Monday, August 29, 2016

Surprise Release: Chloe by Lacey Silks



Chloe by Lacey Silks 


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#Chloe by Lacey Silks is now LIVE!!! Chloe was previously only available in an Anthology so make sure to grab your copy today and prepare to meet Axel Wagner!

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I met Axel Wagner at my darkest hour.
He saved my life and reached out to me, offering a chance at a new beginning.
I took it and then ruined it all when I let him touch me.
He showed me compassion.
He taught me love.
He gave me hope.
He was no longer just an employer - he became my everything.

Note: Chloe is Book 5 in the Cheaters Series, however it can be read as a standalone novel.

New Release: SEAL OF SOLOMAN (Journeyman Series #2) by Golden Czermak @onefuriousfotog

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Title: SEAL OF SOLOMON 
Series: Journeyman Series #2
Author: Golden Czermak (FuriousFotog) | @onefuriousfotog
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 29, 2016




#SealOfSolomon by #GoldenCzermak is now LIVE!!!  Grab your copy of this #MustRead #ParanormalRomance today and find out why readers can't get enough of the Journeymen!!


Synopsis

Sequel to Homeward Bound (Journeyman #1)
The Adventure Continues...
From author Golden Czermak, comes the second installment of the enthralling Journeyman Series.
With no answers and a weapon of mass destruction slung around his neck, Gage Crosse is left with little choice but to travel with Joey Mosely to New York, seeking aid from the Order Council itself. Little do they know that they are about to embark on what may be the greatest adventure of their lives: to find the mysterious Seal of Solomon.
Meanwhile, the fragile threads holding the demon army and its monstrous allies together are unraveling. Keli must act quickly to maintain her position as ruler, else have all their efforts fall into the flames of ruin.
Can the Journeymen keep the Seal of Solomon out of demon hands, or will the Noctis succeed in wrenching all three artifacts from their control?

The Series
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Audible Tour: Red Dirt Heart (Red Dirt Heart #1) by N.R. Walker

Title: Red Dirt Heart
Series: Red Dirt Heart Series #1
Author: N.R. Walker
Genre: M/M Romance
Audio Book Narrated by: Joel Leslie
Welcome to Sutton Station: One of the world’s largest working farms in the middle of Australia – where if the animals and heat don’t kill you first, your heart just might. 

Charlie Sutton runs Sutton Station the only way he knows how; the way his father did before him. Determined to keep his head down and his heart in check, Charlie swears the red dirt that surrounds him – isolates him – runs through his veins. 

American agronomy student Travis Craig arrives at Sutton Station to see how farmers make a living from one of the harshest environments on earth. But it’s not the barren, brutal and totally beautiful landscapes that capture him so completely. 

It’s the man with the red dirt heart.


 

RED DIRT HEART EXCERPT


CHAPTER ONE

Where the American guy walks in, all blue eyes and disarming smiles, and my life goes to shit.

Just on sundown, I got off the motorbike, kicked the stand down so the bike stood upright without me and closed the gate. I’d been out all day in the South paddocks doing a final check of fences and water trough pumps before we bought the cattle down from the North. I’d seen the ute back at the homestead as I came in so I knew George was home.
George was my leading hand. He was in his fifties, with greying hair and sun-hardened skin. He’d worked here for as long I could remember, but he was more than a loyal employee. He was my friend, and in a lot of ways, more of a dad to me than my own old man ever was.
He’d been out all day, left before sun-up and headed into Alice Springs. We were a good three hours from the nearest town, and with a list as long as his arm from the Station cook, Ma—who also happened to be his wife—he needed a few hours in town before heading out to the airport to pick up the real reason for his trip: an American agronomy student by the name of Travis Craig.
When my father ran this farm, or station as we called it, every year we’d have people from another country come and spend a couple of weeks as part of some Diversification exchange program. My old man always said it was a good way to source out what other countries were teaching, but really I think he just liked the extra pair of hands at the finish of the dry season. And when we’d had a phone call back in July to ask if we’d be interested in hosting another student, and given it’d been a few years, I thought it seemed like a good idea. Now I couldn’t help but wonder if this Travis Craig would be a help or a liability.

