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Audiobook Review Tour – The Eagle and the Fox by Nya Rawlyns #contemporary #western #gay #romance #audiobook

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Book Title: The Eagle and the Fox (A Snowy Range Mystery)

Author: Nya Rawlyns

Publisher: Jade Horse Publishing

Narrator: Nick J. Russo

Cover Artist: Dreams2Media

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Genre/s: Contemporary western, M/M romance, romantic suspense

Length: 8 hours and 39 mins/274 pages/93300 words

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Josiah Foxglove is given a second chance when he takes over his family’s spread in the shadow of the Snowy Range. A veteran of the Gulf War, he came back broken in body and spirit.

Marcus Colton buried his long-time lover and best friend three years ago. Lonely and still grieving, Marcus finds solace in protecting Petilune, a pretty girl with learning difficulties, who will surely become a victim of abuse and neglect without his help. But that doesn’t help him get through the long, dark nights.

When violence wracks the small community of Centurion, WY, it’s easy to place blame on Petilune’s mysterious new boyfriend, Ojibwe teen Kit Golden Eagle. It looks open and shut, but for Josiah and Marcus the facts simply don’t add up.

Something’s rotten in Centurion, something that smacks of a hate crime…

 

 

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Nya Rawlyns writes a variety of genres – suspense/mystery, contemporary western, romance, romantic comedy, women’s fiction, literary fiction and contemporary young adult fantasy.

A lifelong equestrienne, she has competed in dressage and distance riding. She lives in rural Pennsylvania with her daughter, horses, cats, and the hens from hell. She has a family of friends and supporters who provide not just inspiration but absolute belief in her characters and stories.

 

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New Release – Zen Alpha by Sionnach Wintergreen #audiobook #contemporary #gay #romance

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Book Title: Zen Alpha

Author: Sionnach Wintergreen

Publisher: Self-Published

Narrator: Hugh Bradley

Cover Artist: DesignRans

Genre/s: LGBT, Gay Romance, Contemporary

Length:  3 hours and 7 minutes  

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More than anything, struggling tech support specialist Bradley Evans wants an alpha male lover. He thinks he’s found his perfect match, but when his domineering stock broker boyfriend goes too far, Bradley wonders if his flexible, mindful neighbor might be just what he needs.

Ward Linden teaches autistic middle schoolers and is sexy and kind…but he isn’t quite the alpha Bradley’s been looking for. Do nice guys always have to finish last?

Bradley explores what it means to be alpha male in this steamy, humor-laced gay romance. Due to its sexual content, this book is for adults only.

 

 

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Sionnach (pronounced shuhn ukh) Wintergreen is a genderqueer author of gay romance, epic fantasy, and adult fantasy. (She uses feminine personal pronouns because she has lived most of her life responding to them, but she would love it if people used ‘they.’) Her character-driven stories usually involve misfits because she is one. Sionnach has always loved writing and animals; she was a grant writer for an animal rescue group. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and six furbabies—one sweet dog and five spoiled-rotten cats. She also has a wonderful human son.

 

 

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Book Blast – Daisy, Yellow by Angelique Jurd #contemporary #gay #romance #exclusive #excerpt #KindleUnlimited

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Book Title:  Daisy, Yellow

Author: Angelique Jurd

Publisher: Small Black Cat Media

Cover Artist: May Dawney Designs

Genre/s:  Contemporary Gay Romance

Length: 177 pages

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Just months after breaking up with his boyfriend, Noah Jenkins inherits his grandfather’s farm and he decides it’s time for a change of scenery. He packs his bags, buys a dog, and moves onto the property. When his Labrador puppy Daisy gets hurt he meets local vet Hunter Ross and life starts to look interesting again. 

Hunter Ross has always lived in small, conservative Newton, in rural Illinois. At 39 he’s never been in love and never had a lover and may have neglected to tell anyone he’s close to that he’s gay. It’s never been a problem – until Daisy, Yellow and her owner, Noah, show up. 

Is Noah’s love enough for Hunter to risk everything? Does Hunter have the strength to make the hardest choices he’ll ever make and survive?

 

 

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Noah is woken early by a heavy weight on his chest and a wet tongue sweeping across his mouth. He opens his eyes to find Daisy staring down at him, her tail sweeping across his belly. Pushing himself up on one elbow, he dodges her tongue with a laugh and scratches her ears.

