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THIRST PAPERBACK GIVEAWAY!

I have two shiny copies of the paperback version of Thirst to give away. I'll even sign it if you like. All you have to do is leave me a comment telling me both your favourite vampire and favourite vampire movie. And don't forget to leave me your email address!

Winners will be pulled out of the hat by my as ever glamorous assistant on Sunday :)  

Good Luck!

Blurb:

2nd Edition (re-written and re-edited)

A dark killer haunts the streets of Los Angeles, stalking unwilling victims and draining their blood. When the evidence runs dry, Detective Max Bowman quenches his thirst at his local bar hoping for inspiration. Instead, he’s robbed and left for dead in the alley. Waking up in the warm bed of horror novelist Carter Gray was the last thing he expected, but it may be the lead he needs. For Carter hides a dangerous secret behind his life as a bestselling author and it might be the answer, no matter how unbelievable, Max has been looking for. 

But as they search for the killer, Max begins to wonder if he’s being led in circles by a mastermind of plot twists and deception.

Excerpt:

PAIN, LOTS of pain. Max tried to force his eyes open, but only one would comply; the other already swollen shut from the impact of a closed fist. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying in the alley behind the bar. He dimly remembered a tall blond man with piercing blue eyes who’d introduced himself as Tony, or it might have been Tommy, buying him a beer, followed by way too many shots—he’d stopped counting after the fourth. He remembered laughing and joking with him, flirting and being flirted with in return. Nothing seemed out of place. Nothing, that was, until the man suggested they go somewhere quieter. Instead of heading into the brightly lit street, Max had found himself being jostled from both sides into the alley behind the bar. The blond had held him on his left, and from nowhere, a dark-haired man had grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind him to hold him steady.Too late, Max had realized everything was out of place, as the blond man stood in front of him and his fist connected with Max’s face, his knee with Max’s groin. The two of them had punched and kicked him, and all he could do was curl in on himself on the ground and hope he could minimize the damage. He hadn’t wanted to think too much about the sharp snap he’d heard when a hard boot connected with his ribs, or the meaty sounds of flesh upon flesh. Max had been assaulted by a wave of dizziness and he’d felt darkness reach out to engulf him in its warm embrace, but he’d mentally shaken his head and stubbornly refused to let it claim him. He’d felt hands grabbing at his keys and his wallet, and then more pain as a boot connected with the muscle in the left cheek of his ass. His head had been pulled back by a vicious hand twisting in his chestnut-colored hair; he’d locked his glassy brown gaze onto piercing blue as the word “fag” was spat at him and his head was slammed back down on the dirt. Max listened to their retreating footsteps and tried to lift his head, but the pain in his side caused him to cry out at the movement. He coughed and cringed as he saw dark splatters of blood hit the ground. Wiping the back of a shaky hand across his lips, he stared at the stain of red on his skin. He stumbled to his knees, trying to use the wall beside him to pull himself up. His legs buckled, and he crashed back to the ground. A deep groan was wrenched from him as he fell. Suddenly, he felt two strong arms, one around his shoulders and one under his knees, lifting him as if he weighed no more than a small child. His head lolled to the side, coming to rest on a firm shoulder, and he had a glimpse of jade green eyes looking down into his as the dark claimed him. 
  
CARTER PULLED open the door of his black 1968 Ford Mustang, eased his ward carefully into shotgun, and slowly reclined the seat to make the position more comfortable. Taking off his heavy woolen coat, he rolled it and slipped it behind the semiconscious man to prop up his head. He gazed down at the battered face he had been watching all night from his dark corner of the bar, aware how beautiful it was underneath the swelling and bruising. The man’s name was Max; that much he knew because he had heard him introduce himself to his assailant. He frowned, furious with himself that he had realized too late the plans the blond and his accomplice had for the young man. If he hadn’t been distracted, if he hadn’t been so thirsty…. 


Carter slid behind the wheel, and the muted glow of the dome light extinguished when he closed the door. A small smile lifted his lips as he headed his car toward home. The two men who had robbed and beaten Max and left him for dead had already paid for what they’d done. Glancing into his rearview mirror, he parted his lips and ran his tongue down his elongated incisors. They wouldn’t be hurting anyone ever again, and he wasn’t thirsty anymore. 

AUDIOBOOK WINNERS!

