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Release Blitz: There You Are by CJane Elliot

There You Are | CJane Elliot

Wild and Precious #2

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Release Date: July 27th, 2020

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Can a free-spirited musician and a grieving widower find love while caring for a runaway teen?

Bisexual musician Cody is a free spirit, easygoing and unattached. On a cross-country trip he befriends young runaway Sandy and gets him safely to his uncle Phineas. Beautiful Phineas turns Cody’s life upside down, and Cody learns he’s not as unattached as he aspires to be.

Ever since his longtime lover Allen died, Phineas has lived a circumscribed life. A former fierce drag queen now working in a bookstore, Phineas never expected his nephew to land on his doorstep, much less to find love again.

Sexy and caring Cody brings him alive, but now Phineas must find the courage to let go of his grief and give love a second chance.

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They’d been snuggling on the couch for what seemed like hours, kissing and cooing at each other, when the sound of a key in the lock heralded Sandy’s arrival. They moved a fraction apart.

“Hi, guys.” Sandy’s perpetual smile widened. “What have you been up to?”

“Exactly as it looks,” Phineas said crisply, deciding an offense was the best defense.

“Yeah? Cool!”

Cody chuckled. “How was The Roxy?”

“Yum. Well, I’m gonna hit the sack. I’m getting up early for Ultimate Frisbee. Night, Uncle Phinney. Night, Cody.” He gave them one more blinding grin and loped off to his room.

Phineas looked at Cody, who was regarding him with a wry smile. “He knows.”

“He so knows,” Cody agreed. “But I think now that he’s home, I should go.”

“Yes, I guess so. I’m regretting our decision to not visit my bedroom.”

“Yet, remember?” Cody pecked him on the lips. “How about I come over tomorrow and make you dinner?”

“You’re sweet. And yes, I would love for you to make me dinner.” And then make sweet love to me.

At the door Cody turned to Phineas with an earnest expression. “You know I really want to stay. But I think we owe it to Sandy to talk to him about it first.”

“Hmm.” Phineas pretended to consider. “He might be a bit miffed.”

Cody drew his eyebrows together. He was such a cute worrier. “You think?”

“Only because I haven’t let Dare sleep over.”

“Ohhh.” Cody broke into a smile. “No more moral high ground for you, Mr. MacDonald.”

“You’ve corrupted me thoroughly, Mr. Bellstrom. Thank God.”

One more tight hug, one more sweet kiss, and Cody was out the door.

Phineas leaned against it with a dreamy smile, then floated into his bedroom and opened his closet door. “Aha, there you are.”

He pulled out his sparkly red Phanny Hill gown and hugged it to his chest.

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About the Author

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After years of hearing characters chatting away in her head, award-winning author CJane Elliott finally decided to put them on paper and hasn’t looked back since. A psychotherapist by training, CJane writes sexy, passionate LGBTQ romances that explore the human psyche. CJane has traveled all over North America for work and her characters are travelers, too, traveling down into their own depths to find what they need to get to the happy ending.

CJane is bisexual and an ardent supporter of LGBTQ equality. In her spare time, CJane can be found dancing, listening to music, or watching old movies. Her family supports her writing habit by staying out of the way when they see her hunched over, staring intensely at her laptop.

CJane is the author of the award-winning Serpentine Series, New Adult contemporary novels set at the University of Virginia. Serpentine Walls was a 2014 Rainbow Awards finalist, Aidan’s Journey was a 2015 EPIC Awards finalist, and Sex, Love, and Videogames won first place in the New Adult category in the 2016 Swirl Awards and first place in Contemporary Fiction in the 2017 EPIC eBook Awards. Her contemporary novel All The Way To Shore was runner up for best bisexual fiction in the 2017 Rainbow Awards.

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Blog Tour: High Heat by Annabeth Albert

High Heat | Annabeth Albert

Hotshots #2

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Release Date: July 27, 2020

Imprint: Carina Press

Length: 352 pages

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Smoke jumping is Garrick Nelson’s life. Nothing, not severe injuries nor the brutal physical therapy that follows, is going to stop him from getting back with his crew. But when a lost dog shows up on his front porch, he can’t turn her away, and he can’t take care of her on his own.

Thankfully, help comes in the form of his new sexy, dog-loving neighbor. As they work together, trying to re-home their little princess, Garrick can’t resist his growing attraction for the other man, even though he knows this guy isn’t the staying type.

Rain Fisher doesn’t take anything too seriously. He dances through life, one adventure at a time, never settling in one place for too long. When his hot, conveniently buff, neighbor shows up on his doorstep, dog in tow, Rain’s determined to not just save the adorable puppy, but her reluctant owner as well. He never expects their flirtation might tempt him into stay put once and for all…

Danger lurks everywhere for Central Oregon’s fire crews, but the biggest risk of all might be losing their hearts.