I rode the bike into the yard and pulled up in the shed. I figured they’d know I’d arrived, having heard the bike, so I headed straight for the house. Like most homesteads built almost a hundred years ago, it was a weatherboard home, with an old iron roof and a veranda around four sides to try and keep it cool.
I kicked the red dust from my boots on the veranda steps and tried to brush the same from my jeans, took off my hat before I opened the door and walked inside. There was a suitcase and a duffel bag near the front door and voices at the back of the house.
“In the kitchen,” George called out.
I followed the sound of chatter and the smell of something good to find a meeting of sorts in the old country-style kitchen. The worn, solid wooden table that graced the middle of the room was covered with plates of scones and trays of cups and tea, and three people were in chairs around it—my right-hand man, George, his wife the cook, Ma, and a stranger with short light-brown hair and pale blue eyes.
George was the first to his feet, and the man beside him soon followed. “Here’s the boss, Charles Sutton,” George said, introducing me formally. “Charlie, this is Travis Craig.”
Travis looked about twenty-two years old, not much younger than me. Whereas I was a stockier build, with dull brown hair and boring brown eyes, he was taller than me by a few inches and muscular and lean. He held out his hand and smiled. “Mr Sutton. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His accent was strange to hear at first, but his smile was warm and wide.
I wiped my hand on my shirt and held it out for him to shake. “Travis,” I said with a nod. “Please, call me Charlie.”
He seemed nervous or uncertain, so I figured I’d take the emphasis off him. I threw my dusty old hat onto the table and sat down across from our guest. “Jeez, Ma,” I said, looking at the food on the table. “How many are you feeding?”
“I made ’em for you. They’re your favourite,” she said.
“Are they pumpkin scones?” I asked.
“’Course,” she said proudly. “You boys can finish them for dessert.”
I reached out to grab one, and Ma’s hand came out to stop me. “Not with those dirty hands, Mister. And you can get your hat off my table.”
George chuckled at me, and I looked at Travis and grinned. “I can’t win.”
Ma stood up. “Go and show Travis which room is his, then you can clean yourself up for dinner,” she said to me. She glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Forty minutes, boys.”
I pushed my chair out from the table, and taking his cue, Travis did the same. I got to the door and seeing Ma had her back turned, I quickly grabbed a buttered scone off the table.
“Charles Sutton!” Ma cried, catching me red-handed.
I smiled as I shoved the scone in my mouth, but I was quick to duck around the door, out of the flight path of any kitchen utensils Ma might launch at me. Normally she just threatened me with a ladle or tea towel, but over the years—especially when I was a teenager—if I came in and started picking while she was cooking, I’d have to duck the odd cooking implement.
I laughed down the hallway, and Travis was just a step behind me. He smiled right back at me, and I had to chew and swallow my mouthful of food before I could speak. “I’ll show you to your room,” I told him. I put my hat on the middle hook, as always, picked up his suitcase and left the duffel bag for him. “You’ll stay in the main house while you’re here. There’s three worker’s cottages, but they’re taken. You’ll meet the other guys at dinner.”
I led him through a door off the foyer to a door halfway down the hall. “Your room,” I said, walking in and putting his suitcase on the queen-size bed. There was a dresser and a wardrobe, and the window was open, but the curtain was still. “Your room faces east. You’ll get the early morning sun, not the heat of the afternoon.”
“It’s a beautiful house,” Travis said. His accent was softened along with his tone.
“Thank you,” I said with smile. It is a beautiful house. The homestead itself was built in the nineteen twenties, had wooden floors and nine-foot ceilings. “It’s old and takes a lot of upkeep these days, but she’s been well looked after.”
“They don’t make big old houses like these anymore,” he said. “Even back home, old traditional ranch houses are few and far between.”
“Where exactly is back home?” I asked. “Texas, yeah?”
Travis put his duffel bag on the bed. “Yes, sir. Johnson City is just west of Austin. My family has a ranch there.”
“Cattle, yes?”
“Yes, sir. Brahman.”
“Please don’t call me sir.”
“Sorry. It’s a habit my momma drilled into me.”
“It’s okay,” I said reassuringly. “I just look for my father when I hear that word.”
Travis nodded but looked down to his luggage on the bed. He was a few inches taller than my five foot ten, and a fairly decent build, wore a checkered shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows, American jeans and fancy cowboy boots. But what I noticed most was when he looked downward like that I could see the outline of the back of his neck. It was tanned, muscular with short, clipped hair that looked as though it’d be real soft to touch…
“I’m sorry,” he said, snapping me out my wayward thoughts. “I guess I was expecting the boss to be a lot older…”
I studied him for a long moment. “Is that a problem?”
His head shot up and his eyes were wide. “Oh no, not at all,” he said quickly. “It’s just my father mentioned a man named Charles was about his age, not mine…”
“Charles was my father,” I told him. “And his father before that and probably the one before that.”
He nodded and looked back down to his belongings on the bed. “Mine is a family name too.”
He was obviously a little uncomfortable with my being there, so I figured I’d leave him be and let him settle in. I walked to the door and said, “I’ll leave you to it. Bathroom is the door at the end of the hall to your left. My room’s the first door near the foyer on your right.” I wasn’t exactly sure why I said that, so I added, “If you need anything, that is. And George and Ma live in this house too, in the bedroom off the back sunroom, but they’re quiet as mice. You won’t hear a peep from them until breakfast time.”
Travis smiled at me then. “Thanks.”
“I guess I should tell you the rules of the house,” I said, figuring it was probably best to get all the formalities out of the way.
“Rules?”
“Yep, rules. Breakfast is at six on the dot. If we’re in and around the yard, lunch is twelve noon. If we’re out during the day, Ma will usually pack us some lunch or drive something out to us or we’ll pack it and take it with us. Dinner is six sharp—” I looked at my watch. “—which is in twenty minutes, so I’d better let you freshen up. Oh, and just a reminder that Sutton Station is dry; there is no alcohol here. The crew of workers usually head to the Alice every second weekend to let loose, but there’s no drinking here.”
“The Alice?”
“Alice Springs,” I explained. “Locals call it the Alice. Dunno why.”
Travis nodded again, almost smiling. “Okay.”
“And the boys’ll probably wanna give you a hard time, you know, as the greenhorn, but they won’t mean anything by it,” I said with a smile. “They’re a good bunch. But you’ll be with me to start off with so they won’t be game to try nothing.”
“Thanks,” he said with half a smile.
“Like I said, you’ll meet them at dinner,” I told him. “We eat in the main house. Most big stations will have different quarters for workers to eat, but there’s only six full-time staff…well,” I corrected, “seven including you, so we just use this house. And they’re all scared of Ma. She has rules at the table and they respect them.”
“More rules?”
I grinned at him. “Be on time, be clean, be grateful. Wear a shirt and shoes, and never wear your hat at the table.”
Travis chuckled, a deep throaty sound. “Sounds just like my momma.”
I found myself smiling back at him. “Could she throw a rolling pin at your head?”
“From about thirty yards,” Travis said with a grin. “But when you make it out of the kitchen without bein’ caught, you know the worst part?”
We both spoke at the same time. “You gotta come home sometime.”
We both laughed, and he seemed a lot more comfortable when I left him to unpack. I cleaned up first, washed my hands and face and even brushed my hair, then went back to the kitchen. I kissed Ma on the cheek so she’d forgive me for stealing a scone earlier and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
“He seems like a real nice fella,” Ma said.
“He does.”
“Think he’ll last?”
I shrugged. “He’s from a farm back home, so who knows…” I took a mouthful of water. “I hope he does.”
Ma smiled into the pot on the stove. “He’s kinda cute.”
“Ma,” I warned. “Please don’t.”
“Just stating a fact, sweetheart,” she said. Then she held out her hand. “Pass me the pepper.”
And the conversation on how cute Travis was, was thankfully over. I had to work with the man for the next four weeks. He was a guest in my house, and I was responsible for his welfare. The last thing I needed was to start thinking of him in that way.
Ten minutes later, he walked into the kitchen, showered, looking all bright-eyed and fresh, dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, smelling all clean and of a deodorant I didn’t recognize. I turned back to the sink, trying to ignore thoughts that weren’t rightfully pure.
Fuck.




