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If This is Wrong by K.L. Platt Promo

~*~ If This is Wrong by K.L. Platt
As children, Thomas and Caleb formed an unlikely friendship, which has continued through tragedies and celebrations and into manhood. They have grown together over the years, but now their relationship is changing into something more. Can their bond survive the challenges that life will bring them? Is it wrong to risk everything for the chance of something more?





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If This is Wrong Excerpt
“Why would you say that? I’m here ‘cause you’re my friend. It’s not like you did it on purpose.” Thomas couldn’t look at his friend. What would he think if he knew he had kind of done it on purpose? All he had wanted to do was get muddy so he could change his stupid clothes; now he had spoiled everything. “Tommy?” Caleb enquired. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault; I just didn’t want you to see me like this.” He winced, pulling on his now dusty clothes. Caleb didn’t understand what Thomas was saying. See him like what? “Tommy?” “Look at me, Caleb, I’m dressed like I’m going to church, not a picnic. I want to be in jean shorts, like you, and baseball shirts,” he whispered, so his father couldn’t hear him. “I don’t want this stupid Brylcreem in my hair...I want it messy.” Thomas slammed his good hand onto the car seat, sending a shockwave through his injured one. “Tommy, I don’t care what you wear. I’m not your friend for your dress sense; I’m your friend because you're funny and smart.” Caleb looked towards Benjamin and he swore he saw his mouth turn up at the corner.Two hours later, they arrived at the park, with Thomas sporting a very smart blue cast on his arm. His father hadn’t argued when he was asked whether he wanted a plain one or a coloured one. Polly fussed over her son, saying she wished they had indeed used a plain one. Benjamin winked at his son and they laughed.
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About K.L. Platt
K. L. Platt lives with her family in the Devonshire countryside in the UK. She is a nanny, but her dream is to be a full time author. She can’t remember a time when she didn’t have a pencil, pen, or book in her hand. It was, however, the likes of J K Rowling and Stephenie Meyer that gave her the fire to drive herself to where she is today.
Always encouraged to follow her dream as a child by her own parents and grandparents, her grandma told her, “If you believe you can do it, then you can.” Her uncle was also a writer but sadly never got to have any of his stories published.

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Find K.L. Platt
Webpage: http://ow.ly/oXOC8
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/K-L-Platt/144866772345643?ref=hl
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Next Stop November 4th, 2013 : Review with M.C. Rayne

Fall Into Winter Romance Giveaway Hop!

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An Excerpt from Love Something Fierce
Claire had imagined that the following day would be far harder than it actually was. She still hadn’t opened the letter from Horace, deciding that she wasn’t quite ready for it after the reading of the Will, and she was fairly certain that Seeley had been the only one to read his so far. He said his letter hadn’t contained much; mainly some words of encouragement and the instructions on how to handle all the rest of the legalities and paperwork that Horace had left behind.
When Claire had gotten home last night, she began packing up all of her and Hope’s things. They didn’t have a lot, which worked in her favor, because by three in the morning, she had been completely done boxing up everything. It was now nine o’clock, and Claire, Seeley, Zac, and Eric were all loading the stuff into a small U-Haul.
Claire had only been in Horace’s house a handful times since she’d moved into the area. The older man would generally be found in the bar rather than his house. She was shocked when she walked in to find that only the living room and office furniture remained in the entirety of the ranch. The four bedrooms had been completely emptied, and there were a few boxes in the office marked with the men’s names on them. Claire imagined that those were boxes that contained documents for the bar. The friends were all amazed at that bare minimum that was left in the house. They felt ashamed that they hadn’t noticed that Horace had slowly been clearing out his life, making way for a new one in the house.
Walking into the office, one of the first things that Claire noticed was the mantle. Where once only the picture of Anne-Mae had stood, there was now a whole series of pictures: Horace behind the bar with Claire leaning over the bar to give him a kiss on the cheek; Seeley being a smart ass and mimicking her on the other side; Eric and Zac attempting to put each other in headlocks. There was a picture of Hope from the previous Christmas in a red dress lined with white faux fur, her white stockings leading into her black Mary Janes. There were several candid moments that nobody knew had been captured but were obviously quite recent, including one of Zac and Hope facing one another, both with fingers up their noses. On the end of the mantle though, two pictures stood out the most to Claire. One was a restored copy of the picture of Anne-Mae that she’d seen the first time that she had been in the office. The other was a picture of Horace in a dark blue uniform, with Anne-Mae in his arms and a large lipstick print on his cheek, that clearly had been taken on the same day.

