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Blog Tour: Revolving Door by Vinni George

Revolving Door | Vinni George

Open Doors #2

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Fletcher Morgan doesn’t like a single thing about Archer Waverly—not his pretty face, his wicked wit, or his perfect body. He especially hates the way Archer flirts with anyone and everyone. Everything about Archer reminds Fletcher of someone from his past he would much rather forget.

Archer thought Fletcher could be the silver fox of his dreams…until Fletcher opened his mouth and told Archer exactly how he felt about him. Now Archer is more than happy to rile Fletcher up and accept the consequences. Sparks fly every time they see each other proving hate is as potent as lust and enemies with benefits just might be better than friends with benefits.

When an unfortunate incident involving Archer’s aging drag queen housemate brings Archer and Fletcher together, they realize there might be more to the other than meets the eye and maybe there really is a thin line between love and hate.

Revolving Door is the second full-length novel in the Open Doors series featuring a slightly surly silver fox surf shop owner who refuses to fall in love again, a (mostly) reformed flirt who has never been in love, and a fabulous aging drag queen who has a penchant for platforms.

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Nine days out of ten, I thought the decision to move from San Francisco to San Diego had been an excellent life choice. The day I met Archer Waverly wasn’t one of those days.

The day started much like any other since I’d quit my corporate gig, divorced the man I’d thought was the love of my life, packed up my shit, sold my BMW and bought a used Jeep, and made a break for it—with yoga on the beach at sunrise followed by surfing.

Sam, a friend I’d made when I first bought Eddie’s, my surf shop, and Brody, another friend we’d made while surfing—us guys over thirty had to stick together—were already on the beach when I pulled into the parking lot. It was always easy to spot Brody because of his bright pink board, and it was the first thing I noticed as I scanned the beach, taking in the early morning crowd. All signs pointed to it being another beautiful day in SoCal.

I let Charlie, the aging chocolate Lab I’d rescued, out of the car, unloaded my gear, and waxed my board before traipsing down the beach to where my buddies were already starting to limber up. Brody was in downward dog by the time I stuck my board in the sand and greeted them. Charlie ran ahead to the water and halfheartedly chased the waves. At the core of his being, Charlie was lazy. He’d be curled up on the towel I’d brought for him in less than ten minutes.

“Fletcher. Good morning, sir. Looks like some choice swell out there today,” Brody said, his head still upside down between his legs.

“Morning.” Brody shifted into tree pose, the top of his wetsuit flapping around him as he moved.

“Hey, Fletch. Didn’t have the second cup of coffee this morning, huh?” Sam laughed at his own joke. He had some job that stressed him out, but he was always relaxed on the beach.

I used my middle finger to push my sunglasses to the top of my head.

“Further illustrating my point,” Sam said.

“I was completely out of coffee. I should have stopped,” I said as I laid out Charlie’s towel.

Sam made a sound in the affirmative and moved into a warrior pose. For a little while, the three of us moved through various poses in unison, having done a variation of this practice together often enough. The pinks and oranges of the morning sky were just starting to fade to blue as we finished. Charlie had been asleep behind us for the last few minutes, but he suddenly jumped to his feet, a rarity for my dog if ever there was one.

The three of us turned to see what had caught his attention. There were two people headed toward us—a guy and a girl. The girl, decked out in a long-sleeved Roxy rash guard and board shorts with a towel hanging around her neck, looked happy to be there.

She held her flip-flops in her hand and strode confidently across the sand. The guy, however, looked miserable. He was juggling a folding beach chair and a huge beach bag with an umbrella sticking out the top, and he held his phone in one hand and a huge coffee cup in the other. I tried in vain to keep myself from coveting it. He was wearing mirrored Ray-Bans, turquoise khaki shorts, and a tight white T-shirt.

His dark hair blew haphazardly in the morning breeze. He was flicking sand everywhere because he hadn’t bothered to take his sandals off, and I heard him muttering to his companion, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. He looked exactly like the kind of guy who was going to take a sledgehammer to the tranquility of the morning.

