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Blog tour: Painted Lace by K.M. Neuhold

Painted Lace | K.M. Neuhold

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Release Date: October 9th, 2020

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Blurb

Austin never realized he was painting his life with shades of gray, until Keaton came along and injected a rainbow of color.

Keaton is a tornado of chaos and paint, which turns out to be more exciting than I ever would’ve imagined. I love my organized, predictable life…or at least I thought I did. But what started as a casual hookup is slowly becoming so much more, and I find myself loving the beautiful mess more than I expected.

Can two people so different really make it work once feelings get involved?

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This story was originally published as Kiss and Run in the Valentine’s Inc series. It has since undergone significant changes and doubled in length.

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Excerpt

As I take the place in, my eyes land on the canvas in the center of the living room. It must be what he was working on before I showed up. I take a step closer, enthralled by the painting instantly.

“You’re an artist?” I ask stupidly.

“I am.” He follows me into the living room.

Taking a closer look at the painting, two bodies come into view, writhing together in a colorful blur.

“That’s not art, it’s sex,” I accuse with amusement.

“Art is sex and sex is art,” he corrects.

“Is it?” I tear my eyes from the canvas to look at Keaton. He nods, taking a step closer, pressing his small, slender body against me.

“The shapes our bodies make, all the lines and shadows, it’s beautiful. And that moment, that single moment when you’re at your most alive, when it’s instantly clear that this is the meaning of life. There’s nothing left but to feel.” He lets the sentence and the image hang in the air for a moment. “That moment is where art comes from.”

I swallow, suddenly aware that I may be in slightly over my head with Keaton and unwilling to do a damn thing to put the brakes on at this point.

“I’m not sure I understand; I may need you to show me,” I tease, my voice going deep and gravelly.

Keaton throws his head back and laughs, his body vibrating against me in an addicting way.

“Let’s go then.” He gestures to the hallway a few feet away, and I lead the way.

His bedroom is much like the rest of his apartment, in need of some work but with a personality of its own. His bed sits on the floor rather than up on a bed frame, but the sheets look clean enough. There’s a milk crate next to the bed with a lamp perched on it, along with a joint and a lighter.

“You want?” he asks, picking up the joint and placing it between his lips. The pucker of those bowed lips fills my mind with filthy thoughts.

I haven’t smoked weed since college. I only did it once back then because I didn’t want to be the square who turned it down. But I remember the pleasant, floaty feeling it gave me. After taking a long inhale, he holds it out to me, his eyebrows raised, and I gingerly take it from him. Feeling like a complete nerd, I place it between my lips and clumsily light it, coughing almost as soon as the smoke fills my lungs, my throat burning like hell.

Keaton laughs at me, a fond expression on his face, taking the joint back for another toke of his own. This time, instead of handing it back to me, he presses close again, tilting his head up like he’s asking permission for a kiss. I bend close, putting my hands on the small of his back to draw him near, our hard cocks pressing together and our noses bumping. I part my lips, and his brush mine, as he lets smoke billow into my mouth, sweet and a little musky. I’m not sure if it’s the pot or the man himself that has my head swimming.

When the smoke dissipates, he flicks his tongue out and grazes it along my bottom lip, his eyes shining playfully. Feeling bold and horny with his cute little body in my arms and the bed less than a foot away, I grab Keaton by the back of his neck and smash our lips together. I’m not sure who this man is, controlling my mouth and my body, but he’s certainly a vast improvement from the usually timid, anxious version.

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About the Author

K.M.Neuhold is a complete romance junkie, a total sap in every way. She started her journey as an author in new adult, MF romance, but after a chance reading of an MM book she was completely hooked on everything about lovely- and sometimes damaged- men finding their Happily Ever After together.

She has a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well. And she fully admits that her OCD tendencies of making sure every side character has a full backstory will likely always lead to every book having a spin-off or series.

When she’s not writing she’s a lion tamer, an astronaut, and a superhero…just kidding, she’s likely watching Netflix and snuggling with her husky while her amazing husband brings her coffee.

LinkTree: linktr.ee/KMNeuhold

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Release Blitz: Painted Lace by K.M. Neuhold

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Release Date: October 9th 2020

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Blurb

Austin never realized he was painting his life with shades of gray, until Keaton came along and injected a rainbow of color.

Keaton is a tornado of chaos and paint, which turns out to be more exciting than I ever would’ve imagined. I love my organized, predictable life…or at least I thought I did. But what started as a casual hookup is slowly becoming so much more, and I find myself loving the beautiful mess more than I expected.

Can two people so different really make it work once feelings get involved?

This story was originally published as Kiss and Run in the Valentine’s Inc series. It has since undergone significant changes and doubled in length.

Excerpt

Keaton’s story about how he spent the past week spooked me. Not because I was judging his life like he thought I was, but because it was another glaring sign of just how different the two of us are. I can hardly take a thoroughly planned vacation without suffering panic attacks, and he got in the car on a whim and ended up spending a haphazard week in Colorado.

It sounds so beautifully…messy. And those are two words I never thought I’d use together. But I think I’m starting to see now how chaos can sometimes be the most appealing thing of all. Just look at the painting we made together. There wasn’t any planning, any structure, any true point or purpose for it, but that’s what made it so great.

Keaton’s hands slide under my shirt, tickling my skin as he playfully pushes me into the car.

“Shouldn’t we get in the backseat?” I ask. Not that I have a lot of experience—see none—with car sex. But the backseat seems to be where it usually happens.

“Nah, just recline your seat all the way back,” he says. I do as he suggests, laying it down as far as it will go. “Perfect. Now, pull your dick out.”