Wonderland by Jude Ouvrard

Fall Fires is a M/M compilation.
~*~ Wonderland by Jude Ouvrard
Lucas Colton is far too young to go through all this pain but meeting poetry teacher, Preston Davidson, changed everything. His life went from heartbreak to joyful and then, from friendship to love. The impact Preston had on Lucas's life was mesmerising. What would you do if you knew you may not have a tomorrow? ~*~
An Excerpt from Wonderland
When I arrived at Central Park, Preston was sitting by the statue of Alice in Wonderland with two steaming cups of coffee in hand. He wore a canary yellow sweatshirt with a pair of dark blue jeans and black leather converse.“You’re on time,” I teased, taking one of the cups from him. “I figure I shouldn’t waste any more time.” Preston took a sip of his coffee. “Life is too important right now. I don’t want to miss anything.” “I can see that you’ve thought about my situation thoroughly.” I couldn’t help but be flattered. It was obvious now that he cared about me, even if just as a friend. “I have a few questions for you. If you don’t mind, of course.” Curious, I wanted to know what was going on inside his brain. Looking through his glasses, I saw how tired his eyes were, how the rims were red. He hadn’t slept all night, I would bet. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to answer all of them, but I’m willing to try.” Preston made me nervous, and I hoped he wasn’t going to ask for a medical explanation. I had asked to be told what was necessary. The details weren’t important to me. All I knew was that I had kidney cancer, and that it had started to spread to my other organs. My lungs were affected, but they were giving me enough medication to keep me out of pain. “I want you to name three things you can’t live without,” he said. That seemed pretty simple, nothing to be worried about. “Coffee, a good movie, and cheesecake.” I laughed. “You took me off guard. I don’t know, but those are things that I enjoy, I guess.” “It’s perfect. Now tell me: what would you do if bacteria were killing all the coffee beans in the world, and you foresaw that thirty days from now, you wouldn’t be able to find a single coffee bean in the world?” Was Preston serious? What kind of question was that? I shook my head and smiled. “I’d drink as much as I could, and I’d try to freeze some to keep for special occasions.” “Good answer. Now tell me: what would you do if the film industry decided that it was no longer profit-earning to produce movies and that thirty days from now, there wouldn’t be any movies anywhere for sale or rent?” “I would buy as many movies as I could afford, and go to the movie theater one last time.” “Another great answer. Last, but not least: what would you do if the Cheesecake Factory was going bankrupt, and thirty days from now, you couldn’t find a single piece of cheesecake in the entire world?” “I would eat cheesecake for every meal, gain weight, and die of heart failure,” I joked. Preston laughed. “I’m asking you all these questions because I’ve come up with a plan. You said you might have weeks to live. Let’s hope you have a month. You have to make the most out of it. You have to enjoy and do everything you’ve ever dreamed of doing. Are you ready to have the best time of your life?” A smile spread over my lips. “Okay, I see where you’re going with this.” “I’ll spend that month with you. I want to be with you every time you smile or cry, when you feel good, or when you’re in pain. You can’t do this alone, Lucas. So tell me: what is it that you’ve always dreamed of doing?” “I’m a pretty simple guy; don’t need much to be happy, so forgive me if we aren’t going to Australia. I think we’ll stay here in New York.” “Sounds good to me — and my wallet.” Preston looked at me, waiting for me to tell him everything I wanted to do before the end came.
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About Jude Ouvrard
Jude was born and raised in a small village named Lacolle. She now lives in Montreal, Canada. She is the proud mother of a beautiful four year old son, and has spent the last twelve years with her partner, Cedric.
French is her native language, but she prefers to write in her second language, English. Besides working full time for a Title Insurance Company and being a mother, Jude has a passion for books, both reading and writing them.

