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Tuesday, 11 October 2016
The Runaway Father (The Runaway Model #3)
Author: Parker Avrile
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Length: Novel, 271 pages (76,000 words)
Publication Date: October 11, 2016
Heat Level: Three flames (some adult situations & language)
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A rock star's darkest secret-- his teenage son.

Out of the closet, free to be himself for the first time in his life, rock star Stoney has fallen hard for a younger musician.

Carlin wants no part of the spotlight. He's an artist. Being with a famous man like Stoney is a  challenge, especially for a guy with anxiety. But there's a sweet side to Stoney that not everybody gets to see. Carlin can't stay away.

Together, Carlin and Stoney can overcome any obstacle. The gutter press is a nuisance, but they won't let trashy gossip pull them apart.

And then they face the toughest challenge yet, when Stoney learns he's the father to the son he never knew he had.

The Runaway Father is a full-length 270 page male/male contemporary rock star romance novel complete with no cliffhangers, a ton of angst about missing fathers and how boys sometimes have to become men on their own, absolutely no cheating, and a guaranteed Happy Ever After.

While this novel is designed to be read as a standalone, it does include a subplot spoiler for The Runaway Millions.  There are also a few brief references to events in The Runaway Model and The Runaway Millions from Stoney's point of view, the irony of which will escape you if you haven't read those books. If you plan to read the whole series, we recommend going in this order:

*The Runaway Model -- Kyle and Bryce's story begins (complete with Happy For Now ending)

*The Runaway Millions -- Kyle and Bryce's story reaches its Happy Ever After.

*"Blackmail Boy" (a perma-free short story about how Carlin and Stoney first met)

*The Runaway Father -- Carlin and Stoney find their Happy Ever After.

Read them all, or jump in anywhere. Each book is intended to be self-contained.



The next evening, Carlin worked in Stoney's studio. Carlin's studio really. He was the only one who'd been writing music lately. The only one practicing. He was using an oversized agate pick to pluck tentatively at the strings, a black and white banded agate from India that was supposed to create a unique sound. Carlin was trying to decide if it was noisy enough for him.

Stoney stood in the open door, looking down at where Carlin sat, his blond hair fallen forward to expose the nape of his neck. There was an animal instinct to bite, lick, and kiss any exposed nape. He wondered why more people, not just the French with their scarves, didn't cover their necks in public. Sometimes he'd see a bare neck and feel a hot flame of sexual need.

And yet it was more than lust with Carlin. It was a sense of... tenderness? Sweetness? Vulnerability? Stoney didn't know what this feeling was called or if anyone else had ever felt it. He loved Carlin beyond anything he'd ever thought possible.

Carlin felt his eyes on the back of his neck and looked up, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Feeling better?"

"I wish I did. Love, dollface... you should go." It twisted his heart to say it, but how could he drag this beautiful boy into his personal mess? "There'll be scandal. A tabloid frenzy."

"Don't be ridiculous." Carlin put down the instrument and stood up. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You're a sensitive artist. All that push and scrum, it bothers you."

Carlin took another step, closing the gap between the two of them. "A lot of things bother me, Stoney. If I let it get to me, I'd never leave the house."

Like his mother never left the house. Stoney knew by now that she'd had a medication-resistant agoraphobia. "We should get away. I'm thinking about Los Angeles." He pushed the neck of Carlin's oversized T-shirt down further to expose his collarbone. Another point of vulnerability. Stoney licked the little hollow. They needed a safe place, a hidden place for just the two of them...


Saturday, 8 October 2016
Losing it in Africa
by Viv Phoenix
MMF Bisexual Romance/Suspense/BDSM
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When curvy Ivy interviews for her first job, she takes a huge risk to tempt Weston Drake to take her to Africa. With thousands of lives at risk, Ivy will have to prove her value to West and his bodyguard partner to earn her place on the team. But if she makes a mistake, the smugglers will kill the three of them and delivery deadly counterfeit medicine.

Getting my billionaire boss to take me to Africa seemed like a dream. But I hadn’t counted on sharing West’s secrets and the danger he faced. His closeness to his hunky Black bodyguard intrigued me. How could I deal with wanting them both?

