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Wednesday, 21 June 2017

About the Book
Title: Cry Wolf
Author: Greta Stone
Genre: M/M Urban fantasy
Everything you know is a lie.

Peter is a kitsune. Chaos follows him wherever he goes. Good intentions, bad intentions---it doesn’t matter. Even mimicking the howl of a friend he hasn’t seen in over a decade turns out to have disastrous consequences.

The wolf doesn’t have a name. For now, he goes by Luca. He has no past, and as an escaped slave, if he can’t stay hidden in the shadows, he’ll have no future. When someone steals his howl, he’s drawn to investigate, and ends up saddled with a mouthy fox who insists they used to be friends once upon a time.

Petty problems and a dubious reunion are pushed aside the longer they're stranded together. The Underwood is a dangerous place.
They have two choices: work together or die.

Join Greta Stone in a dark paranormal MM romance retelling of Aesop’s fable, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, and David P. Mannix's classic novel, The Fox and the Hound.

Author Bio
Greta is the unruly offspring of a tiger and a dragon. She spends most of her time reading, stalking Goodreads, and harassing other authors with pranks. She loves to hear from readers. (Hi, Mom.) Leave a message after the scream! (Seriously, Mom. You can just call me.)


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Book Excerpts

Excerpt One

Peter wheezed. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
Luca rolled onto the square yard’s swept stone. His hipbone and elbow were bruised, but he imagined it didn’t even compare to what Peter was feeling right now.
I told you it was a bad idea.”
Peter rolled onto his back, a constant drizzle of steady rain mixed with the blood pouring from his nostrils in dark greenish tracks. He touched the back of his hand to the gore, nose scrunching in a wince. And then he yawned like the pain was gone.
Well don’t rush to ask if I’m okay, Luca.”
You just had to try it. You just couldn’t let it go. I told you that flying takes skill. I told you that you can’t just pretend your way through some things. We’re lucky we didn’t drop clear out of the sky the second you took off.”
You know, I hear that you’re mad, and all I have to say is that no one told you to go along with my idea. If you felt that strongly about it, you should’ve said something.”
Luca almost punched him. “You told me to go along with your idea.”
So admit that you had a little bit of fun and I’ll take you for another spin.”
I didn’t have fun.” Luca rubbed the bleeding cut on his chin. “Actually, right around now is when I start to hold you responsible.”
Peter writhed in feigned agony. “Oh, the burden.”
Luca told himself he found nothing intriguing about this impishness. “I hate you.”


How to Win a Free e-Book Copy of Cry Wolf

The first 5 people to comment on one of Greta Stone’s tour post will automatically win a free e-book copy of Cry Wolf. Available formats include: mobi, pdf, epub, and prc. Interested parties should email with their e-book format preference for their prizes. Greta will submit prizes at the end of each tour day.

Get a book and cozy up on the couch with a rude mug!

Nothing beats reading with a warm cup of coffee or tea. This is precisely a horde of gremlins ransacked Granny’s kitchen and stole all her mugs. Each one is inspired by a different character in the book, and signed by the character.

Granny Sole’s Mug:
That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.”

Peter’s Mug:
Oh, for ‘fox’ sake.”

Luca’s Mug:
Keep calm and demand trial by combat.”

Elderstone Keys – What’s the big deal?

There is a house in New Gotham that is rumored to be haunted. No one has lived in it since the Great Depression, and no one can recall what its last occupants looked like, what they did for a living or where they went. Only one is fated to enter and learn its secrets. Anytime I host a contest, I give away keys to Elderstone. The person who collects ten of them is fated to own the house.

Image Credits
  • That’s What I Mug – Fred & Lavine
  • Fox Mug – Vivid Giftworks
  • Keep Calm Mug – Penny Lane Gifts
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Wednesday, 14 June 2017
Why set a book in the 1950s?
by Liv Rancourt

First, I want to thank Annette and the gang at the ZipperRippers for having me back as a guest. This is one of my favorite blog tour stops! (You're very welcome!)

When most readers think of historical romances, they picture women in hoopskirts and men in waistcoats…or, um, no shirt at all. Historical must mean Regency, Victorian, or maybe Medieval stories, right? Maybe some Vikings? But not 1955.


Right. Those time periods, particularly the Regency period, provide the most popular settings for historical romance. Despite that, I skipped over those possibilities, for a couple different reasons. My most obvious motivation was a call for submissions I saw about three years ago, asking for stories set in the ‘50s.