A nervous laugh bubbles past my lips. Yes, we’ve had sex a number of times now, but this feels completely foreign and forbidden, outside where anyone could drive by and see us. Did I mention hot as hell?

I unzip my jeans, lifting my hips so I can shimmy them, along with my underwear, down to my thighs. My cock is already rock hard and dripping. I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft and give it a gentle squeeze, sending a flare of heat through my body. Keaton, still standing outside the car with the passenger door wide open, drops his own pants and kicks them off, leaving them in a heap on the cracked pavement.

I swallow hard at the sight of his straining erection barely contained by the pink lacy thong he’s wearing. My cock jumps in my hand and a low groan escapes my throat. I can’t imagine ever getting tired of seeing him in lace.

He finally climbs inside the car with me, straddling my lap and bringing his lace clad cock into contact with mine. Another hot jolt rocks me at the feeling of the fabric against my erection. No, not the fabric exactly, but the heat of Keaton’s arousal through the fabric, the hard steel of his erection stretching the delicate lace to its limits as he grinds against me.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my hands finding their way onto his exposed ass. His skin is hot and smooth, giving easily under my fingers. Our mouths crash into each other, Keaton’s tongue tasting like a hint of weed, a trace of his favorite cherry lip gloss, and a gallon of chaos. I make a muffled noise against his lips as he tunnels his fingers through my hair and kisses me deeper, hungrier.

Everything about this man should terrify me, but it feels like he’s waking up a part of me I never even knew existed. Maybe that’s the scariest thing of all—this is starting to feel like casual might not be enough.

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About the Author

K.M.Neuhold is a complete romance junkie, a total sap in every way. She started her journey as an author in new adult, MF romance, but after a chance reading of an MM book she was completely hooked on everything about lovely- and sometimes damaged- men finding their Happily Ever After together.

She has a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well. And she fully admits that her OCD tendencies of making sure every side character has a full backstory will likely always lead to every book having a spin-off or series.

When she’s not writing she’s a lion tamer, an astronaut, and a superhero…just kidding, she’s likely watching Netflix and snuggling with her husky while her amazing husband brings her coffee.

 LinkTree: linktr.ee/KMNeuhold

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Release Tour: Short Stack by Lily Morton

Short Stack | Lily Morton

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Release Date: October 2nd, 2020

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What happens after the happy ending?

Drawn together for the first time, this is a collection of Lily’s short stories about the much-loved men from her Mixed Messages and Finding Home series. Follow them through awkward marriage proposals, birthdays, a fraught babysitting job, and a very drunken Eurovision Song Contest party.

It includes stories previously written for her website and readers’ group, along with deleted scenes and four brand new and exclusive short stories – Bad Valentine, Marrying Jude, Babysitting Billy, and House Hunting.

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Dylan comes towards me, and before I can duck, he sticks something on my head.

“What the fuck is happening?”

Dylan pulls something over my shoulders, unfolding a flurry of bright fabric before tying it around my neck. He decorates me with a few more things and takes a step back. As if synchronised, he and Jude burst into peals of laughter. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a white tabard with a red cross on it and a Union Jack flag that he’s tied around my neck like a cape. He’s accentuated the outfit with a bright red wig with pigtails.

“What am I supposed to be?”

Dylan blinks in quite a disbelieving way. “You’re Saint George, the patron saint of England.”

“Was he a lawyer?” I fiddle with my cape. “And a part-time superhero?”

He tuts and reaches out to straighten my cape. “I tried to get you another costume, but it didn’t come in time, so I’ve improvised.”

“And where does the wig come in?”

He shrugs. “It was the only one they had left in the shop.”

I’d like to point out that they’re not wearing wigs, but by now I know the wisdom of not arguing with Dylan when he’s got that look. I glance in the mirror again. “Dylan, really? Are you angry with me in some form or another?”

“No, why?”

“Because why else would you do this to me?”

“For fun,” he says and nods his head emphatically. There’s a somewhat messianic gleam in his eyes which usually only occurs at festivities like Christmas and birthdays.

“Oh, okay. Fun. Is this the Mitchell brand of fun where there’s a vague threat of violence if I don’t enjoy myself?”

He steps closer, and I inhale the scent of his shampoo. “It’s not a vague threat,” he whispers and sticks a piece of cardboard in my hand.

“What is this?”

“Eurovision Bingo,” Jude says earnestly. “I hope I win. There’s a bottle of Advocaat for a prize.”
“You were a supermodel. Didn’t you save enough money to buy your own?”

“Pfft,” he says dismissively. “It’s not the same as winning one.”

“Or drinking it. Have you actually tasted Advocaat? There’s a reason why it’s always a prize in a raffle.”

“Don’t listen to him, Jude,” Dylan says briskly, pushing me down into a chair and straddling my lap. “It’s easier if you don’t take any notice of the words.”

“I knew you never listened to me,” I say, my hands coming up to cup his hips. “It was blatantly obvious with the amount of errors I had to live with at work.”

“You’re so funny,” he says sweetly. “I wonder how much funnier you’ll get before I won’t sleep with you tonight.”

I shut my mouth with an audible snap, and he laughs before kissing me gently. “That’s what I thought, lover.”

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About The Author

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Lily writes contemporary romance novels, and specialises in hot love stories with a good dose of humour.

Lily lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven’t had a proper conversation with her since she bought her first Kindle.

She has spent her life with her head full of daydreams and decided one day to just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually loved writing, because how else could she get to spend her time with hot, funny men!

She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations – chocolate Baileys! Her lifetime’s ambition is to have a bath in peace without being shouted by one of her family.

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