Heat level: High. This novel is rated Mature 18+ for language, strong sexual content including bisexual interracial MMF menage, BDSM, mature themes and brief violence. Contents may be triggering for some readers.


West thrashed, and I held the ice in place.

“He’s not a good patient.” Kane whispered. Their intimacy stretched around us like a web that extended for miles and years. I imagined them like the soldier lovers of ancient Greece.

What was I doing here? But I was here, so I held the pack steady, sad for his injuries and pain, and determined to help no matter what faces he made at me.

“He’s a terrible patient,” Kane amended as West glared at us.

“You might be angry, but you’re alive,” I whispered and kissed the one unbruised place I could find on his face.

He gave me a crooked smile.

“I’m not going to regret bringing you to Africa, am I?”

I looked right into his eyes. “No, you’re not.”

Friday, 7 October 2016

The Viscount And The Artist - Alyson Pearce

Length: 299 pages


Andrew Cardwell is a man driven by duty to his country and to his family. After the death of his uncle, he's determined to provide security and stability for his family as the new Viscount Cardwell—even if that means marrying and producing an heir. Surprising himself, Andrew decides to sponsor a young artist named Jeremy for the season, to help him find a patron. What he doesn’t anticipate is how well Jeremy fits in his bed…and his life.

Jeremy Leighton knows what it’s like to be a disappointment. The only son of a vicar, he's refused to follow the path his father set for him, choosing his passion for art, instead. He accepts Andrew's proposal, hoping to prove to his father—and himself—that he can succeed as an artist. After spending time with Andrew in and out of bed, Jeremy struggles not to fall for the damaged viscount, knowing the season will likely end in Andrew's engagement. 

Between a meddling cousin, a widow on the hunt for a new husband, and their own doubts about the relationship, how can Andrew and Jeremy shed the expectations of others to find true happiness? 

Review 4 Stars:

Andrew Cardwell is a damaged man, both physically and emotionally. He lost his brother to accident, his lover to war. A war that left him half-dead and deeply scarred in body and soul.

When his uncle dies, Andrew is the new Viscount Cardwell and his cousin Phoebe wastes no time in demanding that he do his duty to marry and beget an heir in sort order, so that she and the rest of the family aren't left at the whims of a distant cousin, the nearest male relative.

If it hadn't been for his uncle's death Andrew would not even have considered marriage at all, for he is a man who desires men, not women.

Jeremy Leighton is the son of the vicar and the family have long been friends of the Cardwells. Jeremy and Andrew had been friends when they were younger, getting into scrapes together. But as they grew older, Jeremey's hero-worship of Adrew grew into something more but he tried to deny his nature.

His father had agreed to let Jeremy study Art at university, but now that Jeremy's education is over, his father wants him to join the clergy too and do something useful, rather than wander about with his head in the clouds, for the vicar can so no career in Jeremy's scribbles.

Meeting again after his uncle's funeral, Andrew senses immediately a kindred spirit in Jeremy. Jeremy is reluctant at first to reveal his desire for other men, his desire for Andrew, but Andrew breaks down his defences and Jeremy admits that he too, like Andrew, prefers men rather than women.

Andrew takes Jeremy under his wing, commissioning him for a portrait and taking him to London for the Season, where he will teach Jeremy all he needs to know about approaching other men who feel as they do. But Jeremy doesn't want to approach anyone else. He loves Andrew, but Andrew seems to see him as nothing more than a project to keep him busy during the Season before he settles down and marries.

Andrew likes Jeremy in his bed, and Jeremy will have to work hard to get into Andrew's heart as well as his bed.

An interesting start to what will be a series, I think. They seemed to fall into bed a bit too fast for me, but I can see how Andrew uses seduction to forget his worries and since Jeremy was already half-way in love with him by then, I could see him unable to resist Andrew's charms.

The pacing is normally quite good, but it sagged a little in the middle, when Andrew and Jeremy confide to their friends about their relationship problems, rather than speaking to each other about it, which would have cleared everything up immediately.

