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Release Tour: His Horizon by Con Riley

His Horizon | Con Riley

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Release Date: June 30th, 2020

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Temperatures rise when there are two cooks in Jude’s kitchen…

Jude’s drowning in guilt when he can’t save his family business single-handed. The last person he expects to throw a lifeline is Rob, a rival chef who once beat him to first place in a cooking contest.

Two chefs working together won’t be easy. Not when Rob is everything Jude isn’t—popular, extroverted, and a one-time hook-up. What’s worse is that Rob wears his heart on his sleeve while Jude’s still in the closet.

Jude’s dilemma doesn’t end there. Rob’s rescue package comes with conditions that mean sharing everything from the profits to Jude’s sleeping quarters.

Sleeping with the enemy will either be a disaster or signal a much brighter future, but only if Jude can meet Rob’s final condition and love him in the open.

Featuring opposites who attract, rivals to lovers, and an out-for-you storyline dripping with hurt-comfort feelings, His Horizon is the first in a shared-world series of standalone MM romance novels from Con Riley.

CONTENT ADVISORY: Grief-related angst, Off-page peril & British-English spelling/grammar.

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It was beyond dark in the boatyard, clouds covering the moon leaving the way deeply shadowed. Rob held out his phone, flashlight app a white beam that sliced through the darkness, his other hand in Jude’s, fingers laced as they walked in silence to the boatshed. It lit the ceiling when he placed it at the head of the bed, the portholes dark circles above them. He stayed quiet until Jude lay flat on his bunk. “One thing,” he then said, after kneeling over him. “Just to check.” Rob dipped down for a kiss, lips barely touching Jude’s before he pulled back a scant inch. “You didn’t help yourself to a finger or two of cognac from the bar before coming to find me, did you?” His knees were so close to the edge of Jude’s bunk that he slipped after straddling him. 

Jude grabbed him with one hand on each of his hips, raising his knees to keep Rob steady. Once he was, Jude slid both hands under Rob’s T-shirt, hands travelling up and around to appreciate where his back broadened. “You think I’d need to be drunk to want this? Why?”

Rob’s gaze skittered away. 

It wasn’t easy to switch position. “Jesus, you’re a lump.” Jude pushed up while twisting, rolling them over so Rob was beneath him. “Why, Rob? You really think my judgement needs to be impaired to want you?”

“No… I… well, yes.” Rob’s hands skimmed Jude’s hips, his waist, the curve of pectorals that were more pronounced after a year’s sailing. “To be fair, I have had months of Lou telling me about how you never do this.”

“This?”

“It’s nothing.” Rob’s touch was distracting, but Jude stayed on topic.

“Tell me. What did Lou say I never do?”

Even in the dim light, Rob’s mask slipping again was visible. “Let people get close.” He squirmed, awkward before adding, “Besides, have you seen you?” He pushed Jude’s shirt higher. “Some people might say I’m punching a teensy bit above my weight.” He glanced down at that last word to where Jude had one hand on his belly. Rob’s skin was soft and giving. “Too many second breakfasts.”

“You’re gorgeous,” Jude said, and he meant it. Had done from their first meeting. “Annoying, but gorgeous.”

Rob pulled him closer and Jude sank into it, lying instead of kneeling, kissing instead of thinking about what might come tomorrow. With his eyes closed, and Rob’s arms around him, Jude was back in London, after the contest semi-finals, only this time—now—he wasn’t about to stop at kissing. No, if he’d learned anything this year, it was to take as much as he could, because tomorrow could get washed away without any warning.

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About the Author

Con Riley lives on the wild and rugged Devonshire coast, with her head in the clouds, and her feet in the Atlantic Ocean.

Injury curtailed her enjoyment of outdoor pursuits, so writing fiction now fills her free time instead. Love, loss, and redemption shape her romance stories, and her characters are flawed in ways that makes them live and breathe.

When not people watching, or wrangling her own boy band of teen sons, she spends time staring at the sea from her kitchen window. If you see her, don’t disturb her—she’s probably thinking up new plots.