She is currently working on a novel called Body, Ink, and Soul. Coming soon!

Also by Jude Ouvrard:
Under the Sun, Heat Wave: Volume Two

Find Jude Ouvrard


Website/Blog: www.judeouvrard.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/judeouvrard
Twitter: www.twitter.com/authorjude_o
Facebook Page:https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jude-Ouvrard/217369475054540?ref=hl
Goodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7055526.Jude_Ouvrard
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/judeouvrard
About.me: http://about.me/judeouvrard
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jude-Ouvrard/e/B00E3OGKUS/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1379095938&sr=8-1
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/jude-ouvrard~*~Next Stop
October 31st, 2013 : Guest Post with Mich's Book Reviews

Our Walk to Remember by M.C. Rayne Promo

Fall Fires is a M/M compilation.
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Our Walk to Remember by M.C. Rayne
For the Robison-Shae family, an annual charity walk means more to them than any expensive holiday abroad. After all, it's where Elisha's fathers met, and this year it's even more important to her. Sammy couldn't make it this time, so she asks Charlie to share memories of how they met, and fell in love.







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An Excerpt from Our Walk to Remember
Elisha looks back at me and pulls on our adjoined arms, giggling happily to herself while dancing her knee-length, yellow summer dress around her body so it moves with the warm breeze. I forget how much she loves this annual event. We’ve always done it together. She gets excited to see all the people she’s grown up around. I hope she never grows tired of this venture, never loses herself to the world of television and computer games when she could make a difference doing something small, yet huge.Such thoughts make me shudder, thinking someone as delicate as little Elisha could ever be a slave to the mediocre. Not our baby, no way!“Tell me again, Dad,” she interjects, turning towards me and smiling with joy. “Tell me about when you met Daddy?”Her brown eyes sparkle when she looks up at me, lighting her porcelain face. Can a father ever refuse his daughter? How do you say ‘no’ to the product of your love, the person who found a home in your heart without trying and looks to you to lead them along the right paths?“Again?” I tease. “You know this story so well, you can probably tell it better than me.”Warmth fills my cheeks, bringing colour back into this aging man’s face while he toys with the light of his life, the only other person he loves without question. So many times Sammy and I have sat before a roaring fire while Elisha recounted our history like she’s reading a book. Her voice is always filled with such passion that we hang on her every word. One would be forgiven for thinking it’s her past she is detailing, but I guess my husband and I never get bored with sharing how we came to be the lovers we are today.“I like it better when you tell it, Dad. Don’t worry; I will fill in any parts you miss,” she chimes in an assertive manner, and I know without a doubt she will.“Okay, baby,” I commence, drawing her in close so I don’t have to shout too loud.I don’t need unwanted ears to hear something that will forever remain unwritten, a story that’s stamped into my heart and is ours alone. Sammy has his own version of the life we share, but this is all from the very soul of Charlie Shae — this is how I found my love.This shouldn’t be so hard to recollect, but I’ve never had to share our story without my counterpart sitting next to me, relishing my retelling. While the warm breeze runs through my free fingers again, I try to grab onto the emptiness and envision that Sammy isn’t very far away. Sadly, my mind isn’t that creative.Swallowing the pain, I lose myself to the words flowing from me and find myself on auto pilot.“It was the summer of 1996. I had just finished college. . .”
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About M.C. Rayne
M. C. Rayne got into writing after the passing of his mother, and used it as an outlet to get through the difficult time. He never really thought about becoming an author, but since putting pen to paper he has never looked back
Currently he lives in Leeds with his two best friends Dae and Pete, and his guinea pig, Bean. He spends a lot of time reading and writing, and far too much time procrastination online.

