Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Book Blast: Prevailing Winds by Laura Harner



Book Name: Prevailing Winds

Author Name: Laura Harner

Author Bio:

Raised in California, Laura likes it hot, which explains why she ended up in Arizona via such diverse places as Japan, Maine, and Florida, and many more places in between. After retiring from the US Navy, she found a niche working for land management agencies, including the National Park Service and the Bureau of Land Management. Though she has held many jobs around the world, her favorite was working and living in Grand Canyon National Park. Working (and eating) in New Orleans was a close second. You will find many of her books are set against the rich backdrops provided by coastal Louisiana and northern Arizona.
When asked how she started writing, Laura tells of waking on Boxing Day a few years ago, with a woman named Elena MacFarland yammering in her dreams, demanding her story be told. Despite never attempting to write fiction before that morning, Laura ignored all of the holiday visitors and the Highland Destiny series was born. She doesn’t believe it was a coincidence that the great grandmother who died when Laura was just a baby was named Elena MacFarland. Destiny does play a hand.
Laura became a full-time writer in 2012, and now she spends her time writing, watching her Arizona Diamondbacks, and working on her very own version of the Willow Springs Ranch in northwestern Arizona. She is a multi-published author of erotic romance, mystery, and urban fantasy and her books can be found at all major online retailers.”

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Cover Artist: Laura Harner

Publisher: Hot Corner Press




Blurb(s):

Two years ago, Jamie Mainwaring and Remy Remington had nothing in common except missing boys and a blazing hot mutual distraction. When the case was over, so were they. Although they went their separate ways, life—and death—keep the men connected.

After another deadly tragedy touches both their lives, the men say what they believe must be their final goodbyes—only to have their worlds collide once again. This time they end up in Las Vegas, one man for work, the other to try to mend a very personal pain.

Although Jamie and Remy once excelled at mixing business with pleasure—this time, the stakes are much higher—they’ve got forever on the line. When they discover Jamie’s case has an unexpected connection to Remy’s son, they must put everything aside to find Toby before the young man makes a decision that will change all of their lives. One thing is positive, time is running out.



Excerpt:
“I don’t know if I can do this, cowboy,” Jamie whispered. Even while his heart was busy trying to put on the brakes, his traitorous hands slid to Remy’s waist. He leaned up to steal another kiss. The slide of slick tongue, the wet heat, familiar taste all insistently telegraphed the same message. This is right.

Jamie arched toward Remy, tugging at his shirt, sliding hands along the hot flesh, pulling him closer. Returning the kiss, Remy made a noise halfway between a groan and a growl, then took a commanding control, forcing his head back, their tongues dancing in an addicting blend of white-hot urgency.

Just like the first time they’d kissed, the effect of Remington’s kiss was like no other. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was an assault on his senses that left his head spinning and his lungs desperate for oxygen. Even his toes tingled. Intense. Passionate. Perfect. They fit together in a way he’d never been able to duplicate with any other man. Yin and Yang. Black and Tan. Fish and Chips. Breaking their kiss, Jamie nearly snorted with laughter.

Immediately, Remy dropped his hands to his sides and took a giant step backward. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I didn’t mean to—” His eyes were heavy, the lush lips swollen from their kisses, the dress shirt untucked and rumpled. Jamie wanted to finish undressing him, to use his mouth to ravish that beautiful body.

Trying to focus, Jamie said, “No—it’s not that. I was thinking—”

“Always dangerous with you,” Remy interrupted.
Jamie laughed again. “Too true. I was thinking about how perfectly our kisses seem to fit together. The things you do to me are like no one else…then I lost the thread.” He repeated his thoughts.

“Like fish and chips? Seriously?” Now Remy was laughing, too. “How do I go from being your best kiss to being compared to a piece of cod?”

Jamie shook his head. “I don’t know. Nerves, maybe?”

Remy nodded. “I’ll go back to my room.”