The winners of the I Can See For Miles audiobook giveaway are......

Kathleen C

and

Ardent Ereader

Congratulations - I hope you enjoy!

RELEASE DAY - THIRST!

BLURB:

2nd Edition 

A dark killer haunts the streets of Los Angeles, stalking unwilling victims and draining their blood. When the evidence runs dry, Detective Max Bowman quenches his thirst at his local bar hoping for inspiration. Instead, he’s robbed and left for dead in the alley. Waking up in the warm bed of horror novelist Carter Gray was the last thing he expected, but it may be the lead he needs. For Carter hides a dangerous secret behind his life as a bestselling author and it might be the answer, no matter how unbelievable, Max has been looking for. 

But as they search for the killer, Max begins to wonder if he’s being led in circles by a mastermind of plot twists and deception.




Available now from AMAZON

Audiobook giveaway! I can See for Miles!

I have two copies of this audiobook to giveaway!

All you have to do is leave a comment and your email :) Winner will be picked at random on Saturday. Good luck!

After a kayaking accident took Josh Donald’s sight, he’s faced with learning to negotiate the world as a blind man. In short order, his boyfriend leaves him behind, making it clear he’s not inclined to deal with special needs. Reeling from the blow, Josh flounders. In an attempt to help, Josh’s friends take him to a camp for the blind, where he falls for the camp organizer, Charlie Cooper. 
Charlie seems to feel the attraction too, but when a horse named Dottie pushes them into a hot first kiss, Charlie resists. He believes he’s damaged goods, not boyfriend material. 
Since the accident, Josh has faced tough obstacles, but the most challenging hurdle of all may be getting Charlie to open up and take a chance on love.
It is available to buy here....
ITUNES  AUDIBLE.COM   AMAZON

GUEST AUTHOR - SUE BROWN!!!

Today, Sue Brown talks about her new release through Love Lane Books, The Last Wolf (Sapphire Ranch Wolves - #1), and the people watching she does in her spare time....
I spend an awful lot of time staring at guys around where I live. I know that sounds creepy but I have seen some men who would be perfect for my covers – if only I was brave enough to ask.
There was the bloke who could have been a lion shifter. He had a tousled mop of reddish hair which glinted in the morning light. I nearly crashed my car staring at him. He would have made a great model. Today there was a man who just called out to be Eli in The Hidden Wolf. You’ll meet him in book one.
The most frustrating “I really want to use you but I’ve heard you’re a homophobe” moment was a young (late twenties) silver fox. I couldn’t find a stock photo and he would have been perfect. SIt’s not that I don’t love my covers. It’s just that I see these guys near where I live and they are the ones that tickle the plot bunnies.

Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to ask a total stranger if they’d be on the cover of an M/M Romance. Maybe….
Blurb:
The only good predator is a dead one, as far as Joe Lowther is concerned.

That is until the day he shoots a wolf, only to watch the animal turn into a naked Callum Pope. Cal is being hunted by a group of humans who eradicate shifter packs for sport. 

Joe makes a decision to help Cal and discovers a deeper connection with the young shifter. One which he’d like to explore. If they live that long.
Excerpt:
Two hours gone and his back, still sore from the hospital visit, was aching even more. He was rubbing his lower back in a futile gesture and contemplating seeking his bed when his attention was caught by the whisper of movement in the far corner of the yard. Without hesitation, he aimed and fired. The animal hit the ground with a startlingly human cry. Worried that he’d shot a person instead of a wolf, Joe approached cautiously, keeping the gun trained on it, intending to dispatch the creature if it wasn’t dead. To his shock, the animal, definitely a wolf, rolled over to look at him, its eyes glowing in the half-light. The almost human expression of fear and pain in the wolf’s eyes made him uncomfortable, but it had to be done. If it came back once, it would come back again, and Joe couldn’t have it hunting the livestock. The wolf wriggled, futilely trying to get away from the gun.Joe took aim. “It’ll be all over soon, bud.” Before he could pull the trigger again, Joe heard a metallic clink. He paused, unable to place the sound, then he took aim again, only to be confronted by a naked man on the ground and no sign of the wolf.
BUY LINKS: You can get your copy of The Last Wolf from the following:-
LOVE LANE BOOKS  AMAZON  ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS  
And you can find SUE BROWN here....
FACEBOOK  TWITTER  BLOG  PINTEREST  GOODREADS
And you can contact her here....
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I NEED YOUR HELP - MY BRAIN IS MUSH!