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Find M.C. Rayne
Blog http://simplymcrayne.blogspot.co.ukFB https://www.facebook.com/pages/MC-Rayne-Author-Page/534108516611284?ref=hlGoodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7255637.M_C_Rayne
Twitter https://twitter.com/SimplyMatt2
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Next Stop October 27th, 2013 : Promo/Excerpt with Jennifer Garcia

Everlasting by Tmonique Stephens Review

A free copy of this novel was provided in exchange for an honest review.
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A Summary of Everlasting by Tmonique Stephens

Kill the beast.
Save your brother.
Win your freedom.
No problem.
Falling in love with the cop trying to arrest you?
Problem.
To save his twin from death, Reign Nicolis will have to bargain with Goddess of the Dead, and once more become what he despises, El Mortem, The Scourge, a killer trained to show mercy to none. But he is haunted by those who have fallen beneath his blade. Their ghostly shapes dog his footsteps, relentless in their torture to make him suffer for what he was put on this earth to do two thousand years ago. Saving his twin ensures Reign’s enslavement to the Goddess. She may own his body, but never his heart.
Detective Alexis Lever’s career is in shambles. Her only chance at redemption is to discover what happened to the body of Daniel Nicolis. To do that she’ll have to thwart two men: Reign Nicolis and Roman Nicolis. Both belong in jail. But one has stolen her heart.

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A Review of Everlasting
From the start of this novel I was captivated. I'm not even one hundred percent positive what I would classify this novel under. Ancient fictional history with the presence of paranormal, crime, and drama. This novel was much more than I hoped for. Despite being the second book in the Descendants of Ra series, I was still able to pick it up and not feel completely lost as to what was going on. I find this is a skill many authors have forgotten about, and was enthralled that Stephens did not.Though the novel jumps back and forth between two different time periods, Stephens does a wonderful job of helping the reader stay on track with where the novel is taking place at all times. While I do wish that Stephens would have provided a recap description of the characters from the first book sooner in the novel, her use of imagery helps to draw the reader into the novel, and doesn't let go. The plot is well-written, and thoroughly developed, as are the characters.I would highly recommend this novel to others, and am quite looking forward to the third installment, which Stephens is currently working on.
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An Excerpt of Everlasting
"Alexis parked in her grandmother’s driveway. The protective shield around her vanished. Her shoulders slumped. Keeping Reign out of her mind exhausted her more than running around New York City all night. Stiff and sore, she climbed off her bike and stretched the kinks from her protesting muscles. A shower, food, and sleep were what she needed. Her chances of getting all three were slim.
Mrs. Kelly waved from her porch. She’d read that the elderly didn’t need much sleep, but why was the woman up so early when she didn’t have to be?
Alexis returned the wave and climbed the porch stairs. The door opened as she reached for her keys. Reign’s big frame blocked the entrance.
God, I’m too tired for this. If only she could shove him out of her way. She had about as much chance of doing that as she did moving a mountain. He stepped to the side, clearing a path into the dim recesses of the house. Sunlight filtered through the sheer ivory curtains hanging in the living room, beating the gloom back and lifting her spirits.
“Anubis.” The word hung in the air.
Alexis turned. Reign stood in the middle of the room. Hands at his sides, his body, an immense unyielding wall.
“The god in the moving images you showed me, his name is Anubis. He is a lesser god, son of SET and Nephythys.”
She noticed he snarled the last name.