Submission calls are cool, because they give an author a specific idea to write about, something the publisher is actively looking for. Often, they’re for short stories or novellas, and can be a good way to get your foot in the door without having to write 80,000 words first.
Since Aqua Follies is obviously not a part of an anthology, you can see the whole call for submissions thing didn’t work out. The publisher didn’t offer me a contract, but it turned out okay. The original version that the publisher saw was only about fifty pages long, and by the time I finished, I’d done enough research into the time period to be hooked on the story.

The ‘50s were a complicated decade. The country had come through the horror of World War II, and people were determined to be happy. This quote by the novelist Edmund White that describes the time period very well.

I lived through the Fifties in the Midwest when everything that was happening - the repression of homosexuality, for instance, the demonization of the Left, the giggly, soporific ordinariness of adolescence, the stone-deafness to the social injustice all around us - seemed not only unobjectionable but also nonexistent.

Society had definite problems, but there was pressure to present a certain image, to live up to social expectations. Being gay and acting on your inclination was definitely not accepted. At the same time, it happened. People of all different orientations found a way to live.

For some it meant a sad and lonely repression. Others were traumatized, punished, even killed. But a few found a way to make it work. I think whenever you scratch beneath a stereotype, you find the truth covers a whole range of realities. That is the space I wanted to explore with Aqua Follies, and what motivated me to rework it into a longer novel.

The ‘50s might not be the most popular decade for romance writers, but for a gay romance, there sure was a whole lot to work with.

Thanks again to ZipperRippers for having me, and keep reading, because there’s an excerpt below. This is the last day of my preorder period, so you can still get Aqua Follies for $0.99. After its release tomorrow it’ll go up to the regular price of $3.99. And make sure you enter the rafflecopter giveaway for a $25 gift card!

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Aqua Follies Blurb

The 1950s. Postwar exuberance. Conformity. Rock and roll.


Russell tells himself he’ll marry Susie because it’s the right thing to do. His summer job coaching her water ballet team will give him plenty of opportunity to give her a ring. But on the team’s trip to the annual Aqua Follies, the joyful glide of a trumpet player’s solo hits Russell like a torpedo, blowing apart his carefully constructed plans.

From the orchestra pit, Skip watches Poseidon’s younger brother stalk along the pool deck. It never hurts to smile at a man, because sometimes good things can come of it. Once the last note has been played, Skip gives it a shot.

The tenuous connection forged by a simple smile leads to events that dismantle both their lives. Has the damage been done, or can they pick up the pieces together?

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Excerpt 2 from Aqua Follies by Liv Rancourt:

The days passed in a blur of calisthenics and choreography, trips to the laundromat for clean shirts and stilted newspaper photo shoots. Russell spent the shows trying not to make calf’s eyes at the orchestra pit, and Skip disappeared every night without taking him up on his offer for a drink. By Sunday, Russell concluded that his attempted apology hadn’t worked. The memory of Skip’s mouth pressed warm against his lips, the taste of whiskey, and the scratch of whiskers against his chin made the rejection more painful.
Wednesday was closing night. One more show. Their train would leave the next afternoon. Russell marched along the deck like a robot, barking commands at the girls during their warm-up, barely watching their routines. The muggy heat never broke, and before intermission, sweat plastered his button-down shirt to his skin.
Russell had the girls work through some figures. Through grumbles, they began a series of catalinas, cranes, and flamingos. Straightening his tie so the knot sat evenly between the flaps of his collar, he filled his lungs with the boggy, rotten-egg lake smell in an attempt to wash away the puddle of melancholy sloshing around in his gut.
Susie broke ranks, pulling up to the side of the pool to work out a cramp. Under other circumstances, he’d give her a quick scold and send her back to the water. Tonight he ignored her, telling himself she was the cause of his unhappiness.
Who am I kidding? His relief at being done with Susie was almost pathetic. Heat built in his groin, a slow swelling, a pressure so sweet, it caused pain. He wanted Skip. Now. He didn’t want to go off into some mythical future without touching him. Tonight. The lanky musician didn’t fight his nature, and Russell needed another taste of his life.
He stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets to hide his clenched fists. He could wish and want and hope all night long, but if he wasn’t willing to do anything about it, he’d end up alone.
Before the show started, the director stood at the edge of the stage and gave the performers a pep talk. He assured the dancers the crew would do their best to keep the stage dry if it rained, and complimented the swimmers on a fine performance the night before. Russell’s gaze drifted over to the band, right about the time Skip looked in his direction, and the director might have been a dog barking down the block
Russell smiled, as broad and inviting as possible. Skip didn’t return his smile, but he didn’t turn away either. His expression might have softened, or maybe the distance and the misting rain blurred his features the way fog turned oak trees into green-gray smudges.
The moment passed.
Skip lifted his horn and laughed in response to something Russell couldn’t hear. Aunt Maude waved from stage left, demanding Russell’s attention, reminding him of what was possible.
And what was not possible.
The girls made it through the Aqua Dixie minstrel number without any problems. Their moves were sharp, elegant, and their smiles brilliant. Russell allowed himself to relax, even laughed at the MC’s tired jokes.
Then the conductor counted off “In the Mood.”
Skip rose above the band to play his solo, and desire crystalized in Russell’s soul, brittle enough to cut deep if it shattered.
But he felt more than desire, more than the simple physical urge a man could handle on his own. He wanted to know Skip, to share in the warmth of his optimism. Russell shut his eyes, indulging in the trumpet’s bell-like tone. A kiss meant something. Both the giver and the receiver had to lower their guard, leave themselves open. They’d done a lot more than just kiss, but still, he couldn’t get on the train to Red Wing without talking to Skip one last time.
They still had things to say to one another.