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One hidden crush.
One bunch of plastic mistletoe.
One alcohol-fueled kiss.
One set of taillights as Max Martino left town.

Sixteen years later…

Sam Addison hates change, and his company’s new merger is stretching him to his limit. When Sam finds out an older, hotter, and amazingly talented Max Martino is part of the acquisition, he knows the only way to keep his sanity is to avoid Max—and their history—at any cost.

Max never planned to settle down, but recently he’s been pining for roots. A new job, a new city, and a second chance with Sam makes the thought of staying in one place exciting for the first time ever.
But the harder Max pushes, the farther Sam runs, sometimes literally, and Max begins to wonder if Sam can ever let go of the biggest mistake Max ever made—leaving.

But maybe a second chance at forever is as simple as holding the door open for love.

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About the Author

Vinni George has been a lover of romance novels (of all shapes, sizes, and colors) since she first got her hands on one of her grandmother’s Harlequins and has never looked back.

She lives in Ohio with her two favorite guys (her husband and son) and, hopefully—one day—a dog. When not writing her own stories, she can be found helping to polish other people’s novels.

In her spare time, Vinni dabbles in performance art, quilting, and various culinary pursuits and enjoys traveling.

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Release Tour: Gaycation in Paradise by Ariella Zoelle

Gaycation in Paradise | Ariella Zoelle

Suite Dreams #4

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Release Date: December 26th, 2021

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Aldo tries to play it cool when he works for his celebrity crush, but resisting the temptation to flirt with Rook is tough. Not falling in love with him is impossible.

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They always say don’t meet your idols, but I’m assigned to work as the live-in butler for Rook Warrick, the famous Hollywood action hero on the run from a scandal. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to act normal while fanboying about your secret celebrity crush when you’re in forced proximity with him and all of his powerful pheromones? It’s so hard, and I mean that in every sense of the word. Seriously, he is G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. How can I resist my urges to take the chance of a lifetime at being with him?

Imagine my shock when I discover Rook missed his calling as the romantic lead in those cheesy rom-com movies my siblings adore. He’s so charming, wonderful, and thoughtful that he makes me swoon—and trust me, I am not the swooning type. My preference for quick-and-easy goes right out the window to drown in the blue lagoon outside our villa. He makes my heart want those happily ever afters I used to scoff at until I met him. Will he take me seriously when I say I have real feelings for him or think I’m just an immature kid who can’t handle commitment?

Rook Warrick

I never expected to feel like I didn’t have a single care in the world when my career is on the brink of disaster after a paparazzi video of me kissing my male co-star goes viral. But Aldo is a surprisingly perverted ray of sunshine who makes me laugh harder than I have in years. His laid-back attitude and quick wit make my forced banishment feel like I’m on a real vacation with a good friend…who I occasionally hook up with because he’s entirely too tempting to resist. Not to mention he’s very persuasive.

Aldo is the polar opposite of what I prefer in my partners: he’s eighteen years younger, a full foot shorter than me, and looks like he doesn’t have what it takes to keep me satisfied when I like a man to take control of my desires. But he unexpectedly ticks all my boxes, including a few new ones I didn’t even know I had. I have a long list of very valid reasons why it would be smart to keep my distance from him. But why should I let any of that stop me when I’ve fallen in love with him?

Gaycation in Paradise is the fourth book in the Suite Dreams series and part of the Sunnyside universe. This novel features a celebrity/regular guy, insta love, age gap, forced proximity, opposites attract, gay romance. If you love cute sweetness, sexy fun, and no angst stories that will make you laugh and swoon, you’ll enjoy this satisfying HEA without cliffhangers. Each book can be read as a standalone or as part of the series in order.

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Chapter 1: Rook Warrick

I dropped into a chair, which had a slope to it that cradled my body as if I were in a hammock. With a sigh, I closed my eyes and melted into its embrace while the porter brought in my luggage. For the first time in two days, I stopped my frenetic scrambling, allowing my exhaustion to hit me harder than a truck ramming into a brick wall. It would be easy to let myself drift off to the sound of the waves lapping at the posts holding the villa above the water if it weren’t for the gnawing hunger reminding me to eat.

