could he be more adorable? When Forrester noticed Holly watching them, he resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at her. Instead, he shrugged off Kyle’s modesty and entered the discount into his computer. “No problem. Just make sure you bring me some good stuff, capisci?” “Will do. Thanks a lot.” Forrester swiped his card, then offered Kyle another inviting smile. The one Ma called his suck-up smile. “Can I get you anything else? Answer any more of your questions?” Kyle kept smiling. “No. You’ve been pretty thorough, as usual.” “You sure?” he prompted, unable to stop flirting so shamelessly. “You don’t need to know anything else? What’s on the bestseller list? Today’s weather? The meaning of life?” “Forty-two.” Official report: Forrester was in love with Kyle Benson. Or at least in serious lust. His grin widened so big he swore his face might crack. “A Hitchhiker fan. I should’ve known.” He tore off the receipt and slid it forward for Kyle to sign. “Hells yeah.” Kyle laughed. Forrester bagged the books. “Receipt with you or in the bag?” “Bag’s fine.” He accepted his purchases, then cleared his throat and fiddled with the bag. “All right, um, thank you, Forrester. Always a pleasure.” He extended a hand and Forrester took it, electric jolts running through his blood at the feel of those lightly calloused fingers. “No problem,” he managed, not letting go. Kyle kept his gaze locked on Forrester, blinking and glancing from his eyes to his mouth. Warming, Forrester ran his thumb across the back of his hand. He couldn’t believe his forwardness, but Kyle had some kind of tractor beam sucking him in. Powerless against its pull, he stroked the soft skin once more with a nervous, light touch, pulses of heat and desire stirring inside him. Forrester let go and cleared his throat. “Um, Kyle?” “Yeah?” The phone rang, shattering the moment. Sighing, he snagged it on the third ring. “Thank you for calling A Novel Idea. This is Forrester, how may I help you?” “Hey, it’s me.” Only real friends or family could answer a phone with an “it’s me.” Lucas Beale was the former. Though totally weird, and he hated sports of all kinds, Lucas was Forrester’s “boy best friend”—Holly having the honor of being his “girl best friend.” He didn’t know what he would do without either of them. “Hey, Lucas, what’s up?” He tried not to sound annoyed at the telephone cockblock. Kyle waved goodbye. “I guess I’ll see ya later, Forrester.” “Can’t wait.” “Can’t wait for what?” Lucas asked in confusion. He covered the receiver, hoping he didn’t sound lame to Kyle. “I mean… uh, I can’t wait to read that book together?” His entire body froze in one breath of anticipation. Kyle cocked his head to the side, then smiled. “Absolutely.” Still grinning, Kyle turned and walked away. Ignoring Lucas as he started talking again, Forrester watched Kyle’s spectacular ass as he headed to the door. A woman was coming in and, like a perfect gentleman, Kyle held the door for her. Outside, Kyle slid on and strapped his helmet. Then he threw his leg over and straddled the chrome-and-black Sportster parked out front. I got something he can straddle and ride…. Forrester’s skin flushed all the way to his toes. Was Kyle a top or a bottom? Being versatile, he really didn’t care. As long as there was manly skin touching his, lots of kissing, and he got to come, Forrester was a happy camper. But the prospect of finding out what Kyle liked made his entire body warm. He watched Kyle put his bike into gear and walk it back out of the space. As it did every time Kyle left, a deep ache settled in his stomach. God, I just need to marry him.
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Author Bio:
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served multiple board positions at her local RWA chapter and is the current President 2017 for Rainbow Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
Title: Ghost Wolf
Author: Hurri Cosmo
Genre: M/M Shifter Romance
Release Date: January 18, 2018 Publisher: Painted Hearts Publishing
Hi, my name is Trevor. I’m a wolf shifter.
I say that like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I was simply running off a ton of steam one day when I was around eleven and bam! Okay, not quite that easy or fast but it happened when I was young and stupid. I’m also gay. I say that like I know what I’m talking about with that too. I simply don’t.