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About the Author

About Liv Rancourt
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.

Where to find Liv

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Wednesday, 7 June 2017

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Cover Design:
Meredith Russell

Release Date: July 12 2017

Harrisburg Railers Series

First Season (Book #2) - Coming soon! 


Can Tennant show Jared that age is just a number, and that love is all that matters?

The Rowe Brothers are famous hockey hotshots, but as the youngest of the trio, Tennant has always had to play against his brothers’ reputations. To get out of their shadows, and against their advice, he accepts a trade to the Harrisburg Railers, where he runs into Jared Madsen. Mads is an old family friend and his brother’s one-time teammate. Mads is Tennant’s new coach. And Mads is the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Jared Madsen’s hockey career was cut short by a fault in his heart, but coaching keeps him close to the game. When Ten is traded to the team, his carefully organized world is thrown into chaos. Nine years his junior and his best friend’s brother, he knows Ten is strictly off-limits, but as soon as he sees Ten’s moves, on and off the ice, he knows that his heart could get him into trouble again.

Head over to the Cover Reveal party on Facebook where you can get your discounted pre-order code for Changing Lines! 

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, 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, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two 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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Thursday, 25 May 2017

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 120,000 words


Dr. Mikhail “Misha” Budnikov takes one look at fellow fencer Ryan O’Connor and instantly knows his type. The undisciplined hothead is all ego with no finesse and even less control. In short, Misha’s pet peeves personified. To put the arrogant kid in check, Misha challenges him to a sparring match, which he predictably wins.

Not so predictably, Ryan asks him to be a mentor and show him how to fence. Startled by the moment of humility, Misha agrees.

What begins as fencing lessons becomes something much hotter, and before they know it, Misha is giving Ryan an entirely different kind of education. Dominance, submission, pain, pleasure—at the hands of an older, experienced man, a whole new world is opening up for Ryan.

As the trust deepens and their bond strengthens, though, Ryan retreats because that sham called love left him jaded long ago. Cynical beyond his years, he’s not letting his guard down, least of all for a thrice-divorced man twice his age.

Now Misha has to find a way to crack through those defenses…or accept defeat and walk away from the submissive who might just be the love of his life.

Author Bio

L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…

Twitter: @GallagherWitt

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Monday, 15 May 2017
by Kass Barrow
M/M Contemporary

Buy Links: JMS Books | Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 69,000 words

Publisher: JMS Books 


When Kylor Knightley, a multi-millionaire nightclub owner, is out talent-spotting at an open mic event in London’s Limehouse district, the last thing the stiff-lipped Brit expects is to fall head-over-heels for a devastatingly handsome singer ten years his junior.

Born in New York, twenty-two-year-old Eden McFadden now calls London home and has ambitions of making it big in the capital’s music scene. In the meantime, the feisty free spirit is secretly rocking it as a stripper at a gay club in Soho. But when fate brings him and Kylor together in Limehouse, it starts a chain of events that tears both of their worlds apart.

It’s going to take some serious attitude adjustment for the smart-mouthed stripper and the arrogant British gent to find common ground, but the attraction is too strong to ignore. Sometimes you have to trust in fate and see where it takes you.

Thursday, 4 May 2017
Angel’s Feather by Alina Popescu

Recently released gay science fiction novella Angel’s Feather, the first book in the Flyer Chronicles series.