This is what my brain currently looks like.

Fried and frazzled from everyday life and lack of recent usage.

I need your help, my lovelies, to get my little grey cells pumping. To wake up the snoozing neurons and slap the shit out of my cerebrum.

So, what I've decided to do is set myself a challenge of a quick (up to) 1000 words free short to be posted each Friday.



What do we have to do? I hear you cry.

Well, what you have to do is help me turn my brain from that to this - with all guns ablazin'!

I want you to chuck a scenario at me, a picture, a sentence, even a single word and each week I'll pick one, crediting you of course, and make a short out of it.

What do you think? My frontal lobe is limbering up as we speak! Let me have it!

SNIPPET SUNDAY! (Hi guys, it's been a while.)

The spooky season will be on us all too soon, and here you have two ghostly tales for the price of one....  you can get your copy HERE

Dreaming of You:
Noah Kinkade is an up and coming designer, one of the best newcomers in the field.  When he is hired to restore the old Seevers mansion to its former glory, he thinks all his dreams have come true.  He doesn’t know how right he is.

Sebastian Seevers has been waiting for over a hundred years for his lover, Richard. Kept apart by Richard's father, they'd planned to run away together that night, but Richard had not arrived, and pacing the walkway was where Sebastian had slipped and fallen to his death. Yet even in death, their love was so strong, Sebastian still waited for Richard's return. He had almost given up hope—until he saw Noah.
Excerpt: Inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower and slipped out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor at his feet. He quickly stepped under the flow of water as a sudden chill seemed to blow through the room. Must be colder out there than it looks, he thought as he closed the cubicle door behind him. Picking up the soap, he worked up a lather and moved the bar over his body, unaware of the ice blue eyes that watched him from the open doorway.* * * *Sebastian's gaze wandered over Noah's lithe body as the young man washed under the strange contraption. He'd waited so long. Some hundred and fifty years to be precise. But Sebastian had known he'd come eventually, that his patience would be rewarded. The moment Noah arrived he'd known it was him. Of course, he called himself by a different name, but it was Thomas; he'd been sure of that the moment their lips met last night.He watched the bubbles created by the soap roll down Noah's pale skin and his cock hardened in his breeches. Reaching down, he palmed himself through the soft, striped fabric and hissed through his teeth at the sensations that sparked through him.Thomas was wearing his hair longer now, but that was the fashion of the day, he surmised. The last time he'd seen him, Thomas's hair had been shorn off, the desperate act of a merciless father who thought if he disfigured his beautiful son, Sebastian would no longer want him for the degradation Thomas had detailed in his journal.How wrong the ingrate had been. As if Thomas's looks mattered to Sebastian. He was in love with the man, not the wrapping. He closed his eyes as the memory of their last meeting washed over him. He'd been waiting then too, pacing up and down the rundown shack deep in the forest behind Green Oaks—their place.
Halfway House:A shared car ride home from college goes awry for Tyler the jock and “Supernerd” Eliot when they get lost in the dark on a country road and their vehicle stalls. Luckily, they find the Halfway House Hotel, where a series of odd events and unexpected urges seem to conspire to throw them together—and soon Tyler and Eliot decide that not having anything in common is no reason not to take a side trip of their own.
Excerpt:"I’m fine," Eliot said curtly as they made their way up to their room. He opened the door and threw the key down on the table inside the door. Tyler followed him in, closing the door behind himself. "Okay." Eliot turned to face him. "How do you wanna do this?"Tyler raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Do what?""You know." Eliot nodded his head to the large bed, complete with canopy and curtains. "The sleeping arrangements. Do you wanna take the chair, or shall I?"Tyler glanced at the wingback chair in the corner of the room and then back at the bed. Then he looked down at himself and then Eliot, measuring him from head to toe. "In that chair? Neither of us are exactly short, dude. I got driving to do tomorrow and I wanna get a good night’s sleep." He held up his hand as Eliot opened his mouth. "I know, it’s my fault we need to make up time, you don’t need to tell me again." He waved his hand at the bed. "There’s plenty of room for both of us, but if you want to be a martyr and get backache from sleeping in the chair, be my guest."Eliot stood with his mouth open as Tyler stripped down to his boxers without any embarrassment whatsoever. He grabbed his wash-bag from his suitcase and walked into the en suite. Tyler closed the door behind him, and Eliot heard the water running in the sink, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. The uppermost one being that he’d rather spend the night on an ironing board than with Tyler Andrews in the same bed. Eliot quickly stripped down to his own underwear and grabbed the folded-up quilt off the ottoman at the end of the bed. He sat down in the chair and pulled the matching footstool toward him with his left foot. He settled back and wrapped the quilt around him, trying desperately to look as though he was comfortable by the time Tyler came out of the bathroom. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it. The upholstery of the chair was itchy on his bare back and thighs, and the quilt wasn’t as thick as it had looked. He sighed heavily just as the bathroom door opened.Tyler turned off the light and glanced over at Eliot in the chair, shaking his head in derision at him. He made a "whatever" motion with his hand and slid underneath the sheets. Then he plumped up the pillows behind his head and sank into them with a happy sigh. Maybe a little too loud a sigh, because he heard Eliot grumble something under his breath. "Good-night, Eliot," he said cheerfully. "Sleep well.""Good-night," was Eliot’s bitten-out response.It couldn’t have been much time later when Tyler sat up in the bed and complained, "Eliot, if you don’t get your ass in this bed right now, I am either going to throw you in it myself or kill you, the choice is yours.""What’s your problem?" Eliot said crossly, as he tried to tuck the quilt in closer around himself for the hundredth time since he’d sat down in the chair."You’re driving me nuts with all the huffing and puffing, dude. You’re obviously not comfortable, and neither of us are gonna get any sleep with you in that goddamn chair!" Tyler’s voice rose slightly higher with each word. "So get your ass in here before I flip out and have to explain to your mother when I drop you off why I beat the ever-loving crap out of you!" Tyler threw his head back against the pillows and turned over onto his side. "Thank God," he breathed a few moments later when he felt the bed beside him dip as Eliot slid under the covers. "Now maybe we can get some sleep." Tyler sighed heavily and closed his eyes, his lips curving upward as he imagined Eliot perched on the edge of the mattress, holding the covers around him like a Victorian maiden. "Don’t worry, dude," he drawled sleepily. "Your virtue is safe with me." Eliot frowned grumpily into the darkness of the room and turned over onto his side, his back to Tyler. He had to admit that the bed was certainly a lot comfier than the chair, but he would still rather not have Tyler Andrews close enough to be able to feel the heat that was coming off the taller boy’s body. Jesus, he’s like a goddamn furnace, he thought to himself, shifting a little closer, but still not close enough to touch. Just for warmth, you understand, he whispered to his inner voice, which was laughing hysterically at him right now. Sure Eliot, whatever gets you through the night, dude, it whispered back. "Shut up," Eliot said aloud into the stillness of the room, earning himself a mumble and a growl of his name from Tyler. He sighed and closed his eyes, hugging his arms around his pillow and allowing the even sound of Tyler’s breathing to lull him to sleep.