I’m grown up now and living in the big city which has me too busy to much care about either one of those things. I get out and run my wolf when I can, trying like hell to stay out of the local pack’s territories. Belonging to a “family” just sounds like too much work, and honestly I don’t have time for such things. Besides, I was told when I was young the color of my wolf was all wrong. Too silver...or something. Metallic. I kinda thought it looked cool in the full moon. “Pack Alpha would kill ya soon as look at ya.” My grandpa used to say. Course he wasn't my real grandpa. Just an old man who lived down the street, but he was a shifter too and I thought he knew it all. He probably knew diddly either, but a guy can’t be too careful. And romance? Way off the radar.
Only now someone has started killing wolves. Started leaving broken bodies lined up in a nice little row next to the high school in my home town and it's got me to thinking. If a shifter is killed in his or her wolf state, do they stay that way? Were these dead wolves like me? The hell of it all is this: being a shifter isn't common knowledge. It bothers me enough that now I want to find out more. See if there's anything I can do. Kind of like a super hero.
Oh yeah. Probably forgot to tell you this too. I can turn invisible. Yep, Ghost Wolf to the rescue.
I live in Minnesota where I hold tight to the idea that here, where it’s cold a good part of the year, I won’t age as fast. Yep, I avoid the truth as much as I avoid mirrors. But one of the reasons I love writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, I don’t mind “real life” and I do try to at least keep it in mind when I write my stories, but I truly love creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every - single - time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason I love reading this genre, too. Give me a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and my computer, whether I am reading or writing, and I will entertain herself for hours. The fact I actually get paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.
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Title: I Broke Into His Office
Series: Love at First Crime Author: Jessica Frances Genre: M/M romantic suspense, standalone Release: December 17, 2017
Blurb:
He broke into his office, and had his heart stolen in return. I broke into his office, But I didn’t have a choice. So what if he is good-looking? So what if he is single? So what if he is my type? Why should it worry me that he could easily overpower me? Who cares if what I’m doing is wrong and illegal? I can’t second-guess myself, even if there is the possibility of more between us. The risk is too great. The threat all too real. Unfortunately, my life is about to implode, And the least of my problems is an irate private investigator. When old threats return, And new threats—mainly four scary women—attack, The best thing I can do is just keep my head down and ride it out. Then, why can’t I stop thinking about him? Why do I find him so irresistible? And what happens if I make one mistake and lose him forever? Because this is quickly becoming far more than either of us could have ever imagined, And the life and death stakes mean neither of us can mess up. I can’t believe breaking into his office has led to all this. Then again, as some people say: there is nothing quite like love at first … crime.
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Excerpt:
“It’s dark out here,” he grumbles. I feel a little warmer hearing the concern in his voice. “I make sure all the workers leave in groups. No one is allowed to walk out here alone, and we have an open group chat where everyone writes in once they get home safely,” I assure him, never having a problem in the four years I have had this restaurant. Everyone knows my rules. Even the lunch staff adhere to them. “How about you?” he asks, tightening his arm around my shoulders. “I sometimes leave with the others, but …” I give a small shrug. “I only live around the corner,” I finally explain. I understand why Harvey is bringing this up since he’s all about protection and noticing dangers, but what I don’t expect is that the one night I walk home with Harvey is also the night we are jumped. Hands grip us both, separating us as three dark shapes surround us. I barely see a thing before a foot connects with my knee and I lose my balance. Then I’m kicked in the chest, losing my breath, only to then be hit in the face hard enough to see stars. I try to think through my panic, my body shaking as I hold up my hands to protect my face from the next hit, but it doesn’t help when I’m dragged backward and thrown into a wall. My back hits the hard surface before I