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Release Blitz: The Lucky Cat by L M Somerton

The Lucky Cat | L M Somerton

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Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Louisa Maggio

Release Date: September 1, 2020

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 60,343 words / 241 pages

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Antiques and ammunition do not mix well.

The antique trade is not known for its life or death excitement and Landry Carran is happy that he has to contend only with furniture polish, woodworm and his irascible boss. He gets all the thrills he needs at his favorite BDSM club, Scorch.

Detective Gage Roskam is hunting stolen jewels taken from a Tokyo exhibition then shipped to Seattle. Mired in a deadly race involving the Yakuza, an enigmatic Englishman and too many indecipherable clues, he doesn’t have time to indulge in Dominant fantasies.

When their worlds collide, neither Landry nor Gage expects things to get quite as complicated—or dangerous—as they do. When Landry steps into the path of some powerful, ruthless people, it’s up to Gage to protect him. Along the way they might just discover what they both need.

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Sometimes there were advantages to being vertically challenged. Landry, his ass sticking out from under a seventeenth-century folding card table, paused to contemplate other occasions when his five-feet-six-inch stature had been of benefit. Not when attempting to get served at his favorite leather bar, though getting squished between all those black-clad hunks was always bearable. He snorted. Not when reaching for his preferred brand of chips at the market, which were always on the top shelf. Put there, he was sure, by the snotty assistant manager as revenge for Landry turning down his offer of a quick blow job in the staff restroom. As if. Never at family meals when he got to sit between his older twin brothers like a blond munchkin between two extras from Vikings. He reversed, wiggling his back end to avoid a willow-patterned platter balancing on a brass coal scuttle. His knees ached and he’d banged his elbow on a cast-iron fireguard, but he had rescued the battered cannonball making an escape attempt beneath teetering piles of stock.

“Well, there’s a pretty sight.”

“Hey!” Landry went for indignant rather than flattered. He tried to get up too soon and banged his head on solid, woodworm-free oak. “Fuck me!” He finally made it to open air and scrambled to his feet, rubbing his already messy hair into further disarray.

“Is that a request?”

Landry looked up…and up…into a pair of twinkling pale-blue eyes. The customer, because that was who Landry guessed the newcomer must be, was drop-dead, my-ass-is-yours gorgeous and he was grinning. Well, smirking.

“Funny man. What can I help you with, sir?” Landry gritted his teeth and remembered that Mr. Lao, his boss, would swat him like a bug if he snarked at a potential patron. Though, on this occasion, it might be worth it to mess with the man.

“Another leading question.”

Landry rolled his eyes. Black hair, blue eyes and a stubbled, chiseled chin did not equate to a free pass. “The massage parlor is three doors down, just before St. Peter’s. You can get a full-body whatever then confess all in the space of an hour.” He made an ineffective attempt to brush dust from the knees of his ripped black jeans. Blue Eyes reached into his jacket and produced a wallet, which he opened to display a Seattle PD badge and ID card.

“Gage Roskam. Is your boss around?”

Landry was more turned on than intimidated by the badge. Cop plus handcuffs equaled sexy time. Every cop he’d ever met had had a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude and a natural bent for control—just the type of man Landry liked to mess with. He batted his lashes. “And what makes you think I’m not the boss?”

“You’re not a sixty-eight-year-old Chinese guy by the name of Jian Lao?”

“Very observant, Officer. All that training paid off.” Landry put an extra bit of swing into his hips as he walked toward the cash desk at the rear of the shop.

“Putting your tax dollars to work, brat.”

“Hey! Aren’t you supposed to call me sir, what with you being a public servant and all?”

“In your dreams, and you should show more respect for law enforcement.”

“Gonna make me?”

“You’re lucky I’m on duty or I’d bend you over the nearest flat surface and give you the spanking you’re begging for.”

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Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

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Release Blitz: People Like Us by Ruby Moone

People Like Us | Ruby Moone

Winsford Green Stories #2

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Release Date: July 21st, 2020

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Arthur Fitch clawed his way out of the violence and poverty of the slums of London to become a valet to the aristocracy. His ambition to secure a higher position led him to a disastrous appointment with a cold, brutal man, and when things come to a head, Arthur is forced to flee into a snowstorm to find safety.

Joseph Wilkinson is the Winsford Green blacksmith. He has a good life, good friends, owns a thriving business, but at the end of the day when he goes home, loneliness consumes him. When he stumbles upon a small man determinedly trudging through the snowstorm, he invites him into his home to shelter.