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Blog Tour: Fight For You by Jaclyn Quinn

Fight For You | Jaclyn Quinn

Beyond The Cove #4

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Release Date: April 26,2020

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Is this a love worth fighting for?

One man is haunted by a past he can’t outrun.

One man is branded by a legacy he can’t hide.

One man is burdened by a guilt he can’t deny.

The usually peaceful town of Riverside Falls has had its very core shaken by traumatic events. Three men find themselves at the center of it all, thrown together by circumstances beyond their control.

Sawyer Levy came to Riverside Falls four years ago to escape from…well…life, but when he finds himself in need of care, he’s forced to trust not one but two men for the first time in years.

Grant Belford is riddled with shame in the tragic aftermath of incidents he didn’t see coming, blaming himself for the terror that rocked his town over the last few months.

Captain Mason Lockley is struggling with the recent events that have shaken up the quiet town of Riverside Falls, tormented by one thought, over and over again: Did he miss the signs because of jealousy?

Having no choice but to lean on each other, the three men suffering with their own demons aren’t expecting to have such an undeniable connection—or to fall so hard. It’s a love they don’t understand, but will they realize it’s worth fighting for?

 

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Sawyer watched Grant’s hasty exit in complete bewilderment. He didn’t think it was just his imagination that Grant had been acting weird, but it didn’t help that his energy was fading quickly, and his mind was getting foggy. Mason approached the bed slowly, his attention moving from the door Grant had just fled through to Sawyer.

The look on the man’s face was an odd mix of frustration and longing. “What the hell was that all about?” Sawyer asked.

Mason huffed and slumped down in the chair next to the bed. Dark circles marred the skin under his blue, fatigued eyes. It had been a while since Sawyer had studied the features of a man, yet he found himself memorizing the golden hints in Mason’s perfectly styled, dark blond hair. In usual form, there wasn’t a strand out of place. A few days’ growth covered the bottom half of his face, surrounding a plump mouth that Sawyer had purposely ignored in the past. His sudden fascination with it burst like a bubble in mid-air when that mouth said, “He’s been here…every day…in this chair. Did you know that?”

Grant had? “Seriously?”

“He’s barely left your side since the day you were brought in. Hell, he told the staff you were family so they would tell us what condition you were in.” Mason sat with his arms crossed and a hard tick to his jaw. Why did Sawyer feel like the cop was interrogating him?

“I don’t get it; he hates me.” Lord knows, Sawyer had tried to hate Grant back, but there was something about the broody man that got under his skin. Something he didn’t want to acknowledge let alone feel at all. He’d ignored Grant for the past four years as much as he’d ignored his reaction to the man sitting in front of him.

Mason shifted his eyes toward the doorway Grant had just fled through. “Wish I could say I understood any of the decisions that man makes.” He set pensive eyes back on Sawyer, and for a split second, Sawyer felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. “Would’ve made the last ten years a lot fucking easier.”

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I have been an artist from a very young age. From drawing cartoon characters and evolving into portraits, making jewelry, photography, and now writing. I have an amazing support system in my family and friends and couldn’t be more grateful.

I live in central New Jersey, love summers at the Jersey Shore, rock music, wine, sexy men, and laughing a lot with my amazing friends and family. Sunday dinners at my parents’ house are crazy, hysterical and you can count on a movie quote…or ten…being thrown out. Insults between siblings is how we show our love for each other!

When I’m not creating, you can find me reading books from my favorite authors. I’m a hopeless romantic, starving for passionate characters and always craving that happy ending, whether in reading or in writing my own books.

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Release Blitz: The Deeper You Go by Logan Grey

The Deeper You Go | Logan Grey

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Release Date: May 5th, 2020

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Travis Cherry’s record label disowned him in almost every way, shape, and form when he was outed in the media.

The thing that sucked?

He still owed them an entire album. But that didn’t meant he’d make it easy on them.
They were the reason he was there, in that nightclub—the gay nightclub— shaking his ass and making a complete fool of himself.