RILASCIO GIORNO PER UNA TATA PER NATE!

Trama:
Un anno dopo la morte del marito, le uniche cose che permettono a Parker Adams di andare avanti sono il suo lavoro e suo figlio, Nate. Quando la persona che si occupa solitamente del bambino si trasferisce, Parker decide di assumere una balia che viva con loro, in modo da dare a Nate maggior stabilità. A causa di un ‘disguido’, però, non è la minuta Melanie che si presenta alla loro porta, ma Jake Walsh.E Parker va nel panico.
Non che Jake non sia perfetto per quel lavoro. Lo è, e anche un po’ troppo. In mezz’ora di colloquio riesce a risvegliare in Parker sentimenti che lui credeva perduti per sempre.
Come farà Parker a vivere con quell’uomo sotto il suo tetto ventiquattro ore al giorno, sette giorni su sette?Per Jake, invece, ciò che gli viene offerto rappresenta il lavoro perfetto, almeno fino a quando non si rende conto che non solo si è affezionato a Nate, ma si è anche innamorato di Parker.

BUY HERE!

Winners of the early Going Under Giveaway :)

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The winners of the early Going Under giveaway are:-

RODNEY BATTERMAN

and

KENNETH LARSEN

Congratulations gentlemen, I shall be contacting you by email tout suite.