“Did you miss me?” Daisy slurps her tongue up the middle of his face and he falls back on the pillow laughing and spluttering. “Gross. Did you learn that at Hunters?”

At the sound of Hunter’s name, she cocks her head and thumps her tail again.

“Oh, you know who that is huh? Hunter?”

This time she barks at him and tries to lick his face again but he’s too fast and rolls her onto the side of the bed and scratches her belly.

“Yeah, we like him, don’t we?” Noah pulls himself up to lean against the headboard and reaches for his phone on the night table. Daisy inches toward him on her belly. “Too early to call him isn’t it?”

Daisy drops her muzzle on her paws and whimpers. If we’re awake, he’s probably awake.

“Text maybe?” Text. Call. Whatever. Just decide. Hunter will be awake. “Text.”

Good morning.

He hits send and swings his legs out of bed. Lets Daisy out and hits the button on the coffee pot. Maybe his dad is right; maybe he does tend to run away from the hard stuff.  His mind wanders back to when he’d told his own parents. He was twenty and only told them because he’d been photographed at an LGBT event on campus and figured if he didn’t say something, someone else would. Especially as he was living at home still – oh look another easy out – and at least half a dozen people he knew were at the same university. If that hadn’t happened, would he have said anything? Would he have been any different to Hunter? He’s not so sure anymore.

That said, he’s not convinced it will be as bad as Hunter fears. People must suspect, surely. Isabella had. Once the news is out, he’s certain, it will be a twenty-four-hour sensation then they’ll move onto something else. People being people, he thinks.

His phone chimes and Hunter’s name appears on the screen.

Morning. Sleep well?

Grinning, Noah taps the screen.

Yes. Thought of you.

Within seconds the chime sounds again.

You’ll go blind. You coming over later?

He laughs and begins to tap a response but before he can get more than two letters, wet paws land on his thigh, leaving muddy prints on his sleep pants. Somehow Daisy has managed to find the one surviving puddle from an overnight shower and jumped in it. Her legs, belly, and tail are caked in mud.

“Seriously? It’s not even eight yet.” When she wags her tail, mud splatters across his pants, the cupboard door, and the floor. “Okay, out! Out! You’re getting hosed off before we do anything else.”

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By ten o’clock, Noah has not only cleaned up Daisy and the muddy mess she left in the kitchen but done a load of laundry and washed his car. He goes inside, changes into dry clothes, boots up his laptop and begins working on the formal report for the past four days. Before long he’s buried in diagrams and templates and he pays no attention to Daisy as she wanders in and out. While he works she tells off the squirrel in the driveway, chases several birds from the front lawn, and unbeknown to Noah digs a small hole in the patch he has earmarked for vegetables.

At lunchtime he makes a sandwich and pours more coffee; he feeds Daisy his leftovers ignoring the scolding he’s sure a certain vet would give him despite there being no onions anywhere near the sandwich. He has just settled in to write up an invoice to send to the agency when Daisy begins to bark. He whistles then calls her name, but she ignores him, barks becoming more urgent.

“If you want to go and see Hunter and his demented cat, you need to let me finish,” he mutters as he goes to find her.

She’s not on the front lawn or in the driveway and when he checks, the back yard is empty too. Frowning he calls her name. The answering bark comes from the other end of the shed and he jogs over to see what is so exciting and new, that she can’t tear herself away. Rounding the end of the building he sees her, near the corner by the wood pile, tail straight out behind her like an arrow. She barks and shifts on her paws and he hears it before he sees it.

A dry, rattling sound, nowhere near as loud as the movies he watched as a kid had him believe. Heart in his throat he takes a tentative step forward, hoping she’ll let him pull her away. Coiled near the pile of wood, is a snake. Noah remembers Hunter telling him a couple of weeks ago to always try and pay attention to what they look like in case one bites you. He didn’t explain how you were supposed to do that; especially if your dog was between you and it.

 

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Author, acafan, Buddhist. Angelique is owned by four cats, three adult children, two temperamental computers, and a very patient boyfriend (not a partridge in a pear tree).

A former print journalist and editor, she has over the years, written about a wide variety of topics from politics to duck breeding to rock concerts. Her interest in fandom studies was sparked in 2015 when she watched Supernatural for the first time and she has been fascinated by the intersection between fans and creators ever since and is currently completing an MA (Media Studies) in the subject. 