They were also the reason he met Bailey.

And this is their story.

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A nightmare. That’s what his life had just turned into. One Travis Cherry had lived through time and time again, only for the sun to rise and save him. But this time he wouldn’t be waking up to discover it was all a dream. He stared down at the eleven missed calls on his phone from various people in his life and shook his head, not really seeing what was in front of him. It was like his brain couldn’t quite catch up to what he knew to be true.

He kept waiting for his alarm to go off and shatter the illusion of the dream, but he knew it would never come. This was real, and it was time to face the music.

He swiped over the most recent call, the most urgent one, and swallowed hard as he pressed the speaker button. Hanging his head, he propped his elbows on his knees and stared at the floor as the dial tone shattered the silence of his apartment.

“Travis! It’s about time you answered that damned phone. I assume you’ve seen the news, yes?”

As his mother’s voice rang loud and clear through his apartment, he glanced across the room to the muted television. Without sound, the entertainment newscaster mimed excitement over the most recent breaking scandal. His breaking scandal.

Clearing his throat sharply, he tried to force his voice out. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve seen it.”

She paused for a long moment, and Travis’s vision tunneled, his surroundings blurring into a fog he couldn’t touch or see but was real all the same.

“Honey… You know it’s okay, right? I mean, I’ve known for the longest time.”

His heart skipped a beat as his breath exploded, the fog fading until the familiar pattern of his hardwood floor was visible once more. “You have?” he croaked out.

Even her scoff sounded southern, and Travis could have cried were he still not so shell shocked by the news. “I’m not blind, nor am I stupid. This isn’t really how I wanted you to tell me, but I’ll take it if the only other option was never to say anything. I mean, really—”

Travis threaded a hand through his hair and shut his eyes. “Mom, I’m sorry.”

“Well, I mean, I guess it’s okay. It’s really not a big deal, you know. But at least I’ll have something to talk about in book club now. Susan will be so pissed. I can’t wait to put her in her place.”

Shaking his head, Travis allowed himself a smile at his mother’s antics. “Mom, please don’t parade around the breaking news of my sexuality. I really—I need to figure things out with the label first. Hold off on all that, please?”

“Fine. But you let me know when you’ve got everything squared away. They’re all always bragging about their grandkids and new marriages and all that bullshit. Now I’ve got something to one up them with.”

Travis swallowed. “Mom, is telling everyone you have a gay son really worth bragging about?”

“Well, considering I haven’t been able to say anything about your love life thus far, Mr. Rock Star, I’d say it’s a major step forward. Maybe Susan will shut her whore mouth about Bethany and her stupid grand baby. It’s not even here yet, and it’s all we talk about all the time.”

Travis finally laughed, he couldn’t help it. “Thanks, Mom,” he said quietly.

“Shut your mouth. You have nothing to thank me for. But if anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know. I’ll open a can of whoop-ass on—”

“Mom! It’s fine. It’ll be fine,” he insisted with a smile, even though he wasn’t sure if he spoke the truth yet. The next phone call would be the deciding factor.

“It better be. If you need to come home for a few days, you know your room is—”

“I know. Thanks again. I’ll uh… I mean, I still need to call the label and make sure everything is okay.”

His stomach knotted at just the thought, but he hoped his mother’s reaction was a good omen.

“Alright, call me if you need to talk. I love you, and nothing is going to change that, you know?”

“I know.” Now, he added silently. “Bye, Mom. Love you too.”

After he ended the call, he squeezed the phone between his fingers and sighed.

All his life, he’d known he couldn’t control how other people reacted when he came out. But part of him had at least held on to the power that he could control who knew.

And that power had been stripped from him with just a few photos.

He glared at the television, the red bar scrolling across the bottom in all caps.

TRAVIS CHERRY EXPOSED.

Photos appeared on the screen, blurry ones that had been blurred even more to conceal the very exposed parts of him… and the other man he’d been with.