Thank you everybody for joining in. Don't forget, release date is the
1 August - and there will be another giveaway then :)

GOING UNDER GIVEAWAY!

Yesterday saw the re-release of a revised and re-edited version of Going Under, previously published with Silver. I have two shiny copies to give to two lucky commenters - who will be chosen at random by my glamorous assistant next Saturday. All you have to do is tell me your favourite horror movie and don't forget to LEAVE YOUR EMAIL in the comment. Happy commenting!

Battered by unseen forces, Evan Griffin finally seeks help. Paranormal investigator Ross Stone is captivated. Dare he get close to Evan when he’s fighting his own demons?
Evan Griffin moved into his remote country house with all the excitement and promise of a new start... until the strange noises began. When the ghostly attacks become physical, he is left bruised and battered and desperate for help.When Evan walks into the offices of paranormal investigators, Knight & Stone, Ross Stone is dumbfounded by the injuries the man bears. Injuries Evan insists were caused by an unseen assailant in his own home. Something in the man's eyes tugs at Ross' heartstrings. 
Does he dare risk getting close to Evan when 
Ross is fighting his own demons?Reader Advisory: This books contains scenes of violence and references to past abuse.Publisher's Note: This book was previously released by another publisher. It has been considerably expanded, revised and re-edited for release with 
Totally Bound Publishing.EXCERPT:Prologue
Pulling open the curtains to let in the morning light, Evan Griffin gazed out of the glass pane at the rolling hills surrounding his house on every side. His house. It sounded good in his head. New house and new beginning. He wondered how he could be anything but happy here. It was perfect—almost. But he wouldn’t think about Mack now—couldn’t. If he let himself walk that road, he’d end up in a useless heap on the floor, and those boxes wouldn’t unpack themselves.
Lost in his thoughts, he opened the first box and began to sort through the linen he found there. Halfway to the linen closet, he was stopped in his tracks by a loud bang. “Fuck,” he hissed, dropping the curtain and padding onto the floor. He listened intently for a moment and, hearing nothing, he bent to pick up the items he’d dropped. Then he heard it again, coming from the bathroom. Swallowing, an uneasy feeling unfurling in his belly, he opened the bathroom door and looked around the room. Everything seemed in place. His toiletries were on the shelf in a large shoebox and the stack of towels he’d unpacked yesterday were still sitting in the bone-dry tub.
The tub was one of the things that had attracted Evan to the property. It was huge, and with him at six foot one in his bare feet, a tub that he could actually stretch out in was something of a novelty. It sat in the middle of the room on claw feet with old-fashioned steel faucets and the head end higher than the foot end, like something seen in a Victorian lady’s boudoir. The white porcelain was cracked a little with age and he would have to repaint the underside with some specialized paint, but he didn’t care. The proportions of the room and the grandeur of the fittings, albeit a little worn, were what had clinched the deal. Slam!
“Jesus Christ,” he spat, spinning around to find the bathroom door shutting him off from the rest of the house. His heart pounded frantically when there was another crash, and he spun around again to see the large casement window at the end of the room banging in the wind. “For fuck’s sake, Griffin,” he admonished himself, walking over to the window, pulling it shut and securely latching it. “It’s an old house. The window was open which made the first slam, then the centrifugal force created by the window and the door being open, caused the second.”
He stopped in front of the mirror he had hung above the basin the day before and ran his hands through his shaggy hair, scratching his scalp with blunt nails. “If you’re going to think that every knock, creak and bang is something sinister, you might as well pack up and go back to the city right now.” He shook his head at his reflection before turning on his heel and crossing the room to open the door. “And stop talking to yourself,” he added with a smile. He firmly closed the door behind him and headed back to the bedroom to get dressed.
* * * *
“You think moving houses can get rid of me, Evan?” She watched from her seat on the deep windowsill as the man moved around the bedroom. “You always were stupid.” She clenched her hands into fists as rage bubbled inside her. Narrowing her gaze, she smiled in satisfaction as Evan rubbed his hands together to warm them. 
“What’s wrong, Evan? Cold?” She gripped the wet strands of her hair and hissed through her teeth. “Not as cold as me! But you will be…you will be. I’m not going anywhere until you and everyone you love has paid for what you did.”