The writing is good and flows well but there were a couple of niggles for me at least, a few times the author uses the word 'reigns', as in rule over a country, when it should have been 'reins', those things you hold horses with. It made me smile anyway and didn't stop me from reading on to see how things with Jeremy and Andrew progress.

It is difficult when writing in this era to get the balance between a happy ending and being true to the history of the time, when being with a man was illegal and could get you hanged for your trouble. I think how the author handled it worked really well here.

I loved both Jeremy and Andrew, both different men with their own quirks and foibles and as the story is told in alternate points of view, we get to see inside both their heads. The supporting cast is well-drawn too and I suspect we might be seeing more of Percy, Oliver and Thaddeus in future books. They too deserve their happy endings.

A great, escapist read.


Sitting in the carriage outside Boodle’s, Jeremy fiddled with his coat buttons. A cold sweat had started along the back of his neck. Talking about finding a patron was one matter. Actively looking for one was completely different. He looked over at Andrew. The man was the embodiment of fashionable: his jet black tailcoat was expertly tailored, the waistcoat beneath adding a touch of colour and pattern. Even his cravat was tied in a perfect Osbaldeston. Next to him, Jeremy looked like a simple country boy, wearing clothing his father had bought him when he entered Oxford. His stomach rolled, and he regretted eating such a large dinner.
“You’re going to be fine,” Andrew said.
Jeremy fastened his buttons for a third time.
“Just relax. Hands at your sides. Deep breaths. Follow my lead and stay by my side.”
Nodding, Jeremy let his hands drop. He waited until Andrew opened the carriage door before climbing out. The sight in front of him was formal and imposing, and Jeremy wanted nothing more than to climb back into the carriage. The ground floor exterior was a white stone, while the upper levels were brick. The showpiece of the building, though, was the large, domed window in the centre, trimmed by white, scalloped stone.
“Come on.”
Andrew clapped Jeremy on the shoulder and steered them toward the door. It felt rather like he was being marched to the gallows. As they passed through the columned entrance, Jeremy balled his fists at his sides.
“You have to relax, Jeremy,” Andrew murmured. “No one is going to come and escort you out. You are here as my guest, and therefore you belong here. Unclench your fists. Drop your shoulders. Remember, every man you meet here is a potential patron. Treat them as such. Be respectful, but be yourself.”
Jeremy nodded, forcing his shoulders down. “All right. Where to first, Cardwell?”
“Let’s start by finding friends.”
After a giving Jeremy a quick tour of the ground floor, Andrew led him up the steps, toward the salon. A number of men had already started to gather at the card tables, and Jeremy stayed as close to Andrew as he possibly could. A large man with a bulbous nose and beady eyes broke away from the rest and started toward the both of them, favouring his left leg.
“Thomas Stanhope,” Andrew whispered. “A member of the Commons and not someone you want to work with.”
“Cardwell!” The man’s voice was thin and raspy, and his gaze darted between Andrew and Jeremy. “Back just in time for the Season, I see. Is your uncle with you?”
Andrew’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Uncle Richard passed a few weeks ago. You sent a letter expressing your condolences.”
Stanhope’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Did I? I…You must forgive me. My mind is not what it once was.”
“Of course.” The words came out clipped. “Stanhope, allow me to introduce my friend, Mr. Jeremy Leighton.”
A flicker of emotion crossed Stanhope’s face, though Jeremy couldn’t place it. Whatever it was made him uncomfortable.
“Leighton…” The man frowned, as though he were trying to piece together a puzzle.
“It’s a pleasure,” Jeremy said, shaking the man’s hand.
“The pleasure is mine.” Stanhope didn’t release his grip. “Tell me, how did you become acquainted with our Cardwell, here?”
The man’s palm was sweaty and Jeremy longed to pull away, but when he tried, Stanhope simply tightened his grip. “My father was friends with Lord Richard Cardwell. I’ve been acquainted with his family since birth.”
The confusion twisted into something like satisfaction, and Stanhope smirked, a gleam in his eye.
“I see. And how—”
Jeremy looked over Stanhope’s shoulder to see a man taller than Andrew walking over. When he looked back at Stanhope, the man’s expression had soured.
“Excuse me. I look forward to seeing you again, Mr. Leighton.”