A male voice tinged with humor broke through my darkness as it teased me. “Wouldn’t you rather do that in bed?”

With effort, I opened my eyes to see who had addressed me in such a manner. To my surprise, it was a younger man who barely looked old enough to hold down a steady job. His golden-bronze skin was sun-kissed, with beautifully defined biceps that hinted that there was more to him than being pretty. His eyes were bluer than the water outside and bright with mirth. A smirk tugged at the corner of his full lips while he studied me. He was undeniably attractive in his navy polo shirt and khaki shorts, with a sweet face that normally didn’t appeal to me. I liked my men more rugged, more aggressive, more willing to pin me down and give it to me good after they worked for the privilege.

It took a moment for my brain to kick back online enough to remember how to be normal. “Who are you?”

“I’m Aldo, your exclusive live-in butler during your stay with us.” He gave a formal bow that seemed at odds with his baby face. It reminded me that my assistant had informed me that the resort supplied a butler to take care of all my needs. That would minimize the risk of being seen outside and having my location reported to the paparazzi. The thought of being tended to by someone in a stuffy uniform was awful, so I had requested the butler be dressed casually to make me more comfortable. “How would you prefer me to address you, sir?”

I wrinkled my nose at the honorific. Standing on pomp and circumstance with titles was anathema to everything I was. “Please don’t call me ‘sir’ or anything like that. Rook is fine.”

“Understood.”

“There’s no need to be so formal. I hate that kind of pretentiousness.” The thought of him treating me that way during my entire stay made my skin crawl. “I’d much prefer if you were yourself.”

His lips turned upward in an ornery grin. “Are you sure about that?”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “You think I can’t handle you?”

“Oh, I know you can’t.”

His challenge riled me up despite my exhaustion. “What makes you so certain?”

“Because I’m two handfuls of hell.”

I laughed hard, which felt amazing after spending so many days angsting about the potential end of my career. “I assure you I’m more than capable of handling that kind of spunkiness.”

“No, I’m confident you’d much prefer me handling your spunk instead.” He backed his claim up with a cocky grin that caused me to bristle, while also igniting a spark of interest within me I blamed on jet lag. “But that’s a discussion for later.” He handed me a bottle of water, making me wonder where it had come from without me noticing.

I accepted it with a word of thanks. Breaking the seal, I took several long swallows before replying. “No, I doubt we’ll be having that kind of conversation at any point.”

“Oh, ye of little faith.” His devilish grin being at odds with his angelic features intrigued me about who the mysterious young man was.

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About the Author

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Ariella Zoelle adores steamy, funny, swoony romances where couples are allowed to just be happy. That means she writes low angst stories full of heat, humor, and heart. But sometimes she’s in the mood for something with a bit more angst and drama. And if you are too, check out her A.F. Zoelle books.

For real time updates on her writing progress, please join her Facebook group for exclusive teasers or follow her on Twitter or Instagram. You can also sign up for her newsletter to gain access to bonus chapters, previews of upcoming books, exclusive visual guides, and more.

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Audio Release Blitz: The Holiday List by Lane Hayes

The Holiday List | Lane Hayes

Narrated by Alexander Cendese

The Script Club #4

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Release Date: December 3rd, 2021

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 3 hrs and 44 mins

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The Mars maestro, the single dad, and a wish list…

Chet-

Boy, am I lucky! Finding a living situation with a houseful of passionate scientists just before the holidays is ideal in every possible way. As the newest member of the Script Club, I feel it’s important to step up and tackle the to-do list my friends would prefer to avoid. Item one, address the tutoring request from the neighborhood-hottie-slash-single-dad on the next block. I’ve got this!

Or do I?

Handsome, older, sporty gentlemen intimidate me. And Mr. McSwoony doesn’t like the holidays. This may be a daunting task.