“There is no love between mother and son or son and father. Daniel Nicolis is his pawn. I was sent here to stop him.” He stepped closer to her. “I apologize for my deceit. It was meant to protect.”
She studied the drawn brows above his deep blue eyes and the tight lines of his face. He seemed earnest. But then the best liars were. And if he lied about one thing, what else could he be lying about? “I’m not going to let you kill Daniel.”
“I have no intention of killing him.”
At least they got that settled. “I don’t need your protection, Reign.”
“Yes, you do. I am all that stands between you and those animals.”
There was no arrogance in his statement. Just truth. She did need him. She also needed him to be honest. “And that’s the only reason you're here? To stop the beasts?”
“I came to save my brother. But he does not need me.”
“And afterward? When we find a way to stop those things, what then?”
“…I find a way to leave you.” Tight voice, his rigid face held no emotion.
“Good. The sooner, the better,” she mumbled through the lump in her throat.
His eyes darkened, but he said nothing.
“When you leave, do you go back to Chemmis?”
A cold wave hit her. His lips thinned into an angry line and his hands fisted. He nodded once. Hmm? He held no love for the place.
“I need to sleep.” She walked around him and his fingers brushed the back of her hand. A jolt of sorrow caused her entire body to seize.
Then his fingers slipped into her palm. A dull ache welled in her center and spread to every cell, leaving a void in its wake.
The pain wasn’t hers.
Alexis canted her head at Reign. To the world, he was a six foot eight inch warrior. Deadly to his enemies and her sense of self-preservation. Still, watching his bowed head, feeling the desolation seeping from his palm into her, she saw the truth.
Their gazes locked. Longing lay naked in the depths of his eyes.
“Reign—”
He claimed her lips with a scorching kiss. Raw and hungry, her head reeled. A hand cupped her head. Another gripped her hip and gave a gentle tug. She didn’t fight him guiding her closer or the desire he ignited in her blood. His knee slipped between her thighs and he lifted her until she hooked a leg around his waist. Chest to breast, abs to abs, groin pressed against groin, she felt him lengthen. Her core blossomed. Alexis moaned and his tongue slid into her mouth. He tasted like Sunday dinner at grandma’s, Christmas morning, and Midnight on New Year’s Eve, while his body promised Disney World. His biceps flexed as his hand slid under her shirt and stroked up her back.
She moved her hand up his chest, feeling the cotton fabric, the tense muscles beneath, and the thud of his racing heartbeat. Then her fingertips brushed the bare skin of his neck.
A bundle of conflicting emotions slammed into her. Passion warred with frustration and a simmering rage. Terror and loneliness mixed with a profound hunger and a darkness no sun could penetrate. Betrayal had tainted his memories, leaving an anger that stretched centuries. All of this was woven together by bitter regret.
Questions cleared the lust from her mind. She tore her lips away, aching from pain belonging to Reign. Briefly, his hands tightened on her body. His head dropped into the crook of her neck before she could search his face for answers. Warm breath fanned her collar. She bit her lip to keep from protesting when his hands dropped to her hips and he set her on her feet.
Alexis darted up the stairs to the safety of her grandmother’s bedroom. She stripped off her jacket and refused to think about the man camping in her living room. Yeah, right. As if she could order herself not to still taste him on her lips, remember his hands on her body and his tongue stroking her mouth.
How could she feel him, know his intimate thoughts? The good and the f’d up ones. There were a lot of f’d up ones. So many, he was a toxic stew, churning endlessly until he almost dragged her under.
Alexis gritted her teeth. She didn’t have time to decipher The Reign Riddle when Egyptian Gods roamed New York, resurrecting bodies, and wild animals were running loose. If she read it in a novel, she would’ve pitched it into the nearest incinerator.
But those things needed to die.
Period.