N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.

She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…  




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Book Blitz & Giveaway: Seventeen Days by D.B. James

Title: Seventeen Days
Author: D.B. James
Genre: New Adult Romance
Published: August 19, 2016
What can one night in Paris, change?

Morgan Young’s plans for the summer consisted of two things: fun and friends. Working in a small costal Alabama town for a man she barely knew wasn’t included — especially since she can’t stay away from him.

Everything.

After losing everyone he loves, Harrison Montgomery has given up on happiness — and love. When his path crosses with the feisty redhead’s, he can’t seem to get her off his mind. But their time together is threatened by Morgan’s plans to leave.

One dare may change the future.

Harrison throws down a challenge, a dare that changes their lives — one Morgan accepts. But is Seventeen Days really enough to fall in love? Can they find a home in one another, or will the storms of the past pull them under.



"Oh my God. What can I say?  I FLOVED this so much!!!" ~5 Star Amazon Review by Rene

"I fell in love with this book and I fell hard." ~5 Star Review by Shakespeare's Wench Book Blog

"I can't believe I just read a debut novel!  D.B. James did a great job job with her storyline and definitely kept me reading!" ~5 Star Amazon Review by DawnInTX

"This is a great storyline, which is emotional and humorous, and the author had me enthralled from the very beginning." ~5 Star Review by Wendy's Book Blog



D.B. James is an indie author of New Adult Romance. Her debut novel will release on August 19, 2016. In her spare time she's an avid reader. Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher, Teagan Hunter, KA Tucker, Linda Kage, Renee Carlino, and Abbi Glines are a few of her obsessions. She's a Michigan girl through and through but currently resides in sunny Florida. Sarcasm, Supernatural (team Sam!), Harry Potter and coffee are among her favorite things.




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