Stanhope walked away, his expression clouded. Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and the tension visibly eased.
“Perfect timing, Percy,” Andrew said. “I thought I would have to cut Jeremy’s hand off to get him away.”
“You looked like a caged animal.” The man embraced Andrew and then pulled away. “I wondered if you would be here for the Season. We placed bets on whether or not you would turn up. Thaddeus put you down as sitting out.”
Jeremy blinked. How could he be so crass?
“It’s as though he doesn’t know me at all,” Andrew shot back. He turned to Jeremy. “Lord Percival Beaumont, this is Mr. Jeremy Leighton. Percy and I attended Harrow and Oxford together.”
As Beaumont shook his hand, Jeremy could practically feel the man scrutinizing his appearance. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lord,” he said, not quite meeting Beaumont’s gaze.
Beaumont gave him the same easy-going smile he gave Andrew. “Pleasure’s all mine. Please, call me Percy. Andrew, Thaddeus and Oliver are at May’s Buildings. I thought you might want to head over.”
Andrew looked to Jeremy. “What do you think? Would you rather visit the Eccentrics than stay here?”
Given the stuffy crowd and their interactions with Stanhope, Jeremy was more than eager to leave. “Yes. Could we go, please?”
“Lead the way, then, Percy.”
The trio headed back down the stairs and out the door. Rather than hailing a carriage, they set off on foot. The sun had almost completely set, and a slight chill had entered the air, but it wasn’t anything Jeremy’s coat couldn’t protect against. As they walked, Jeremy found himself trailing behind Andrew, with Percy at his side.
“So you went to school with Andrew, then?” Jeremy asked. It was easy to relax around Percy, who treated him with the same warmth he treated Andrew. Stanhope, with his odd behaviour, had had the opposite effect on him.
Percy nodded. “Our families run in the same circles, so of course I knew Andrew, but I didn’t become friends with him until university.” He lowered his voice. “We, ah, share similar interests.”
The meaning was clear. Already, Jeremy was starting to pick up on the cues and the codes. “Of course,” he said.
Part of him wanted to ask whether or not they had been together, but a much larger part didn’t care to know.
“I do believe I’ve stunned you. Forgive me, I’ve said too much.”
“Not at all. I simply…”
“I see.” Percy nodded slowly. He glanced ahead at Andrew before turning back to Jeremy. “I wouldn’t worry, if I were you. What happened between us was years ago, and I found we’re much better suited as friends. Relax.”
“I would have a greater chance at relaxing if everyone stopped encouraging me to do so,” Jeremy retorted.
“My apologies. I meant only that I would like to get to know you better, as a friend of Andrew’s.”
“Gossiping about me, are you?” Andrew’s voice came from up ahead.
“You only wish,” Percy replied. He looped his arm through Jeremy’s. “Tell me about your relationship with Andrew.”
“My father was close friends with Andrew’s uncle, Richard.”
Percy flashed him a smile. “That tells me nothing about you and Andrew.”
“There’s not much to say.” Jeremy licked his lips. “I’m an artist looking for a patron. Andrew saw my work and commissioned me to paint his portrait, and in return he offered to let me come with him to London.”
“And does he give you anything else in return?”
Anger flared in Jeremy’s veins and he let out a harsh breath. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“I mean nothing by it,” Percy said gently. “As I said, I only wish to get to know you better. I know Andrew, and I only want the best for him. For you both. I know how difficult it can be to get close to him.”
“What do you know of his difficulties?”
“As one of his oldest friends, I believe a better question would be what do I not know of his difficulties?” The man regarded him with an air of suspicion before relaxing. “Come to my townhouse tomorrow afternoon. We can discuss the matter further there.”
“And what do I tell Andrew?”
“That he isn’t invited.” Percy laughed, his entire face lighting up. “He’ll hardly like it, but he will recover. Sometimes it is nice to remind him that he cannot control everything and everyone.”

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Author Bio
Alyson Pearce is an American transplant currently living in London, where she works full time in publishing and as an author of M/M romances. She fell in love with romances after discovering her grandmother’s library and hasn’t looked back. As a member of the LGBT community, she believes that everyone deserves their chance at a happily ever after. In her spare time, Alyson enjoys cooking, reading, and shouting at contestants on Chopped. The Viscount and the Artist is her first novel.