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About the Author, Tmonique Stephens
I wrote my first novel about a reporter and a hockey player after the U.S. hockey team won gold in the 1980 Olympics. I love writing flawed characters who reflect the emotional baggage we all carry. I write complicated stories for complicated people. Paranormal romances and fantasy novels are my favorite genre. I'll read anything about fairies, demons, or angels, but I also enjoy Stephen King and Preston and Childs.
I'm hooked on "Yes to the Dress", "Game of Thrones", "The Walking Dead", and "Arrow". I can't get enough of these show!
I was born in St. Thomas USVI, but grew up in The Bronx, New York one mile from Yankee Stadium. I love SyFy, the History channels, and Asian cuisine, but my heart and stomach longs for anything from the Caribbean.

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Find Tmonique Stephens
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/TmoniqueStephens
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Tmoniquebooks
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/tmoniquestephen/
Email: Tmoniquebooks@gmail.com
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_nos...
Website: http://www.Tmoniquestephens.com

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A Giveaway for a Copy of Everlasting
S.A. Jones's review copy of Everlasting will be provided to the winner from this stop as permitted by Tmonique Stephens and BTS Virtual Tours.

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Love, Unexpected by C.W. Stevens Promo

Fall Fires is a M/M compilation.
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Love, Unexpected by C.W. Stevens
As Michael and Chuck's loving union comes to pass, two gay members of the wedding party discover the sweet bonds of a comfortable companionship. Attraction becomes more as they recognize their true soul mate in each other, which fills the romantic void in their solitary lives. It seems only one, small obstacle stands in their way.





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An Excerpt from Love, Unexpected
Chuck slapped me on the back and pulled me into a tight hug, giving me a peck on the cheek. “Evan! It’s so good to see you again. What’s it been… four months?” I smiled while looking at my friend. “You were up in Oak Harbor helping some friend work on his boat the last time I was here for a visit, if I remember correctly,” I reminded him. “You returned the day after I left!” He got me into a headlock and playfully poked me in the ribs. “Yeah, you just couldn’t manage to stay one more day until I got back, could you, punk?” With both of us laughing, he released me. When he did, my attention was drawn away; I became enraptured by a handsome stranger whose face had the power to make me forget how to breathe. My palms became sweaty, and my breath caught in my throat while I took in his features. There he stood, long and lean, and looking very toned. I guessed he was around six foot two, his dark wash jeans tight enough to accentuate his ass, hugging it in all the right places. He had on a deep red, button-down shirt, which seemed created to be worn only by him, the top three buttons undone. His hair was long, dark, and pushed behind his ears; it was straight and shiny, and the overhead lights sparkled off each strand. Eyes, which were a brilliant shade of blue, seemed depthless as they pierced through my soul. Fuck! My jaw had fallen to the floor, and I snapped it closed before he could see. Chuck noticed though, smirked at me, and then made the introduction. “Evan, I don’t think you’ve ever met my cousin, Jon Schubert. Jon, this is Evan Thomas, Michael’s cousin and best friend. He’ll be serving as Mike’s best man.” The stranger captivated me, but I managed to find my voice. “Very pleased to make your acquaintance,” I stuttered with a smile while our eyes remained locked together. I was hoping he hadn’t noticed my tongue hanging out when he raised his hand to shake mine. It wasn’t much of a shake; more like a lingering touch. “Likewise, Evan. Always a pleasure to meet one of Chuck’s boys.” His voice was as smooth as satin when he spoke in a low, rich tone, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand to attention. His eyes sparkled, a smile emerged, and dimples blossomed within his cheeks, his lips full and pink. I didn’t miss the fact he was still holding my hand, his eyes never leaving mine while I hesitated to pull away. He was beautiful, the darkness of his hair highlighting his pale skin.
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About C.W. Stevens
C.W. Stevens lives in the United States, in the Midwest, where the winters are cold and icy, and the summers are disgustingly hot and humid. Spring and fall are her favorite times of the year. Reading is one of her favorite pastimes.
She enjoys writing and loves meeting new people along the way. Music and Abstract are a couple of her favorite Arts. She enjoys the challenge of trying to unlock the meaning of what the artist is trying to express. She enjoys solitude and hates crowds.
C. W. has two, grown sons, and loves spending time with her three grandchildren. Life is good!

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Find C.W. Stevens


Twitter:  https://twitter.com/CWStevens1 FB Author:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/C-W-Stevens/507441305968818?ref=hl Blogger:  http://wocwstevens.blogspot.com/ 
Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7255638.C_W_Stevens
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Next Stop October 24th, 2013 : Promo/Excerpt with Lorenz Font
Review with Slashsessed

Winter's Love by N.L. Leeks Promo

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Winter's Love by N.L. Leeks
A past relationship has left Jared Winter broken. When Eric Healey runs into him, Jared finds a reason to learn to trust again. The two men begin to fall for one another, but the prejudice around them threatens to tear them apart. Can their love survive in the real world?