Don’t miss the Hotshots series from Annabeth Albert: Burn Zone, High Heat, and Feel the Fire.

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Emerging from the bathroom, he pulled up short in front of the bed where a very happy, very sleepy Cookie was lounging against his pillows.

“Hey! I thought I told you to lie on your bed.”

Thump. Thump. Wagging her tail, she gave him a canine grin.

“That’s the people bed. Yours is over there.” He pointed at her bed. “Go lie down.”

Helpfully, she scooted over about ten inches but oth­erwise didn’t seem inclined to budge.

“Five minutes, okay? Five minutes and then you’re going to your bed.” Sitting next to her, he adjusted the bed’s angle. Replacing his previous cheap king set with this setup had been a bit of a splurge, but it beat the rental hospital bed he’d had at his dad’s. He was a big guy. He needed his space. And he was not prepared to share that space with a stubborn pooch.

“Go lay down,” he tried again after giving her some pats, but all she did was move to the foot of the other side of the bed. Yawning and out of energy, he was no match for a stubborn dog. “Fine, fine. Let’s not tell Rain that you rejected his bed selection.”

Usually nights were hard—his pain level tended to spike at night in unpredictable ways, his sleep could be fitful, and his mind raced through hundreds of dismal scenarios. He’d never had an anxiety problem before the accident, but lately, calming down at night was particu­larly problematic. If he was physically exhausted, it was easier, but then physical tiredness tended to mean more pain, which meant more sleeplessness, which meant more time for worries to charge back up.

But that night he didn’t even need to play on his phone and was asleep even before he could try again to get Cookie to move. The next thing he knew it was morning—and not crack-of-dawn morning either, but a sunny eight o’clock. A banging noise was coming from the front door.

Had to be Rain come to walk the dog. And sure enough, his phone was full of several missed messages from Rain asking about a time to come over.

“Coming,” he hollered. Hell. No time to get dressed. Letting Cookie lead the way, he used the crutches to get as far as the wheelchair, then switched to the faster method to get to the door.

“Oh, good! You survived the night!” Rain greeted him cheerily. “And uh—wow. Um. You need me to wait a minute?”

Rain’s gaze was riveted to Garrick’s chest in a blatantly appreciative way he hadn’t experienced in months. Damn. Felt good. Too good. And his shorts were hardly designed to conceal his body’s reaction to Rain’s attention if his dick decided to power up like it had last night. Abruptly, he spun away from the door. “Come on in. Sorry. We slept late. Like ten hours. I can’t believe it. That never happens to me.”

“You must have needed it. Did Cookie stay in her bed all night?”

“She stayed quiet,” Garrick hedged, not wanting to hurt his feelings by telling him Cookie had rejected the bed but also not wanting to outright lie either. “She must have needed the rest too. You want to take her out? I’ll find both a shirt and her medication while you’re gone.”

“Sounds great.” Rain bounced on the balls of his feet before fetching the leash from the key rack where he’d hung it the night before. His hair was still up, but messier than the day before, and he was wearing silver shorts and a close-fitting pink T-shirt with several members of that pony show Garrick’s sister’s kids liked, and Squad Goals written under the ponies in swirly script.

“No job interview today?”

“Nope. Didn’t want Miss Cookie feeling bad about being the only one in pink. I figured we could match. And I told you. I like it.” Rain’s eyes were defiant, daring Garrick to object.

“Hey, you wear what you want to wear.”

Without coffee on board, he was struggling to sound support­ive and not lecherous, because damn. Rain looked good in pink, all warm and glowing. It made his eyes more golden, and somehow the contrast with his sharp jaw did all sorts of interesting things to Garrick’s insides. While his taste in partners could be eclectic, the one unifying feature was usually confidence, because there were few things sexier than a fearless person who knew themselves and what they wanted. He’d already noted Rain’s innate confidence the day before, and today’s outfit choice only made him that much more appealing.

“Good.” Rain clipped the leash to Cookie’s collar. “We’ll be back.”

While they were gone, Garrick found a T-shirt of his own, black and plain because he didn’t have the same need for sparkle as Rain, but man, did he appreciate glam in people who enjoyed it. As he made the coffee, he watched Rain and Cookie coming up the sidewalk at a decent trot, Rain’s mouth moving like he was talking to the dog. Cute. So damn cute. And so very off-limits.

Copyright © 2020 by Annabeth Albert

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About the Author

Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter.  In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

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Release Blitz: Just Sign Here by Cara Dee

Just Sign Here | Cara Dee

A Camassia Cove Novel

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Release Date: July 21st, 2020

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I never intended to be a Daddy. Well…not that kind anyway.

Fate had other plans, and this tantrum-throwing, heart-melting toddler is now mine to raise. As the CEO of a multinational hotel chain, I’m used to people taking orders from me, but that is not on her to-do list. No matter how much I love her, being a parent to Julia is not the joy and delight portrayed on social media. Then I hear his voice on the radio. Peyton Scott. I rejoice that someone out there gets it, and I will stop at nothing to have him under me. Professionally, naturally.