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Saturday, 1 October 2016

Morning My Angel - Sue Brown

Author: Sue Brown

Release Date: September 29 2016

Length: 265 pages


Josh Cooper, top US security field agent, is sent on an inter-agency assignment to London, when a partner in his firm goes missing in suspicious circumstances. Used to working in sole charge of his well-honed team, he clashes heads with the handsome, but pompous Cal, his UK co-operator and superior. Josh’s gut tells him something is wrong. He’s being kept out of the loop and Cal’s agenda is running on a different path. 

He also has a personal issue to deal with. He’s involved in a cyber-relationship with “Charlie”, an unknown man who connected with Josh by accident. Their banter has led to deeper respect and a sexual interest, but now Josh is faced with a growing attraction to Cal. Between this conflict and the tension of the mission, Josh’s heart and head are overworked and confused. Things can’t get much worse. 

Then Josh discovers the enemies he’s seeking have a new target: him.

Author Bio

Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn't following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot, and has become an expert at ignoring the orders.

 Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. She had an Aha moment and put pen to paper that same day. Sue may be late to the party, but she's made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.

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Thursday, 22 September 2016

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Series Recap Tour & Giveaway

Guns n' Boys Series 

K.A. Merikan 

Author: KA Merikan

Series Links

Guns n' Boys: He is Poison (Book #1) Amazon US  Amazon UK
Guns n' Boys: He is Mine (Book #2) Amazon US  Amazon UK
Guns n' Boys: Paris (Book #2.1) Amazon US  Amazon UK 
Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book #3) Amazon US  Amazon UK 
Guns n' Boys: Swamp Blood (Book #4) Amazon US  Amazon UK 
Guns n' Boys: Chokehold (Book #5) Amazon US Amazon UK 


‘Guns n’ Boys’ is a twisted, dark erotic romance mixed with a crime thriller. It’s a long, turbulent journey of one couple deeply entrenched in the dealings of their mafia family. Behind the morbid humor and extreme violence hides the intense love affair of Domenico Acerbi, the mafia’s best hitman, and Seth Villani, the Don’s son.

Together, they have to deal with their blooming affection for each other, their family’s homophobia, their own prejudice, lust, jealousy, and violence. In true anti-hero fashion, they do so in most morally ambiguous ways. 

Author Bio

K. A. Merikan is the pen name for Kat and Agnes Merikan, a team of writers, who are taken for sisters with surprising regularity. Kat’s the mean sergeant and survival specialist of the duo, never hesitating to kick Agnes’s ass when she’s slacking off. Her memory works like an easy-access catalogue, which allows her to keep up with both book details and social media. Also works as the emergency GPS. Agnes is the Merikan nitpicker, usually found busy with formatting and research. Her attention tends to be scattered, and despite pushing thirty, she needs to apply makeup to buy alcohol. Self-proclaimed queen of the roads.

They love the weird and wonderful, stepping out of the box, and bending stereotypes both in life and books. When you pick up a Merikan book, there’s one thing you can be sure of – it will be full of surprises.


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Tuesday, 20 September 2016

A Private Hunger
Sean Michael

Genre: Gay paranormal romance

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication:  9/1/2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-37-8

Word Count: 46000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill         

Book Description:

What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon?

Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in.

As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon.

Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?