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An Excerpt from Winter's Love
“Hey! Jared! Yoo-hoo!”I cringed once more and turned to my sister, forcing a smile. “Hey, Rose-Anne.” “What are you doing here?” She giggled. “Well, Rose-Anne, in general one attends Asda, or any other supermarket, when they’re doing their food shopping,” I sniggered. Rose-Anne rolled her eyes and glowered at me. I knew what she meant and was trying to be subtle while avoiding her questions. “Jared, stop playing dumb with me. You know what I mean. Curry powder, two types of meat, and prawns? You only cook this fancy when . . . Oh! You have a date tonight, don’t you?” she squealed. Behind me, the cashier told me the check came to twenty-three pounds and some change. I handed her a twenty and a five and waited for her to hand me the difference. As she placed it in my hand, I took it and grabbed my already bagged shopping, thankful that it had been done while Rose-Anne had been interrogating me. Trouble was, she was still at it while I made my way back to the car. “Rose-Anne! For the love of all alive, will you please drop the subject? I love you to pieces, but for just once, can I enjoy something without having to be interrogated by you?” I yelled. I saw tears pool in her eyes and felt the guilt in an instant. Finding my car, I placed the shopping in the back and pulled her into a hug. I sighed. “I’m sorry, sissy, but sometimes you are just too much.” “Sorry, Jed.” I cringed at the nickname, “I know I’m too nosy for my own good. But it’s been so long since we’ve seen you with someone. We were beginning to think you had taken a life of celibacy, all because of . . .” “No! I don’t want to hear his name, sissy! Yes, I’m having someone over for dinner tonight. It’ll only be the second time I have seen him, so yeah I’m playing my cards close to my chest. And yes, I’m a little dubious about where this will go, but I won’t allow . . . him . . . to ruin everything good in my life, okay? My friend’s name is Eric, seeing as you’re dancing around I’m sure that’s what you wanted to ask me. Now that you’ve achieved your mission, you may return to our beloved parents and tell them anything you want, but no phone calls tonight!”
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About N.L. Leeks
N.L. Leeks lives in England with her fiancé, whom she has been with since the age of eighteen. She first began writing when she was a child. Her friends, Matt and Lou, helped her reignite that passion as an adult, and her journey into writing began once more.

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Find N.L. Leeks
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/NatashaLattoLeeksGoodreads  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7255635.N_L_Leeks?from_search=trueTumblr http://tainted-tash.tumblr.com
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Next Stop October 30th, 2013 : Guest Post with Mich's Book Reviews

Woodshed Wishes by N. Wood Promo

Fall Fires* has been released from Renaissance Romance Publishing! To celebrate, I'll be doing promo posts for each individual story released in the collection, starting with a familiar author, N. Wood!


*Fall Fires is a M/M collection of short stories.
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Woodshed Wishes by N. Wood


Ben, a young gay romance author, loses his way in the forest one stormy evening and is found by a ranger. When Ben pitches in to help his new friend Peter in the woodshed, he discovers he may have met his match. Will Peter make Ben's woodshed wishes come true?








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An Excerpt from Woodshed Wishes
“Come on, Petey,” I whined, teasing him with my personal rendition of his name. I only used it when I was desperate to get my own way. The slight narrowing of his eyes betrayed how little he thought of my chosen pet name for him, but I took the opportunity to argue my point with a pout. “It’s still summer. We won’t need a fire for months with this heat. There's plenty of time to do the work.”On any other day, my brown puppy eyes could make him crumble and agree to whatever I suggested, but on that day in particular, he appeared to somehow have the strength to refuse.“You should take a leaf out of your own book — literally,” he jested back, adding a little more pressure to my breast bone to deter my attempt to edge nearer to him. “What was it that Blake said to Trent in Ballboys? ‘Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today’?”I rolled my eyes when he quoted one of my many characters. Trust him to know my stories word for word, not that I could complain. Some scenes from my books gained their inspiration from things Peter and I had experienced together. “Yes, but you forget that Blake was encouraging Trent to get down on his knees and suck his cock today instead of putting it off until tomorrow,” I corrected him. “So how about we re-enact that scene?”My hinting words distracted him long enough that I was able to take the last step towards him. Reaching down, I snagged my fingers under the belt that was looped through the waistband of his jeans and started to unbuckle it. Though his eyes contained a slight glaze of lust from the thoughts I’d instilled in him, he snapped out of his distraction and caught a hold of my wrists, prying my hands away from him and holding them there.“Tut tut, naughty boy,” he scolded with a teasing tone. “I have plans for tonight once all this work is done, but you want to jump the gun and get the party started early? You can’t disrupt my plans like that. You ought to be punished.”
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About N. Wood
N. Wood is a budding young author living in Cornwall, United Kingdom. She developed an interest in writing when her poetry was first published at the age of nine. Since then, she has moved onto writing both short stories and novels focusing on gay romantic themes.