She likes cold champagne, hot coffee, neat whiskey, loud Springsteen, and the Winchester brothers kicking butt. When she’s not writing she likes to color, watch movies, and get more tattoos.

 

 

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New Release – To Love and Protect His Omega by Quinn Michaels #Mpreg #romance #omegaverse #mystery

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Book Title: To Love & Protect His Omega

Author: Quinn Michaels

Publisher: Enticed by Books Press

Cover Artist: Pebbles Davis

Genre/s: Mpreg Romance, Mpreg Mystery, omegaverse

Length: 65 000 words:            

This is the first of a new series but each book will stand alone.

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Gunnar swore to serve and protect, but he couldn’t save the omega he loved. Will a sick kitten give him a second chance at love?

Police Detective and single dad, Gunnar Justice swore an oath to serve and protect, but he couldn’t save the omega closest to him. Now he’s raising his 8-year-old daughter alone. But when his daughter adopts a sick kitten, will a hot veterinarian with his own secrets offer a second chance at love?

Pursued by a relentless stalker, omega veterinarian, Liam Chandler, packs up his entire life and moves across the country to start over. He has lost faith in romance and instead devotes his time to saving his animal patients. But when a handsome alpha detective and his daughter come into Liam’s exam room with a kitten who needs a miracle, will Liam give romance a second chance?

Can these two men overcome their pasts to make a family together? Even as a final threat from Liam’s past threatens not only their relationship but their lives.

To Love and Protect His Omega is a single dad Omegaverse romance with mystery, action and all of the feels.

If you love Omegaverse m/m romance that keeps you turning pages into the wee hours of the morning, start reading To Love and Protect now!

 

 

 

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Gunnar pulled the car into an empty parking space two cars back from the bus stop and unlocked the doors. “Get out on the curb and cross with me,” he said.

Normally, Olivia would’ve grumbled about being told the rules again, but this time she just nodded, her lips tight and her face pale. “He sneezed,” she said.

Gunnar nodded. If he was sneezing, at least that meant he was alive.

Gunnar took the carrier with one hand and Olivia’s hand with his other as they crossed the street. It was 8:05, and a young guy, with blond hair and glasses bent down on the ground between the inside door and a partially opened gate as he picked up a white metal box with a red medical symbol on the side.

“Excuse me, sir, are you the vet?” Olivia asked, slipping inside the gap where the gate was partially opened. Gunnar grabbed OlivIa’s shoulder to keep her from bowling the guy over as the man looked up. His nose twitched, and his eyes widened as his gaze rested on Gunnar.

Gunnar smelled it too, the subtle sweetness of an omega mingling with his own alpha musk. Adam had been cinnamon chocolate. This man was more cream and mint, with a hint of… caramel? It was attractive, and Gunnar ruthlessly crushed the sudden desire to get closer and identify that third, underlying scent.

Gunnar didn’t want to be attracted to another omega. Adam had only been dead for a year. This slight stirring of interest – and it was barely interest – felt like a betrayal.

Olivia said, “Puff is very sick.”

“Puff?” The doctor stood. Getting a better look at his face, Gunnar estimated his age upward. Late twenties, not mid, closer to Gunnar’s own age. Worse, the man was handsome, in a boyish way, his blue eyes bright and magnified a bit too large behind the lenses of his glasses as he ran a hand through his wavy blond hair. He wore a stethoscope around his neck, and thankfully his tone was warm and businesslike as he said, “I’m Dr. Chandler,” looking only at Olivia.

“We adopted Puff from the shelter on Sunday,” Gunnar explained, holding out the carrier over his daughter’s head so that the doctor could see.

Dr. Chandler looked into the carrier, and his lips tightened as the smile faded from his face. He held out his hand. “Come with me.” He opened the inside door. “Carolyn, my tech, is running late, but if you two don’t mind letting me take him into the back, Pam will get your paperwork started while I take a look at Puff.”

“Whatever you have to do for him, do it,” Gunnar said.

 

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From Quinn: I love fantasy, werewolves and M/M omegaverse romance! My goal is to write action-packed adventures of romance, self-discovery and second chances, all served up with a hefty helping of sweet, sexy Omegas and hot, determined Alphas who will do anything to cherish, love, and protect them. It’s so exciting to be able to share my characters and worlds with you, and I hope you enjoy them (and the sexytimes!)