“No,” Jamie practically shouted. Remy tilted his head and blinked. The man probably thought him mad. Maybe he was.

“Jamie, help me out here. What can’t you do? How can I help?” Remy took Jamie’s hand and started to lead him toward the couch. Jamie tugged him to the bedroom instead.

“I don’t want you to leave, Remy. Really, I don’t. Let’s go to bed.”

“Jamie, you don’t have to do this. In fact—shit, I can’t believe I’m saying this—but I’d rather we not do anything if you’re not sure.”

“That’s just the trouble, Remy. I’m sure I want this.” He used two fingers to point back and forth between them. “What I’m afraid of is what happens afterward. I’m not sure I can…survive watching you walk away again. And God, I’m so sorry. I know it’s way too soon for both of us—too soon after Miggy—too soon for this to be something you can commit to. That’s what scares me.”

Remy pulled Jamie so they both sat on the edge of the bed. Their hips touched, but Remy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the position he always assumed when he needed a bit of self-protection. “I get that. I’m scared, too, you know. It nearly killed me to watch you walk away in Phoenix. And you’re right, it’s too early to search out Elvis and put on wedding bands. But Jamie, I don’t think it’s too soon to say we can try.”

Jamie’s stomach twisted, and his heart thudded erratically. Remy turned his head, and gave him a half smile. “Miggy…his death was ugly, beyond senseless. It was a fucking bomb, set two years ago by that asshole Cortez. And we never knew. We all went about living our lives—never once considering we were running out of time. All of us, Jamie—not just Migs. But here’s the thing…I don’t regret the journey, even if I hate the ending. But I have to wonder, what other time bombs are waiting for us? What regrets would we have if one of us died tomorrow?”

The words released the binds around his heart. As if someone opened the starting gate, Jamie surged forward, knocking Remy back onto the bed with an oomph. Like the crazed man he was beginning to suspect he was, he fumbled until he managed to get Remy’s shirt and slacks open. He was making splendid progress until he was distracted by the warmth of the big hands that slipped under his shirt and the roll of Remy’s hips. Even through their remaining clothes, hard length pressed against hard length.

“Jamie,” Remy said his name like some sort of incantation, weaving a spell with his voice. Jamie cried out when he was flipped over, his back landing on the mattress with a thud, and he was pinned by the weight of Remy’s body. His mouth was plundered as Remy tasted and pulled back before tasting again. So much like their first time. 

Breaking their kiss, Remy rose to his knees and tugged his shirt over his head, then stood and gave Jamie a long look. Jamie remembered the taste of those finely pebbled brown nubs, the scrape of the coarse brown chest hair, the heat of the golden skin. Still Remy waited, thumbs hooked inside his waistband, the zipper unfastened, more than a hint of cock showing, since he’d obviously gone commando. Jamie licked his lips and glanced up to meet Remy’s heavy look. Only then did Remy finally let his slacks drop to the floor. Jamie unfastened his own pants, but Remy pushed his hands aside and finished undressing him, adding his clothes to the growing pile. Then they were pressed naked together and Remy’s mouth found his once more.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

Jamie smiled. “Remy,” he mumbled against the warm lips that branded him as claimed. “Remy. Remy.”

“Fuck, Jamie. I love the way you say my name,” Remy whispered.

Tour Dates: 8/6/14



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Guest Post: Kate Pavelle on Breakfall with GiveAway and Excerpt


Smoocher’s Voice is happy to welcome Kate Pavelle to the blog today. Kate Pavelle’s new book, Breakfall is available on Dreamspinner Press. It is the first book in the Fall Trilogy.

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Back in the early 1980s, I decided to spend my babysitting money on a YMCA martial arts class. I wanted to take karate because one of the karate guys was from our school, and he was incredibly handsome: Serious, long hair tied back with a bandanna, broad shoulders. Aikido cost ten bucks less though, and my ex-boxer father steered me in the direction of an art “more suitable for a woman.”