collapse. The snow soaks into my clothes as I feel a surge of anger rush through me. I leap to my feet and clock the guy who threw me. He clearly isn’t expecting it and is furious when I make contact. However, he is built like a tank, and though I do knock his face to the side, his actual body doesn’t move an inch. My hand, marginally protected by my glove, aches from the impact. I gulp, feeling way over my head, and spare a glance to Harvey, who seems to be holding his own better than I am, fighting two men. The next second, I’m shoved back against the wall, a hand over my throat. He isn’t holding me tight enough to choke me, just forcing me to stay in place. I kick the guy in the shins, attempting to knee his groin, but he leans back. Then something sharp scrapes my cheek, and I freeze. “What do you want?” I wheeze out, still struggling to breathe after the hit to the chest. “My wallet is in my pocket,” I offer, dread building inside me when I consider this is a mugging. “I’m not after your money,” the man snarls, his face in shadows. “What do you want, then?” “See your boyfriend over there?” he asks, leaning back so I see Harvey on the ground, one man holding him down while another punches him in the gut. “Let him go!” I shout, fearful because he’s no longer fighting. “He had a hit out on him—a hundred large for anyone who could kill him—but that disappeared a few hours ago,” he explains while I struggle to follow. “Mr. Conway wiped the hit off. But he wanted you to see how easy it is to get to you both. He wanted you to see how simple it would be for me to take this knife”—he drags the sharp edge across my cheek, cutting me and causing warm liquid to spill down my face—“and shove it through his heart.” “No,” I beg, to which he laughs like he finds this conversation amusing. “Don’t worry, little fairy; your boyfriend isn’t dead … yet.” His voice turns sharp. I hold my breath, waiting to hear what the condition is, because I know there is going to be one. “Mr. Conway is going to call you soon. Make sure you answer it.” With that, he pushes off me, and I collapse back down to my ass. He whistles at the other two men, and they step away from Harvey, who immediately curls into a ball, groaning. Then they all sprint out of the parking lot and out of sight as I try to get my shit together.
An M/M book! Jessica Frances wrote an M/M book! Ahhhhh!!!! And it was so good!
So, we are introduced to Harvey in the previous book, I Burned Down His House. He is a very introspective person, sometimes taking an annoyingly amount of time to think through what he wants to say before he says it. Well, when Nix comes into Harley’s life, bullets flying, fists pounding, buildings burning all around, Harvey loses all introspection and truly opens up for the first time. It was beautiful! I really liked reading how Harvey and Nix’s relationship kicked off. It was all passion and fireworks, and then Harvey hits the brakes, and that’s when the relationship progresses naturally, but still full of hotness. So much hotness. Harvey cannot not do hotness. That’s just a fact of life. Nix was a contradiction to himself. Work, work, work. He lived for his job, his restaurant, but he wanted so much more yet denied himself. I really liked how he didn’t have a choice with Harvey. He kept telling himself, “No, I don’t have time for a relationship,” while being in a relationship. Then Harvey, who once told his best friend, Teagan, that a relationship would never be in his future, yet he forced this relationship without wanting labels. It just flowed so well while you shook your head at these two, secretly laughing at them behind their backs because they couldn’t see what you could. Loved it! OMG, I have to point out the fact that Frances writes the best drunk scenes! I have never laughed so hard as I do when she writes drunk people. All the secret looks everyone passes each other, the seeing triple, the outlandish remarks that come out, the blurting of one syllable words. I got a tummy ache from laughing so hard. I had to reread that scene a few times because it was too hilarious. Never got old. I greatly love this series. It just has everything you could ask for in a book. Filled with danger and love, laughing and tears (still sad over what happened in the last book), and found reminiscing with prior characters who feel like real friends. Such a treasure.
5-Stars
Author Bio:
Born and raised in South Australia, Jessica spends her days working in a bakery, afternoons catching up on lost sleep, and nights reading and writing. Writing has always been a passion of hers, however it wasn’t until recently that she decided to put pen to paper and make things official.
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