 

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New Release and Blog Tour – Pursuing Happiness by Jessie Pinkham #newrelease #contemporary #gay #romance

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Book Title: Pursuing Happiness

Author: Jessie Pinkham

Publisher: Jessie Pinkham

Cover Artist: Katia V. Michelet

Release Date: July 12, 2018

Genre/s romance, contemporary, gay

Length: 53,000 words   

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A repressive childhood casts long shadows.

Growing up in a reactionary religious household left Matt Aldridge socially inept and woefully underprepared for life in the wider world. He’s still trying to figure himself out when he meets his hunky new neighbor, Collin Moravec. Matt likes him at first sight, and miraculously, Collin feels the same.

When his cousin Levi shows up needing a home, Matt doesn’t hesitate to take him in, even as it throws his own world into disarray. He’s determined to save his younger cousin some of the struggles he faced. But taking on this responsibility brings up old anxieties, and in his terror of failing Levi, Matt pushes Collin away. He has to move beyond his fearful upbringing once and for all, or he’s going to end up miserable – and alone.

 

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“Now, about that sexual to-do list. I’m dying to know what’s on it.”

An adorable blush blossomed on Matt’s cheeks. “I think there’s a lot of potential for fun with a can of whipped cream.”

“I’m completely on board with that.”

Finally Matt relaxed. “You’re a very good boyfriend,” he remarked.

Collin figured that meant he’d said the right thing. Good. He took Matt’s hand and laced their fingers together. “So are you, and if I hadn’t already known that my coworkers made sure to tell me yesterday.”

“How did the grant application turn out?”

“Well, it doesn’t scream ‘thrown together at the last minute,’ so it could be a lot worse.”

“I know nothing about grants,” said Matt, “but I have plenty of personal experience in the red parts of the state, where you said you want to do outreach. Maybe this is weird pillow talk, but…”

Collin interrupted. “Our pillow talk can be whatever we want.”

“Okay. Have you considered how much tougher it will be to go out and talk about LGBT acceptance with people in very conservative areas? I mean really thought about the ruling mindset there?”

They certainly weren’t going in blind. Regardless he wanted to hear Matt’s opinion, if for no other reason than to understand his boyfriend a little better. “We expect to be called a lot more nasty slurs.”

“That’s obvious. It’s not just the insults, though. The thing is that a lot of these people – not all, but a definite majority – are not even going to consider what you have to say. The religiously inclined, which again will be a good percentage, will consider it a given that you’ve been deceived by Satan. So there’s no reason for them to even consider what you have to say, see? Anything they don’t like can easily be written off as inspired by Satan. It’s a very neat system if you don’t like thinking too hard. And it makes us very easy scapegoats for anyone, religious or not, who doesn’t like how the world is changing.”

“There are going to be some people who remain homophobic no matter what we say or do,” acknowledged Collin.

“Some might become more tolerant with personal contact, when the LGBT community isn’t something abstract and instead they know someone who isn’t heterosexual. Then there are the people like my family.”

“Bastards. But we know that. What we want to do, at the very least, is give some hope to LGBT people who feel isolated.”

“They certainly need it. Here’s the thing, though. It’s easy to be anonymous in the city. People can go to Ted’s Place without anyone they know having a clue about their visit to an LGBT center. In rural areas it’s not the same. If somebody stops to talk with you or takes pamphlets or whatever you’re doing for outreach, they’ll be recognized and before long half the town will know. The smaller the community, the worse it gets in that regard.” Matt sighed. “I’m not trying to discourage you, I’m just being realistic. I would never have dared talk with anyone doing LGBT outreach. Far too dangerous.”

“That’s depressing. It’s good to know, though. Obviously this has to factor into our plans.” He lacked ideas on how to work around this very serious roadblock. Well, Rome wasn’t built in a day. Collin would share this perspective with his colleagues and go from there. “Any suggestions for us to get around that?”

“I’m afraid I don’t have any brilliant solutions. The internet is good. My family was unusually restrictive in that area, but it probably helps a lot of other kids. Just keep in mind that in some of these conservative areas, you’ll be entering enemy territory.”

“War metaphors?”

“Not a metaphor. They will literally see you as the enemy. Inspired by Satan, remember? It’s spiritual warfare and you’re the advanced guard. That’s how a lot of people will see you.”

“Damn,” said Collin. He imagined an army wearing sparkly rainbow uniforms, armed with lube and condoms, maybe doing something stereotypical like singing show tunes. “Here I thought I just wanted people to live in a way that makes them happy, and now I find out I’m in Satan’s gay army.”