I had studied aikido for eight years, and during my tenure as both a student and an instructor, I’d soaked it all up without asking many questions. This attitude of pure faith – in an almost a cult-like atmosphere – inspired me to write Sean as a bit naïve. Both he and I had been drinking the KoolAid from the same punch bowl.

Back then, sensei Shuji Maruyama made fun of karate people. He’s a good instructor and a good man, but for some reason he had this “us against them” attitude back then (I’m told he no longer does it as much), and the rest of us copied him in our quest for higher knowledge.
Aikido is superior, because we stand on a higher moral ground.
Aikido is more virtuous, because it teaches only self-defense.
Aikido teaches better daily life skills, because it promotes relaxation.
I had been under a mistaken impression that, as long as I maintain the higher moral ground of non-violence, I shall always emerge victorious.

Being attacked in my sleep had led to a rude awakening on many levels. My fairly advanced aikido training didn’t teach any groundwork. We defended from a standing position, or from sitting seiza on our knees. I was way out of my depth. This realization made me feel mortal and flawed – and embarrassed at my own arrogance.

Sean suffers from a similar affliction, but to make life a bit more interesting, he has a crush on his teacher. His teacher, just like my old one, doesn’t like “hybridization.” He likes his aikido pure. The reason is simple: in today’s world of mixed martial arts and the Ultimate Fighting Championship, we are stewards of the traditional forms and styles. We learn them and pass them on, lest they disappear entirely.

Sean’s teacher understands this in a way only a fictional character can. He lends Sean all his support in a difficult situation, and he admits to his own experimentations in other arts.

Nowadays, this attitude of “ours is better than yours” isn’t as bad as it used to be. We martial artists pull together despite petty rivalries, because we are losing students. Young people, who would have ended up at the dojo 20 or 30 years ago, find their outlet in high-adrenaline sports. Even I have been lured into the world of triathlon – and every minute I spend swimming, biking, or running is a minute is time I take away from working on a kata or a sword cut.

Asbjorn forms a necessary foil to Sean. A survey of men, both gay and straight, leads me to believe that most men are pretty darn violent, but they learn to control their tendencies early in life. I was one of very few women who fought in medieval armor for almost 20 years, and the guys around me all embodied alpha behavior. This co-ed outlet had no weight classes, and I got all kinds of experience dealing with larger opponents.

An alpha guy can be both violent and protective. Many are. Their violence is on a tight leash – we have societal mechanism to enforce good behavior, after all. Being an “alpha” also means feeling responsibility for the well-being of others. This had made Asbjorn a good officer, and it makes him a protective partner and friend.

This quality is also why it’s so very hard to stay behind and just watch the unraveling of the events from the sidelines. Asbjorn is a good man, a real man. He might have a few rough edges here and there, but he’ll always step up to do the right thing and protect those he loves.
      

Stay tuned for his way of dealing with adversity in Book 2, Swordfall.



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Breakfall

by Kate Pavelle


The Fall #1


Publication Date: June 27, 2014


Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, LGBT, Romance



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Synopsis: Fall Trilogy: Book One

Sexual assault doesn't discriminate. Aikido instructor Sean Gallaway learns that when he falls prey to a violent stalker. Asbjorn Lund, a karate sensei on campus and a Navy vet, yearns to teach Sean how to survive. How to overcome. How to recover. Sean feels hunted and alone as the stalker escalates, testing his boundaries. With the entire dojo at his back, Sean resolves to play bait. He will catch the predator stalking him and reclaim his sense of self if it's the last thing he does. Yet Sean's hunger for justice clashes with Asbjorn's protective streak, and their budding romance might not survive their war of wills.