Sam-

What do you do when a new neighbor shows up on your doorstep with cookies and a wacky plan to spread holiday cheer? I don’t need cheer, but I could use help with some of the experiments my son wants to try. I know football, not science. Hopefully, I can talk Chet into a mutually beneficial trade. The only snag is that I’m seriously attracted to my local Mars expert. He’s unintentionally charming…in the very best way.

Don’t quote me, but this holiday elf with thick glasses and a mile-long list might be exactly what I need.

The Holiday List is an MM bisexual, geek/jock romance with a holiday twist featuring a lovable scientist and a single dad who’s probably on the naughty list!

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“Who said I was lonely? I’m not lonely. I’m just tired of being with myself. That’s not the same thing,” I argued.

“Close enough. One thing that helps me fight the blues is an immediate change of scenery,” Chet pronounced with a wide grin.

“Thanks, Doc, but Linc is coming home this week. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t have to physically go anywhere. You can just switch up your routine and add—”

“Let me guess…holiday cheer?”

Chet beamed. “Yes.”

I had to give the guy credit…he was tenacious.

I couldn’t let him think he’d won too easily, though. I furrowed my brow, giving him my best cranky scowl, and huffed. “You really want to decorate my house?”

He frowned. “No. I want to reset your karma. And mine. You’ve done a good deed here tonight, and I owe you one in turn. I also owe my roommates for their kindness.”

“Putting up a tree is going to help your karma?” I snorted.

“And yours.”

Somehow, I doubted that, but I liked the idea of having an excuse to see him again. “Fine. You can decorate my house.”

Chet whooped as he jumped to his feet. “A nice noble fir would look perfect in that corner of your great room near the fireplace. But of course, closer to the window. We don’t want to worry about fire hazards. What’s your ornament situation? I’m happy to purchase some if needed. Simple red and silver balls are always nice and—”

“I’ve got plenty of balls.” I stood, testing my shoulder to be sure I didn’t do any real damage, as I met him at the door. “It’s getting late. We can talk about this later. You seem like the kind of Christmas elf who needs parameters.”

He snickered, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose. “There might be some truth to that statement.”

“Just so we’re clear, I’m not gonna want to wake up in a winter fuckin’ wonderland.”

“Right. Got it.”

I braced my hand on the doorknob, scanning the dimly lit foyer briefly. “Come over Saturday. We can talk about it then. And…you can meet Linc.”

Chet narrowed his eyes. Not gonna lie, his immediate transformation from skinny geek to bad-ass science guy was kinda hot.

“Is this trickery?”

“No, but it might be a good trade. We’ll see.” I shot a lopsided grin his way as I opened the door, pointing at the chair that knocked me on my ass. “This is not an adequate security system. I’ll give you my number. If anything seems suspicious or if you need anything, call me.”

Chet typed my contact info into his cell obediently, then pressed Call so I had his number too. Courtesy complete, he fixed me with a no-nonsense look. “Thank you. For the record, while I appreciate your help tonight, I didn’t agree to—”

“I know, I know.” I stared at him for a long moment.

This had to be one of the oddest yet most interesting nights I’d had in a while. This was probably a good time to remind myself that Chet was my neighbor. My much younger neighbor.

But damn it, he was tempting.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It was featherlight touch, hardly a real kiss at all. It was just enough to make him blush. Chet’s cheeks pinkened, and a flush rose low on his neck.

“Mr. Rooney…”

“Sam,” I gently reminded him. “Good night.”

Don’t ask me how I did it, but I somehow managed not to turn around as I headed down the pathway and up the street to my house. My lips twitched in amusement, giving way to a smile that grew with every step. When I finally got home, I let it fly, grinning like a madman as I chomped on a rosemary shortbread cookie made by my own personal elf.

Was I vaguely alarmed at the concept of letting him put a bunch of holiday crap up in my house? Fuck, yes, I was. Hot kiss or not, nothing was going to happen between us. And I was okay with that. Mostly.

Maybe he was just the diversion I’d needed, ’cause hanging out at home for the next couple of weeks suddenly didn’t seem so bad.

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Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters.

Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016, 2017, and 2018-2019 Rainbow Awards.

She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a not quite empty nest.

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