Matt frowned. “I’m serious, Collin.”

Oops. His last comment had clearly been too flippant. “Sorry. I was going for lightening the mood with humor but clearly missed the mark. This is important to know. And honestly, it speaks to how strong you are that you were able to escape that.”

“I’m not sure being kicked out counts as escaping.”

“You could’ve gone to conversion therapy, pretended to be cured, and lived the rest of your life miserable and accepted by your family. You chose the harder option.”

“True,” said Matt. “Totally worth it.”

Collin traced random patterns on his boyfriend’s chest. “I’m glad to hear it. If you didn’t think it was worth it after that blowjob, I’d have done something terribly wrong.”

This time Matt let him lighten the mood. He winked and said, “No worries there.”

“That’s a relief.”

“You know that saying about praise going to your head? They’re talking about the head on top of your neck.”

“How do you know?” countered Collin.

Matt opened his mouth to protest, then paused. A second later he admitted, “That’s actually a good question.”

Score one for being a smartass.

 

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Jessie writes M/M romance and loves a rich fictional universe as much as a good happy ending. Her published works include the novel Survivors and the Tea and Empathy series, and her work has been included in anthologies by Evernight Publishing and JMS Books.

She’s usually writing more than one new book at a time, and frequently rushing out at the last minute because she got lost in her own fictional world.

 

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99c Book Blast – Double Dare (The Dare Menage Series, bk 1) by Jeanne St. James #contemporary #erotic #menage #romance #interracial #MMF #LGBTQ

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Book Title: Double Dare (The Dare Menage Series, bk 1)

Author: Jeanne St. James

Publisher: Self

Cover Artist: April Martinez

Release Date: March 25 2010

Genre/s: Contemporary Erotic Romance (Interracial, MMF, LGBTQ)

Length: 67,500 words/260 pages

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What could be better than waking up next to a hot guy? Waking up sandwiched between two of them.

Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated?

Logan Reed, a successful business owner, can’t believe that he’s attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol pink bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she’s more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.

The next morning Quinn’s conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover.

Tyson White, ex-pro football player, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming…

Note: This book in the series can be read as stand-alone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes MMF scenes between all three characters.

 

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When Logan glanced up again, he saw a pink vision stalking toward him, and he sat up straighter. Shit, the cause of his earlier hard-on was coming his way.

She looked determined, and she still had a grip around her glass like it was a lifeline.

She stopped directly in front of him and put one hand on her hip.

“Are you Logan Reed?”

Oh shit. “Yes?”

“You don’t know for sure?”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“Are you fucking anybody right now?”

“Right this minute?” He glanced around to see if anyone else was hearing this surreal conversation. Luckily no one was paying attention.

“No. Do you have anyone who is going to get mad if I ask you to dance?”

“Uh. No.” Well, hell, that was a unique way of asking someone to dance.

She placed her drink on the table, and he asked, “Is that still your second one?”

“No, third.”

“I was afraid of that.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled, but he was too heavy for her to lift, so he unfolded himself from the chair to accommodate her.

“Are you asking me to dance?”

“You have a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” He interlaced his fingers with hers and led her to a corner of the dance floor. Luckily for him, the DJ had turned the lights down and was playing a series of slow tunes. Ones he could dance to. There was no way he was doing the chicken dance or line dancing. He had his limits.

As the slow, wailing tune blared through the large speakers, Logan slid his palms around her waist, his splayed fingers coming to rest at the small of her back. The fabric of her dress felt terrible, and he didn’t know why women wore shit like that and suffered. The dress certainly wasn’t flattering.

But it wasn’t the outer package that mattered to Logan; it was the prize he found inside when it was unwrapped.

He stepped in a little closer and pulled her hips against his. He swore he heard a little gasp. He smiled into her overstyled, dark blonde hair and nuzzled it. Underneath all the hairspray, he caught a scent of wildflowers. It smelled nice.

“What’s your name?” he murmured into her hair.

“What?” She turned her head a bit, and she ended up nuzzling his neck. Her lips, the shape of which reminded him of an archer’s bow, were warm and soft, and he could detect the fruity scent of the slammers on her breath.

She was average height for a woman, which made her a bit shorter than him, so he had to lean down a bit to place his lips against her ear.

“What’s your name?”

He felt the shiver of her body against him, so he traced the delicate shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. The touch was light enough, but she unmistakably felt it. In response, she arched her back slightly, pressing her hips harder into his.