About the Author
Kate Pavelle



Just about everything Kate Pavelle writes is colored by her life experiences, whether the book in your hand is romance, mystery, or adventure. Kate grew up under a totalitarian regime behind the Iron Curtain. In her life, she has been a hungry refugee and a hopeful immigrant, a crime victim and a force of lawful vengeance, a humble employee and a business owner, an unemployed free-lancer and a corporate executive, a scientist and an artist, a storyteller volunteering for her local storytelling guild, a martial artist, and a triathlete. Kate’s frequent travels imbue her stories with local color from places both exotic and mundane.
Kate Pavelle is encouraged in her writing by her husband, children and pets, and tries not to kill her extensive garden in her free time. Out of the five and a half languages she speaks, English is her favorite comfort zone.



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Excerpt:


THE QUALITY of silence around him awakened him. Sean strained his ears in vain for familiar sounds. The car traffic of Cambridge was replaced by the gray, early morning stillness of nearby woods. There was no sound of a clock ticking, no popping of ancient radiators, no footsteps of fellow students overhead. The silence was like a blanket of cool, morning fog, comforting and private.


He turned toward the source of breathing to his right. This was Sean’s first-ever opportunity to observe Asbjorn at leisure. His eyes, deep like the ocean blue, were closed, their pale eyelashes stretching down in a graceful arc. It amused Sean to find faded, sun-kissed freckles on Asbjorn’s nose and cheekbones—a testament to his heritage as well as to his lifestyle. The scar splitting his right eyebrow was still angry and red, a reminder of his bout with Don, a fight without a victor. Sean let his gaze travel down the chiseled planes of Asbjorn’s exquisite, sharp cheekbones, his lovely and defined jaw blurred by morning stubble, his stubborn chin. Above his chin, his lips: lush and generous and tinged pink with promise.



Sean leaned forward, sharing his breath with Asbjorn, feeling the stirrings of air on his nose. He brushed his lips against the stubbly jaw with a soft caress.



Asbjorn opened his pale lids. “What time is it, Sean?”



“I dunno. Early.” Sean reached for his cell phone, only to realize it was still in police custody.



“What day is it?” The pressure-cooker of recent events had left him disoriented.



“Uh, Thursday. Thanksgiving.” Asbjorn’s voice was still clogged with sleep.



“Shit.” Sean hit his head back against the pillow. The lab. He never handed in his stupid physics lab report.



Asbjorn reached for him with his large hands. “Shh. Don’t worry about anything right now.” Asbjorn’s voice soothed him. The strength of Asbjorn’s arms filled him with strange awareness as he was pulled in closer. The warmth was comforting, and he did not resist. He felt a cool nose nuzzle his neck.



“Bjorn!”



“Hmmm?”



“You’re not helping.”



“Not helping what?”



Sean blushed. “My morning situation.”



Sharp teeth worried the tan skin of his shoulder. Soon, a warm, wet tongue laved the nibbled skin smooth again. He felt sensuous lips taste of his arm and neck, and Sean felt himself arch. His morning wood was now a fearsome force of nature.



He felt Asbjorn press into his lower back, feeling his heat and the smooth hardness trapped between their bodies.



“Good to know I’m not alone in my predicament.”



Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Book Blast: Shira Anthony's Blue Notes 2nd Edition








Book Name: Blue Notes, 2nd Edition

Author Name: Shira Anthony

Author Bio:

In her last incarnation, Shira was a professional opera singer, performing roles in such operas as “Tosca,” “i Pagliacci,” and “La Traviata,” among others. She’s given up TV for evenings spent with her laptop, and she never goes anywhere without a pile of unread M/M romance on her Kindle.
Shira is married with two children and two insane dogs, and when she’s not writing she is usually in a courtroom trying to make the world safer for children. When she’s not working, she can be found aboard a 36’ catamaran at the Carolina coast with her favorite sexy captain at the wheel.