So he hadn’t been able to control it after all. Coming out, that was. But he couldn’t help the relief filling him, and once he recognized it for what it was, he could breathe again. No, he hadn’t made the decision to reveal to the world that he was gay, but now that it was out, he felt a thousand pounds lighter.

The phone slipped from his fingers to bounce against the floor. I don’t have to hide.

He didn’t have to hide anymore, he didn’t have to pretend to date women who were really just very close friends. No more lying, no more—

The phone buzzed on the floor, muffled against the carpet and he gulped as his agent’s name lit up the screen.

Leaning down, he lifted the phone from the floor with a shaky grip. Swiping to answer the call, he parted his lips to say hello, but before he could even get a word out, his agent blurted, “Are they real?”

The intensity of her voice surprised him, and he blinked, unsure how to answer.

“Travis, the photos? Are they real?”

Finally, he cleared his throat and answered, “Yes. Yeah, they’re real.”

Over the line, she sucked in a deep breath and released it, and Travis sat up straighter. It didn’t sound like a sigh of relief, and he suddenly feared whatever came next.

“It’s fine. We can get ahead of it. If anyone contacts you, just deny. Deny, deny, deny. The label is already working on discovering who leaked the photos. All we have to do is—”

“Wait,” Travis interrupted, and waved a hand through the air as if she could see him. “Wait, what? What do you mean?”

The pause through the line was more telling than anything she could ever say aloud, and Travis’s heart sank. “Travis, Diamond Nights Records does not want to represent a gay artist. For legal reasons they may not say as such, but you know they’re going to make your life a living hell if you don’t fight this.”

Frustration made his chest tighten.

“But…” He slumped down before he just gave up and laid back on the bed, swiping a hand over his face. “What if I don’t want to deny it? That would just be more lying.”

He’d only woken up an hour before, if that, but in that short period of time, the thought of freedom, of not hiding, was too sweet to ignore. Now that it was all out there, he didn’t want to pretend it was a lie.

She didn’t speak for a long time, instead he heard the clicks of keys as she typed something. “They can’t break the contract with me just because of my sexual orientation. That’s discrimination, right? We could sue them for that,” he reasoned.

“Yes, true. However, while they won’t break your contract for this, they’ll just make your life very, very hard until you break the contract. And if you do, you’ll owe them a lot of money, Travis.”

“Can’t we just amicably part ways or something?”

“Your contract says you still owe them an album,” she argued. “That’s a lot of potential income they wouldn’t want to miss out on.”

He sighed, his stomach rolling with nausea at the thought. “They’re the ones wanting you to shove this all under the rug, aren’t they?” Her pause was all the confirmation he needed. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“No, Travis, I’m on your career’s side. And from a business standpoint, working against your label instead of with them is not a good idea.”

Right then, Travis couldn’t give less of a shit about the label or the album he owed them or anything they wanted from him.

“We can get ahead of this, we just have to release a statement directly claiming the photos are fake, and eventually they’ll forget about it.”

As her words sank in, he let his phone fall to the bed beside him as she laid out a step by step plan to shove him back into the closet. To tell more lies, to erase the evidence, and discredit the witnesses. It didn’t matter if anyone believed his lie, so long as he didn’t ruin the image of Diamond Nights.

It was one thing for some stranger to reveal his secret to the world, but it was completely different for his label to prefer the lies over his truth. Prefer a persona he’d created to who he really was.

A feature film played out in his mind of what his life would be like if he went along with their plan, if he followed their rules. He’d live even more of a lie, deny who he was for the sake of his career, and write an album—all for them. Assuming he could even find the inspiration to finish it, he’d then go on tour, and pretend the entire time that he wasn’t a total fraud, and the label would make money off his music. His name. His creation. And Travis would have to live with that while knowing that they didn’t support or accept who he was, not truly. They only valued him for what he could bring them. So long as he upheld their image.

An idea snaked its way into his head, and once he fully envisioned it, he couldn’t let it go.

What if he didn’t uphold their image?

“Annie, you’ve been great. But you’re fired,” he stated.

“Wait, what? Travis—”

He hung up on her and tossed his phone to the side, ignoring it when she immediately called back.