Also by N. Wood:
La Cala
Waves Of Healing
Coming Soon from N. Wood and Renaissance Romance Publishing:
Take A Gamble, Second Edition, on November 12, 2013.

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Find N. Wood
Blog: http://nwoodstories.blogspot.co.uk/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NWoodstories Twitter: https://twitter.com/WhitlockWood Amazon: http://www.amazon.co.uk/N.-Wood/e/B00B3HBE8G/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6897888.N_Wood
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Next Stop October 23rd, 2013 : Guest Post with Elizabeth Lawrence

The Journey Collection Cover Reveal

Today I'm sharing the cover reveal for the lovely Lisa Bilbrey's Journey Collection! These are wonderful short stories, following the adult life of past football star Travis McCoy. Check out the awesome cover for the full collection that's now available!
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The Journey Collection


The Journey Home Summary
The Sharks’ star quarterback, Travis McCoy has it all, until an injury ends his season early. When he receives an invitation to attend the big homecoming game from his alma mater, Travis decides it’s time to face his past. The journey home sends Travis down a path that he never expects. Will he be able to come to grips when everything around him is spiraling out of control?

The Journey of Champions Summary
Travis McCoy thought the journey home would be the hardest choice he ever had to make. It isn’t until he finds himself walking out the door and leaving his family behind that he realizes his journey is only just beginning. Now, with only a handful of weeks until Christmas, Travis tries to find his way back home. This time, he plans on staying forever.

The Journey to Forever  Summary
Finally back in the warm embrace of his family, Travis McCoy relishes every moment he gets to spend with his wife and son. After almost losing them due to his own selfishness, he makes the decision to never let go of his family again. With his plan set in motion, Travis, Penelope, and Max start a new journey, one that leads them to forever.

The Journey to a New Life Summary
Travis McCoy’s journey has led him down a road of changes where he found the love of his life and their child. Travis, Penelope, and Max have struggled during their time apart, found their way back home, and finally tied their lives together as a family. Now, Penelope and Travis find themselves on a new journey, one that leads them to the greatest gift of all.

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About the Author, Lisa Bilbrey
Lisa Bilbrey is a mom of three and has been married to her high school sweetheart since 1996. Finding a love in the written word, she started writing as a way to express herself. From the first word she wrote, she'd found her heart and soul. Always willing to learn, she's spends much of her time trying to improve as a storyteller. In late 2011, Lisa opened Renaissance Romance Publishing with Michele Richard and Laura Braley.

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Find Lisa Bilbrey
GoodreadsFacebookTwitter Blog Amazon Barnes & NobleRenaissance Romance Publishing
About.me

Honour Cover Reveal

**This is a UK based novel.
M. B. Feeney is excited to present the cover for her upcoming release, Honour. A collection of 6 short stories with a military theme.
Due for release on 1st November in remembrance of those who have given their lives as part of their job to protect others in times of unrest.


The world is filled with people destined to help and to serve. Doctors, nurses, police, and firefighters;each and every day, these special people work to help others in times of need. Often, this means putting their own lives at risk in order to do their jobs. They give of themselves to benefit society, and they do it without any expectation of thanks.
These are the men and women who don't head home to their families and safe homes to relax at the end of a shift. They are on the front lines, far from home and often fighting someone else's battles because it is the right thing to do. Military families struggle to cope with the constant worry and the long periods of separation, staying strong to support those who serve in everything they do, and often are left to pick up the pieces when the highest price is paid.
Servicemen and women are heroes in the purest sense of the word. Even when the world's gone mad and their hearts are breaking, one thing remains unchanged.
They have honour.