Author Contact:
Twitter: @WriterShira

Cover Artist: Anne Cain

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press







Excerpt: 



“My name’s Jules. Jules Bardon.”
“Jason Greene.”
“Enchanté.” Jules took Jason’s hand across the table. The gesture was far too friendly. Flirtatious. Jason pulled his hand away and raised an eyebrow. Jules appeared unfazed. “Here on business?”
“No.”
“Pleasure, then?”
“No.”
Jules laughed—a soft, almost girlish laugh. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” He fixed his gaze on Jason.
“No,” lied Jason, finding Jules’s gaze a bit too intense.
“I could make this a pleasure visit for you.” Jules absentmindedly traced a long finger across his own lips.
“I don’t bat for that team.” Jason borrowed the American expression wholesale as his French failed him at last. It was not the first time he’d spoken the words, although it was the first time he’d spoken them in French. They were also not entirely true; it was simply that the right opportunity had never presented itself.
Jules looked at him for a moment, clearly uncomprehending, then laughed again.
“What’s so funny?” Jason demanded, noting a hint of licorice on the air as his companion replaced his drink on the table.
“Oh,” Jules said, “I understand.” He laughed again. “Sorry. I’ve just never heard it put that way before. At first I thought you were asking me about baseball.” He took a swig of his drink and shrugged. “Too bad. You looked like you could use a good—”
“Jules!”
“I have to go.” Jules sighed and appeared disappointed. “Time for the next set. It was nice to meet you, Jason.” He tripped over the name, and it came out sounding something like “Jah-sohn.” Jason chuckled in spite of himself, reminded of the various ways in which his name had been mangled by French speakers through the years. Jules sucked down the rest of his drink in one swallow and stood up. “If you change your mind…,” he began, but the drummer grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back toward the stage.
Not likely, kid. Jason chuckled again. He had enough shit to deal with.

Tour Dates: 8/5/14



Friday, August 1, 2014

Author Interview by Jodi: Home the Hard Way by ZA Maxfield with GiveAway








Hi, Z.A. Maxfield coming at you from lovely sunny southern California where I’m blogging about my latest release, Home The Hard Way. You’re going to want to follow along the whole blog tour, Here.



Here are some Smoocher’s Voice interview questions. Away we go!




Jodi:     Thank you for taking the time to answer some questions for our readers. Tell us a little about yourself.

Z.A.:     My blog pretty much says it all, I’m a native Californian, a wife, a mother. What my blog doesn’t say is I’m addicted to romance novels and m/m is like crack for me. I think I started out just writing so I could afford books!

Jodi:     What made you choose to writer in the male/male romance genre for your stories?

Z.A.:     Male/male, male/female, female/female, ménage…They’re all simply love stories to me. Who loves whom and why is always part of a larger story which includes characters and events, both inside and outside their control, and so I don’t really differentiate. I started writing m/m because those were the stories I had in my heart at that time. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have other stories to tell. One never knows!

Jodi:     Are your characters complete fiction, or are they modeled after real people?

Z.A.:     I think we all write from our experience. What we know goes on the page. Scene settings, events we’ve experienced and our knowledge of human nature play out in stories, but I don’t think I model characters after real people. (Unless they tormented my daughter in middle school…)

Jodi:     Who are some of your favorite authors?

Z.A.:     I love Joan Didion and Lillian Hellman. I have such author crushes on both those women. Their words fueled all of my writerly dreams. Not that I will ever achieve that level, but I figured I ought to have to have a star to steer by…

Jodi:     When you start a book, do you already have the whole story in your head or is it built progressively?

Z.A.:     I guess it depends on the book. I start out with an idea, but that evolves. Rarely is my first instinct correct. In a sense, I aim for the target and adjust on the way. 

Jodi:     When and why did you begin writing?

Z.A.:     I started writing in fifth grade. I was Mooney-eyed and intense. Hopelessly in love with the lead singer of a boy band. I figured if reality wasn’t cutting it, I’d just live in the cave of my imagination. I probably still live there to some extent today.


Jodi:     Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Z.A.:     I think that most authors, when they start out, have no concept how much marketing is involved in writing. I mean, for some reason, I pictured a life spent staring contemplatively at the sea when I wasn’t actively writing. And…. NOPE. That is not my life. Between social media and conferences and blogging and newsletters—simply pressing the electronic flesh and helping other writers do the same—wow! Who knew there would be so much to do?