“Quinn,” she finally answered him, her voice breathless.

“Quinn,” he repeated while moving one hand up her back to the bare skin rising out of her dress. He drew the pad of his thumb along the smooth expanse of flesh, along her exposed spine, moving up to her neck to cradle it in his palm. His thumb continued to stroke her skin along the vein in her neck.

He pulled away a little and looked down into her face. Her eyes were heavy, and her lips were parted. Her breaths were short and quick.

He struggled to keep from thrusting against her. If she looked this good in that god-awful dress, he wondered what she looked like in normal clothes. Or no clothes at all.

Or just a pair of handcuffs.

His balls tightened, and he released a long breath out of his nose to steady his pulse.

“Quinn, do you like sex?” He placed his cheek against hers, and they swayed to the music, their hips, their thighs brushing against each other.

Her eyelids fluttered a bit before she answered, “Sometimes.”

“Why only sometimes?” he whispered against her ear.

She shrugged slightly, and one of her off-the-shoulder sleeves slid down a bit, exposing more creamy flesh.

Logan brushed his lips along her collarbone. It was delicate and covered with smooth skin. When he got to her shoulder, he worked his way back, and in the hollow of her neck, he placed a kiss.

There was a groan. He didn’t know whom it came from. Her? Him? He didn’t care. His hand at the small of her back slipped lower, to just where the rise of her ass was. The fabric of the dress kept him from feeling details, but his imagination took over.

One song transitioned into another, and they weren’t even aware of the other couples dancing nearby.

His hips kept a steady side-to-side rhythm, while his hand on her back kept her close and in perfect time with him.

He was hard. There was no doubt she could feel it. Even with the yards of fabric around her midsection, her belly brushed against his length, teasing his cock.

“What kind of sex do you like?” His voice sounded low and gruff to his own ears.

“The kind when I get to come.”

Logan chuckled against her temple and slipped the hand he had around her neck to her shoulder. His fingers brushed her skin lightly. He couldn’t help but notice goose bumps suddenly appearing everywhere he touched her. Which meant her nipples were probably hard and aching for his fingers and mouth.

Her dress had slipped down a bit, and the neckline rode low on her chest. The fabric rested just on the crest of her breasts; he could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. In fact, he thought he could see the crescent edge of one nipple, even in the dim light.

He wanted to dip his tongue between her breasts.

“Quinn?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you ask me to dance?”

“Because my friends…” Her soft voice faded off.

“Your friends?” He prodded.

“My friends dared me to. They think I am such a loser when it comes to men.”

“Ah.”

“I always pick Mr. Wrong.”

“Am I supposed to be Mr. Right?” He brushed the backs of his knuckles over the rise of her breasts.

“No. Just Mr. Right Now.”

She was direct. He wondered if it was just the alcohol talking. “So you just want to use me.”

“Basically.”

Her boldness wavered, disappointing him a bit.

He raised his eyebrows. “Huh. And you don’t think I’d care?” He leaned back a bit and looked down at her, her skin a canvas for the colorful light bouncing off the mirrored disco ball above the dance floor.

She wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Do you?”

 

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JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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New Release – The Omega’s Second Chance (Bundle of Joy series, Book 2) by Kenna Grace #mpreg #contemporary #gay #romance #KindleUnlimited

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Book Title: The Omega’s Second Chance (Bundle of Joy series, Book 2)

Author: Kenna Grace

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Ana J. Phoenix

Genre/s: Mpreg MM gay romance

Length:  52, 000 words

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Two best friends reunite and discover they could be something more in this mpreg, gay-for-you, second chance romance.

Cody

I left home a decade ago to get away from my crush on my straight best friend. Traveling the world helped me get over him, and now that I’m back to take care of my uncle, I should be immune. Except I’m not. I want him as much as I did before, but this time is different. This time, he seems as interested in me as I am in him, but how can that be when he’s straight? Soon enough, his baby is inside me, but that drives us apart instead of bringing us together.

Derek

Cody was my best friend, and I always ignored any feelings that were more than friendly. It was easy then, since I was about to marry my childhood sweetheart. In the years since, I’ve learned there’s nothing sweet about Heidi, weathered a divorce, and the loss of my NFL career. I’m home again and ready for something more. Cody is just what I want, but when he gets pregnant, I know it can’t be mine because I’m infertile. Aren’t I?