All right, it’s possible I can’t resist going further.

The terms of his employment are a little…unconventional. But if Peyton signs on the dotted line, I believe I can give him all the things he never knew he needed. He’ll help me learn how to be a better daddy to my little girl, and I’ll teach him how to be the best Little Boy for his Daddy.

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Four men and women staffed the long check-in counter, and I cocked my head at a fifth who appeared from an office in the back. His suit was tailored to fit his body; it was more than just a uniform. He smiled crookedly at something one of the women said, then nodded and proceeded to touch base with the others.

It had to be Peyton, in which case… Fucking hell, he was a beautiful young man. Striking, truly. Green eyes, hair darker than my own, but untidier, a lovely swimmer’s body… I wondered what he’d look like on his knees, peering up at me with those gorgeous eyes and my come staining his lips.

I cleared my throat and curbed the image. Those urges had no place in my life anymore.

I did hope he was single, though. Working for me would take him away from Seattle for long periods of time, and a wife or girlfriend could easily get in the way of any amount of money I offered him.

Even his posture was perfect. He smiled politely as I approached, and he kept his hands clasped behind his back.

“Welcome to the International, sir,” the young woman next to Peyton greeted. “Do you have an early check-in?”

I slid her a quick, courteous smile before returning my attention to Peyton. “I believe it’s you I’m looking for. Are you Peyton Scott?”

His brows lifted a fraction, curiosity evident in his expression. “I am. How may I assist you?”

Don’t ask that question.

“It’s a private matter,” I replied.

“Ah.” He gestured toward the nearest seating area. “I will be right with you, sir. May I offer you coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, thank you.” On the way over to a set of plush couches, I adjusted my tie and cuff links, ready to use my charm if I had to. One way or another, I wanted to recruit him. Perhaps he would make a terrific assistant, given his job here. But first and foremost, I wanted to see how he would interact with my daughter.

He joined me shortly after and took a seat across from me after setting a cup of coffee on the table for me.

The problem with hotel lobbies—they were too big for private conversations, and the furniture was positioned too far apart.

“I heard you on the radio the other day.” I leaned forward and took a sip of the coffee. Too bland. “Not your history show,” I clarified. “You spoke about parenting.”

“Oh.” He shifted in his seat, unsure of where I was going with this. Perhaps wondering how I’d found him. “Was there a problem, sir?”

“On the contrary,” I said. “I work in the hotel business myself, and I wanted to discuss the possibility of recruiting you.”

His forehead creased, and he tilted his head. “Based on a radio show about parenthood?”

I flashed him a smile. “I have a daughter and could relate to everything you said. It made me want to meet with you. What your position would be with me depends on you. I need a personal assistant, and I need help with my daughter.” I cleared my throat and gave him the shortest explanation possible. “Right now, I have a nanny who travels with me. It’s a temporary solution. However, if I were to find an assistant with as great parenting skills as you seem to have, one who could develop a good relationship with the nanny too—”

“I apologize for interrupting, sir, but I fear you might’ve made a mistake,” he said uncertainly. “I’m not what most would qualify as a good parent, and I know for certain that I won’t be invited back to that show. Sharon was livid with me afterward.”

If anything, it made my desire to hire him grow tenfold. “I’m not looking for what’s already out there. I’ve spent weeks discarding resumés from nannies who aren’t half as honest as you are. And I suppose that’s what it boils down to. The honesty. I want to be able to see my daughter at the end of the day and know she’s been in the hands of someone who sees raising her for what it is. The dirtiest job on the planet.”

Peyton’s mouth twisted up slightly. “Is she that bad?”

“At the moment? She’s worse.”

“How old is she?”

“She’ll be three in September. Nothing works. She can love something for five seconds and then declare it’s the worst thing in the world. Her tantrums—I won’t go there. But I feel as if I’ve tried everything at this point. From disciplining her to ignoring her when she starts screaming, from rewarding good behavior to distracting her from whatever’s making her mad.”

Peyton let out a low whistle.

“Does this mean you’re alone with her?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t going into why. We didn’t know each other well enough for that.

“So, let me get this straight,” he said, facing me full on. “You’re looking for a PA who will be with you by day, all while maintaining a close relationship with the other nanny, and then by night, the PA dons the nanny cap. You want someone to stay with you literally twenty-four seven. Who would agree to that?”

“Someone young and driven,” I responded. “Someone who wouldn’t mind putting their own life on hold for a year or two while securing their future financially.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. A fucking adorable sight. “Who are you?”

Ah. Perhaps I should’ve introduced myself sooner. No matter. I reached forward and extended a hand. “Edward Delamare. Reluctant heir of Westwater Hotels.”

30571674_1611227465621949_3667620277979709440_oAbout the Author

I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together.

I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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