Jodi:     What’s the most difficult part of writing your books?

Z.A.:     Almost all authors talk about the saggy middle of a piece. We normally have a terrific idea to start with and we know how we want something to end, but sometimes it’s hard to go from point A to point Z!

Jodi:     Which of your books was the most difficult to write?

Z.A.:     I’d have to put Home The Hard Way right up on the top because I must have dusted that off, started over and then put it back in a drawer ten times. But mysteries require more planning and more thinking, even if they’re less a mystery and more romantic suspense, and I had to make sure I was doing the fetish aspects of their relationship justice. Thank god for wonderful editors like Sarah Frantz. She pulled me off the ledge a couple times.

Jodi:     Which of your books was the most fun to write?

Z.A.:     Drawn Together is still my absolute favorite because Yamane wrote himself.


Jodi:     Do you have any advice for other writers?

Z.A.:     Oh, my gosh! Lucky you! There’s never been a better time to be a writer. The Internet is full of information you’d have had to spend a lifetime gathering and cataloging and there are independent presses popping up like crazy. Agents, while delightful, and old school profit algorithms that have kept niche writers from achieving their dreams of publishing longer dominate the landscape. If you write in a niche that only three people care about, you can get your book into the hands of those three people and maybe they’ll tell their friends.

My advice is this: write like no one will ever read the book but you! Write to please yourself. Write to delight yourself. Write one book and then before you even type the end, write a second and a third. Study your craft wherever you can afford to. Read everything you can by writers you admire.

Go forth and be joyful, for there’s room for everyone.

Jodi:     What do you like to read?

Z.A.:     While I’d love to say that I only read Booker Prize winning novels and the classics, I am a romantic fool, and most always choose books with love stories in them.


Jodi:     What is for you the perfect book hero?

Z.A.:     I like damaged heroes. I like flawed men, and men who have the opportunity to reverse their course and win, but choose not to, for whetever reason. I like Tragic Heroes. The weird thing is, since I love romance, I always want to see them redeemed. Maybe that’s really why I write. I want to take my tragic heroes and tell their stories with a happy ending!

Jodi:     What is your inspiration for your most recent book?

Z.A.:     The inspiration for my NEXT book with Riptide is Lori Witt’s idea about a small Northwestern town that becomes a tourist attraction because of a televisions show (about Werewolves) being filmed there. Actors. Car mechanics. Crackpot inventors… Who could resist?

Jodi:     If readers have not read any of your books, where is a good place to begin?

Z.A.:     People usually either start with Crossing Borders, which has been called an m/m gateway drug, or the St. Nacho’s series.

Do you have any questions I haven’t answered? Leave me a comment below for a chance to win an ebook from my backlist AND you can also…

Enter the Giveaway!



Here’s the blurb for Home the Hard Way:
Dare Buckley has come home—or at least, he’s come back to Palladian, the small town he left as a teenager. After a major lapse in judgment forced him to resign from the Seattle PD, Palladian is the only place that’ll hire him. There’s one benefit to hitting rock bottom, though: the chance to investigate the mystery of his father’s suicide.
Dare also gets to reacquaint himself with Finn Fowler, whose childhood hero worship ended in uncomfortable silence when Dare moved away. But Finn isn’t the same little kid Dare once protected. He’s grown into an attractive, enigmatic stranger who neither wants nor needs what Dare has to offer.
In fact, Dare soon realizes that Finn’s keeping secrets—his own and the town’s. And he doesn’t seem to care that Dare needs answers. The atmosphere in Palladian, like its namesake river, appears placid, but dark currents churn underneath. When danger closes in, Dare must pit his ingenuity against his heart, and find his way home the hard way.
Read more about Home The Hard Way: HERE



About the Author – Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back.  Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.
If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

Readers can visit ZAM at her website, Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr





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