He grabbed the coffee cups off the table, whistling low and easy. His hips were still sore from last night’s dancing, but it felt good, fine, a sweet burn.
Jennie popped his ass as she walked by. “You’re too cheerful for words, Matt-baby. You get laid last night?”
Matt shook his head, red curls falling into his eyes. “Just dancing, Miss Thing. Just boogying.”
She laughed and headed on, coffee pot held tight in her hand.
Two men came in together, one older, distinguished looking. Like a British butler, really. The other was tall, striking, with hair like a mane, dark gold surrounding a golden face and falling down the man’s back.
They sat at one of his tables.
Fucking hot.
He headed over, two menus in hand, telling his jumpy prick to behave. “Afternoon, guys. I’m Matt. Can I get you some coffee? Tea?”
“What about you?” asked the hot one.
Matt blinked, blushed dark, and then recovered with a grin. Flirting. He could do flirting. “I’m working and not on the menu, sadly enough.”
“I guess I shall have to settle for tea, then. I don’t suppose you have something wild and strong?”
“We’ve got a nice blackberry and black tea.” He craned his neck, looking at the specials board. “And another from South America that people seem to like.”
The man growled, actually growled, looking discontentedly at his companion.
“I would be happy to drive you home and serve you what you want, Master Drakon.”
The growling stopped, the hot guy’s mouth twitching into a half smile. “I am most certain that you would not, Wetthers, though you are right, we have better teas at home.”
“Master Drakon” turned back to him, and Matt realized that one of the man’s eyes was brown, the other blue. “How much are they paying you to serve here?”
“Excuse me?” He blinked again. What an odd man.
The man’s eyes narrowed and he asked the question again, enunciating each word very carefully. Matt noticed he had an accent, just barely there. “I asked you how much are they paying you to work here.”
“I heard you, sir. I was just making sure I heard you right.” Rude asshole. “I make minimum wage plus tips, same as every waiter in this town. Are you always this ill-mannered or am I just really lucky?”
To his surprise, the man laughed, the sound low and rich. “Oh, you are a feisty one. Go tell them you have been employed elsewhere and we will leave for my estate immediately. I shall double your salary and of course room and board shall be included. Wetthers will settle all the pesky details with you and the IRS as necessary.”
Matt looked over at the old guy. “Is he for real? I mean, dude, you need a waiter at home?”
The old man seemed quite unperturbed by the goings on. “Master Drakon has made you an offer, young man. If you wish to accept it, I can assure you that it is ‘for real.’”
“Look, I’m not an idiot or a whore. You come in and tell me to quit my job and come with you without so much as sharing names, or you knowing more than I can walk and read a chalkboard.” He shook his head, fingers moving to his side, his skin burning. “I’m flattered, but no, thank you.”
The hot one—Drakon—growled again and stood. “Well, if you change your mind and decide you want to know about the handprint on your ass, maybe I’ll be willing to see you.” Drakon patted his ass, but not right on, more to the side where his birthmark was. With that, the man walked out.
The man named Wetthers handed Matt a card with a stylized dragon on it and the words Drakon Estates. There was a number beneath it. “If you change your mind. Be very sure before you call.”
“Right. Thanks.” He watched the guy leave and shook his head. “Fucking weird. You see that, Jennie? That dude just propositioned me!”
“Weird.” Jennie shook her head. “Glad he left before your shift was up. I hate waiting on assholes.”
“Yeah.” He nodded and pushed the card into his pocket. Real weird.
Guess he’d have to go dancing tonight to work off the memory.
Whistling, he went back to doing his side work, mind filled with music.

Royal Line
Sean Michael

Genre: Gay shifter romance

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication:  9/1/2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-29-3

Word Count: 17000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill         

Book Description:

Where’s the common ground between a tiger shifter foot soldier and his prince?

Grio has one job—find dormant tiger shifters and introduce them to the world of Saffron Tigers. When he finds Professor Phoenix Lamoure, he discovers that Headquarters got a couple of key points wrong. Phoenix isn’t actually a professor but Saffron Tiger royalty…a member of the lost royal line.

Phoenix didn’t have things easy growing up. His mother spent most of her life in a mental institution, and he spent his formative years in foster care. When a stranger approaches to learn about his family history, he’s wary. When said stranger actually kidnaps him, all bets are off!

Can he ever believe what Grio says? Or will he be forever convinced that he’s as crazy as his mother was?