If he couldn’t drop the label, he’d just have to make it so they didn’t want to represent him as an artist anymore.

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Lights pulsed around him, throbbing and flashing in time with his heartbeat. Music thumped through the club just like his pulse beneath his skin. Sweat dripped down his forehead, but whether that was from the bodies crushing against him or the amount of alcohol he’d swallowed, he didn’t know.

All he did know was that finally, for the first time in weeks, he was free.

We can get ahead of it.

A voice trailed through his head, the memory pulling his lips into a frown, but he tried to push it aside. More than anything, he wanted to lose himself in the sexy twink who was grinding against him, take the guy home, and fuck his brains out. He wanted to stay in this club forever—just another face, just another body in the sea of other bodies. All his problems dumped at the door while he remained an anonymous person with needs. With thoughts. With feelings.

You’re a risk.

Shaking his head against the persistent memory, he slid his palms against the chest of the guy in front of him, fingers drifting across his nipples through the mesh shirt he wore. His head of red hair leaned back onto his shoulder to mix with his own dark locks as their hips swayed together to the furious beat. Head to toe, they were plastered against one another, and he’d never reveled in another person quite that way. Had never allowed himself to. Travis leaned down to lick a stripe up his neck, the saltiness of his sweat like candy against his tongue.

Deny, deny, deny.

Groaning, he threw his head back and stared at the strobes above. The lights were blinding, his heart pounded, and his memories were tenacious. Before he got sick, he tugged the twink with him and pushed through the crowd.

It wasn’t until they were in the back hallway, the lights dimmer and consistent, not flashing like those on the dance floor, that his flavor of the night recognized him.

“Hey, don’t I know you?” he asked, tilting his head to the side in a way that made Travis want to devour him.

“Probably. I’m Travis Cherry.”

His eyes sparkled with recognition. “Oh my god, I love your music.”

He shrugged. “Thanks. Sorry to pull you away. I needed a minute.” More like a distraction.

“That’s okay,” he murmured as he moved closer. “I think I prefer having you to myself instead of sharing you with all those bumping bodies.”

“Just my line of thinking,” Travis replied with a smirk, framing his face with his hands, and taking his mouth like he fuckin’ owned it. Took the rest of him too, before he’d snuck away before the break of dawn.

The next morning, images of himself and the twink wrapped in one another were plastered all over the Internet—scandal.

The next weekend he went to another club. Drank his nerves away and swayed to another beat with another guy.

His night out was trending everywhere the next morning.

The following weeks were more of the same. He drank, he partied a lot, and he let loose more than he ever had before. Travis danced on bars shirtless and kissed random men on the street just so the cameras could blind him with their nosy flashes. Hell, he even tipped them off to his whereabouts so he’d always have an audience.

The afternoons were spent ripping his hair out over lyrics that wouldn’t come, melodies that wouldn’t match.

The evenings became his escape from it all. Drinking, smoking, and kissing.

One morning, several weeks, several scandals, and too many nameless men later, his phone rang. It vibrated the glass table in front of him, seeming loud in the silence of the early hour.

His cheeks concaved as he sucked on a cigarette, pulling the smoke into his lungs as he answered the phone. He didn’t say hello when he pressed accept.

“William would like to schedule a meeting with you,” a bright, feminine voice said.

“When?” he questioned on an exhale, the cloud of smoke pouring into the cold air to dissipate before his eyes. Just like his career.

“As soon as possible.”

“I’ll be there by ten.”

The call ended. Travis leaned over in his balcony chair and stubbed his cigarette into the concrete with a bitter grin.

‘Bout damn time.

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Logan Grey resides in Tennessee, convinced her southern twang is part of her charm. With two cats and a dog, her hands are full, and not just of treats like her pets would like to believe.

As a full time author, she dedicates all of her time bringing to life different characters and developing new worlds for her readers to lose themselves in. And more often than not, she loses herself in them, which is her favorite place to be: with a cat in her lap, a snack in hand, and voices in her head.

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