 

 

Excerpt

I squinted my eyes from the sun as I tried to make out his facial features. His hard hat cast a shadow along his face that made it difficult to make out. He looked so familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him yet. It wasn’t until he took off the hat to wipe the sweat from his face that I immediately recognized him. Derek.

Just then, a car behind me leaned on the horn. I looked up to see the light had changed to green, and Derek and the other construction worker looked over at the commotion in my direction. I knew I should have just continued on my way to Pete’s, but I couldn’t resist the urge to catch up a little with Derek.

Against my better judgment, I pulled off the road and into the construction site. Derek and the others watched as I put the car into park and stepped out. I immediately recognized his voice as he called out to me.

“Hey, you can’t park here. This is a construction zone.” He passed one of the other workers the clipboard and started heading towards me.

Derek hadn’t immediately recognized me, but I couldn’t blame him. It had been ten years since I’d been back and we’d seen each other in person. Besides, it took me a few minutes to recognize him when I first saw him. I didn’t say a word as he continued to approach, but I could feel a smile starting to form on my face.

It wasn’t until he was only a few feet away that he seemed to place me. “Cody?” he asked, still sounding unsure. He froze in his spot and removed his hard hat from his head. He raised his brows as he gave me a look over. “Cody Lawton?” He still looked like he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Been a while, Derek. I’m surprised you recognized me,” I said, my lips now tugging into the smile I felt coming on. As much as I’d thought it was a mistake to pull over and talk to him, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little taken back that he recognized me. It had been a long time since we were face to face and nothing about the way I looked was the same as it was ten years ago. My hair was longer than before and slicked back, and I’d been hitting the gym pretty regularly. I was nowhere near as buff as Derek, but I was still in better shape than I was ten years ago. My clothing style had changed a little as well—for the better. I’d taken to watching a few episodes of The Omega’s Wardrobe and soon found my own closet going through a little bit of an upgrade from the loose graphic tees I used to always sport.

Derek said nothing for another moment, still in shock that it was actually me. Finally, a smile spread across his own face as he let out a laugh. “Well, I never thought I’d see Cody Lawton in Concord again.”

“You and me both,” I added. “Won’t be around long, though. Heading back out in a few hours.”

Derek’s smile faded as he nodded. “Going to see your Uncle Pete?” The excitement had left his voice and was now replaced with a more comforting tone.

The shift in tone from Derek’s voice surprised me a little. Pete hadn’t told me he let anyone else know about his condition, but Derek and I had been best friends since kindergarten, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d shared the information with him as well. “Yeah. He’s waiting for me now, so I should probably start heading back over. I saw you standing out here, so I figured I’d drop a quick hello.”

“Well, I appreciate it. Tell Pete I hope he’s feeling better.” He licked his lips before continuing, “And Cody, it was nice seeing you again. Really.”

I gave him a nod. “I’ll let him know, Derek. And it was nice seeing you again as well.”

“Alright then,” Derek said as he placed the hard hat back on his head and adjusted it a little. He gave me a smile and began walking back towards the other men.

Just as I opened the car door and took a seat, I heard him call out my name again. “Cody?”

“Yeah?” I inquired, pushing the door open a little wider so I could see him.

Derek walked back over and swung one arm over the door. “I know you said you don’t think you’ll be in town long. But if you’re feeling up to it, I was thinking of maybe grabbing a beer later at Moll’s Bar. I should be finishing up here in an hour or so. Would just need to go home and clean up a bit first.” He motioned his hand towards his body. A thin layer of dust and debris clung to his clothing. “I know you have a long drive ahead of you, though, so don’t sweat it if you can’t make it.”

I thought about it for a moment before agreeing. “Yeah, I can make it. Might be nice to catch up a little before heading home.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted the decision, but it was too late to take them back now.

Derek’s face lit back up with a smile. “Well, alright then. I’ll see you there.” He leaned back off my car door and closed it shut for me.

As I started the car and pulled out of the construction zone, I rolled down my window and waved to him. Derek waved back and returned to the men still huddled over the clipboard. The rest of the drive, I tried my best not to think about Derek and how much I was still attracted to him.

 

 

About the Author 

Kenna Grace is a small woman with a huge personality. By evening, she can be found writing, reading, and getting lost in her wild imagination.

In her other life, she’s a behavioral analyst and devoted partner, but writing about men falling in love and their happily-ever-after is so much more exciting!

 

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