Excerpt Royal Line :
Grio sat in his SUV, splitting his attention between the students walking across the quad and the file in his hand.
Professor Phoenix Lamoure. Actually, the guy was a TA, not a professor.
He was going to have to ride Danny next time he spoke to the man. It wasn’t often that the office sent out incorrect information, and he made the most of it when they did. Of course he’d rib Danny privately. No need to get him in trouble with the boss. Nigel didn’t have much of a sense of humor.
Phoenix Lamoure was a tiger shifter like himself, even if the man didn’t know it yet. A lot of shifters remained dormant and died never knowing what they really were.
The Saffron Tigers, though, they were nearly extinct, so they didn’t have the luxury of letting their kind discover themselves, or not. Headquarters searched out potential weres and Grio—or Janey or Tuplo—were sent to flush them out.
Grio looked at the file again, examining the black-and-white image closely to make sure he’d recognize Phoenix when he saw the man.
There were only one hundred and nineteen Saffron Tigers left and they needed numbers, needed safety. Needed each other.
Phoenix wasn’t your typical Saffron Tiger. Instead of bulk and broadness, he was slender, the little wire-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose adding an air of fragility or delicateness that Grio imagined was quite false. Knowing it or not, if Phoenix had tiger blood in him, he would be fierce when he had to be.
A small group of students walked by, a shock of unmistakable bright red hair hitting his eyes. Jesus. This one wasn’t just a Saffron. He was descended from the royal line.
How had he missed that? He checked the file again. Grainy black-and-white photo from some old high school yearbook. No wonder. Not only that, the file made no mention that this one was a royal.
Slipping out of the SUV, Grio closed the door silently, then quietly stalked his prey.
The two girls in the group of six headed off toward the parking lot, and he heard, “Nixie? You want to grab a pizza and a beer?”
“I don’t know. I have papers to grade…”
Grio considered his options. He could follow Phoenix to somewhere quiet, or he could “bump into” the man now.
“Come on, man. All you do is work,” wheedled the young man.
Phoenix gave a snort. “If you were Dr. Lee’s TA, you’d work, too.”
Dr. Lee. That was more information than Grio’d had a moment ago. He decided to wing it.
“Excuse me, did you say you were Dr. Lee’s TA?”
“I did, yeah.” Eyes that were pure gold met his, warm behind the wire-rimmed glasses. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, I had a few questions for you. Is there somewhere we could go and talk?” Grio gave Phoenix his best and most earnest smile.

The Moon
Sean Michael

Genre: Gay shifter romance

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication:  9/1/2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-30-9

Word Count: 18000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill      
Book Description:

The first full moon is always the hardest.

Danny McMann has been busy on pack business for weeks and just wants to spend the upcoming full moon deep in the woods with his pack—running, hunting, napping and generally goofing off. The last thing he wants to hear is that they’ve got another man on their hands who’s been bitten and about to turn with the arrival of the full moon.

Hammond Argyle was bitten by his assailant in a bar fight a few weeks ago. He’s been in a foul mood ever since and it’s only getting worse. As is the way his skin itches and feels like it doesn’t fit him anymore. When someone starts lurking round, following him, it’s about all he can take.

Will Danny be able to help Hammond through his first change and beyond?

Excerpt The Moon:

Hamm was going out of his fucking mind. He was itchy, like all over, scratch his skin right off to make it better itchy. Speaking of skin, his didn’t fit right, either. And it was getting worse. It was getting so he was going to take someone’s head off soon, just for talking to him. Not only that, now some asshole was following him.
Growling—literally fucking growling—he cut through the park. The form that had been following him for hours, staying far enough back that Hamm couldn’t focus on him, moved with him. And when he stopped it disappeared entirely, so he couldn’t even go confront the guy.
Between that and the not feeling right in his skin, he was on the very edge of doing something desperate. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but it was going to happen soon.
He scratched his shoulder. He’d been bitten—fucking bitten!—during a fight. This dude had attacked him and he held his own, even though the guy was viciously strong. He hadn’t even done anything to provoke the attack, goddamn it. It was weeks ago, but he’d been on edge since then. And the goddamn bite was still aching like it was festering, even though it looked well enough healed when he checked it in the mirror.
If Hamm went by how his luck had been going lately, the guy following him was the same guy who’d bitten him, coming back for more. Just what he fucking needed. Goddamn.
He was almost through the park when he stopped and turned abruptly, ready to run and confront his stalker, hoping the element of surprise would keep the guy from disappearing into the shadows this time. And he’d be goddamned if it didn’t work.
The guy—because it was a lean guy with a shock of dark auburn hair—was right there, bright gold eyes shining at him.
“You better have a fucking good reason for being on my ass.” He snarled out the words, not willing to take any guff, even though the guy was hot. And where had that thought come from? He was itchy and out of sorts, goddamn it, not looking to flirt, or even admire silently.
“I came to help.” The words were low, oddly calming.
“What?” He took a step back, startled by the answer and by the way it the man’s voice seemed to diffuse some of his anger.
“I came to help. You’re itching. I can help.”
Who was this impertinent kid?
“How do you know that?” he demanded. He hadn’t told a soul what had happened or how he was feeling.
“I can smell it on you.” How did this lean little thing not seem scared of him at all?
“Are you saying I smell?” He wasn’t sure if that made him more annoyed or not.
“Everyone smells.”
“Then why the fuck would you— You know what? Forget it. Just stop, okay?” He didn’t need this. “I don’t fucking know you from Adam, so get off my ass.”
“I’m Daniel. Daniel McMann.” One hand was held out, the confidence pouring off the man.
He answered automatically, even though he’d had no intention at all of giving this Daniel who’d been following him all day long his name. “Hammond Argyle.” And since when did he lose control of situations? Ever since he’d been fucking bitten, that’s when.
Daniel smiled at him. “That is a fabulous name, my fellow Scot.”
Hamm actually chuckled. That was not the reaction he usually got. “Thanks.”
He finally, begrudgingly, took Daniel’s hand, electricity slamming through him at the contact. He yanked his hand back, starring. “What the fuck? Did you feel that?”
Daniel nodded, blinked as if dazed, as if this had finally fazed the little fucker. “That’s never happened before.”
Surprisingly, that actually made Hamm feel better. “Shake a lot of strangers’ hands, do you?”
“Well, sure. But you’re not a stranger. You’re just a mate I haven’t met yet.”
Okay, so this guy was a little out there. His best course of action was probably to extricate himself from Daniel’s company as painlessly as possible. Instead, Hamm found himself saying, “Sure. Sure. So why were you following me?”
“I told you. I came to help. You were bitten. It’s my job to help with it.” Daniel said it as if that explained everything.
“Are you a cop? Do you guys have a…a lead?” Could the cops be looking into something he hadn’t actually reported? Maybe someone at the bar had phoned in an anonymous tip or something.
“I’m a… Well, I’m like a guidance counselor in the loosest sense of the word.”
Hamm stared at the guy. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” There were words and they seemed to be forming sentences, but Hamm couldn’t figure out what Daniel was trying to tell him.
“I know. Come have a drink with me?”
“I…” Hamm hesitated, still not convinced this guy wasn’t a nutjob. On the other hand, he felt better than he had in days, and that had started when he’d confronted Daniel. Coincidence, right? Still… “Okay.”
“Cool. Where’s good? I could use a snack, too.” This dude was bouncy as hell.
“There’s a pub on the corner of the park.” Close enough to home, too, but Danny-boy didn’t need to know that.
“Sounds perfect. I’m ravenous. Nice park.”
“It’s…a park.” Hamm started toward the Flying Pig.
“Nice mowed grass. I live in the woods.”
Hamm looked around. There was indeed lots of mowed grass, but also some trees that a couple of paths meandered through. He shrugged again and grinned. “It’s a park.”
“Yep.” There was a knowing, weirdly odd grin on the kid’s face.
This guy was going to drive him crazy. Hamm could tell. He growled deep in his chest, like a warning or something, but the kid just bounced along.
Hamm shook his head. When he was feeling better, he’d show Danny who was boss. Whoa. When he was feeling better, Danny was going to be in his rear view mirror, right? Right. Hamm was not into long-haired twinks.
Feeling more himself than he’d felt in long time, he held the door to the Pig open for Danny.
Danny shot him a smile. “Thank you.”
He swore, and for a second he thought he saw a tail wagging on the end of Danny’s ass. Shaking his head to clear it, Hamm nodded to Wilson behind the bar and pointed out a booth at the back of the place to Danny.
“Perfect!” God, this guy really was a nut.

About the Author:

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used bookstores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

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