Arthur Fitch is older, smart-mouthed, and as prickly as hell. But, as Joe peels back the layers, he discovers a warm, funny, vulnerable man whose tastes in the bedchamber leave Joe gasping and desperate for more.

Trouble is, having found the real Arthur Fitch, how can he convince him that life in a small town can be infinitely better than working for an Earl? That love really is possible for people like them? Particularly when Arthur’s past catches up with him in horrifying fashion.

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Arthur Fitch drifted into awareness slowly. He was warm. Deliciously warm. He rubbed his face against the pillow, sighed, and the warm body behind him shifted with him. He smiled and hummed happily as he eased his way up through the layers of sleep. When he moved, he groaned. Every part of him seemed to ache. Including his head. He stretched out his legs and the body behind him moved again.

Arthur froze. Body? Body behind him? Body in bed with him…?

His eyes shot open, blinking rapidly. Where in God’s name was he? It was a completely unfamiliar room, unfamiliar bed, and … and … he swallowed and turned his head to the side. A completely unfamiliar man. Who, at that moment, opened outrageously blue eyes and looked at him.

Arthur let out a wild yell and leaped from the bed.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded as he stumbled to his feet. His legs were like water. He grabbed his swimming head with one hand and clutched at the bed post with another as he almost overbalanced.

His blue-eyed bed companion sat up. Dear… sweet …. God. He was magnificent. Huge, muscled shoulders. Pronounced collar bones peeping through the open neck of his night shirt. Shaggy hair the colour of autumn, and an untamed beard.

And he was young.

The man threw back the covers and stood on the opposite side of the bed. “Don’t you remember?” His voice was deep, husky rumble.

“Remember what?” His own voice had become a shriek. “What did you do to me?”

The man took a step back, wariness edging into his blue gaze. Christ, they were so blue.

“I didn’t do anything. I rescued you from the snow.”

Arthur looked around with his mouth open. He was used to being surrounded by the finest things money could buy. Working with the most respected and envied men of the upper ten thousand. Why the hell was he in some poky, rustic, shabby … Did that man have an erection? He stared at the man’s groin. There was definitely some stirring visible. He looked at him and raised a quelling brow. The man flushed, put a hand over himself, and glared at him. Dark brows pulling down.

“You walked from the Abbey in the snow. I brought you in and warmed you up. That’s all. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“My good man, I …” Arthur began, at his most haughty, then hesitated. Memories crowded in. Snow. Cold. More snow and so cold he thought he might die. He held onto his head as it all came flooding back. The giant had indeed saved him from the snow and probably saved his life.

He cleared his throat.

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On Christmas Eve, Dylan, the man of James Pell-Charnley’s dreams, is on the point of walking out. Then they hear the faint strains of a waltz in the library of the empty abbey. The music is said to be heard only by those truly in love, and it gives James the courage to tell Dylan the story.

In December 1841, Lord Hugo Pell-Charnley is in a terrible mess. The youngest son of the late Marquis, youngest brother of the incumbent, never felt to fit. When his life comes crashing down, and his life and his family are threatened, he is forced to face his elder brother and confess his deepest secret. When he arrives at Winsford Abbey he finds he must also confront the shame from his past in the form of Lyndon Cross. The boy he’d loved but betrayed in school.

As they clear the ghosts from the past, they dance in each other’s arms in the library to the soft strains of the waltz, but long buried secrets threaten to destroy their happiness.
Two hundred years later, can those dances long forgotten give James and Dylan the courage to hold on to love?

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My name is Ruby Moone and I love books. All kinds of books. My weakness is for romance, and that can be any kind, but I am particularly fond of historical and paranormal. I decided to write gay romance after reading some fantastic books and falling in love with the genre, so am really thrilled to have my work published here.

The day job takes up a lot of my time, but every other spare moment finds me writing or reading. I live in the north west of England with my husband who thinks that I live in two worlds. The real world and in the world in my head…he probably has a point!

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Cover Reveal: His Ranch Hand by Deanna Wadsworth

His Ranch Hand | Deanna Wadsworth

Western Passions #1

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Release Date: August 17th, 2020

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Cowboys don’t cry.

West of the Pecos, if a man shows a vulnerable side, his last glimpse of this life might be at the end of a barrel.

Cowboy and drifter, Myron Poste shrouds his life in mystery, carefully following a strict code to stay alive. Fellow ranch hand Cade Buchanan is big, hairy, and strong—not the sort of man to trifle with.

One fateful night while driving a herd of Longhorns north to Santa Fe, Cade confronts Myron. With the swiftness of a West Texas wind, desire seizes control and a passionate affair begins. Pride has always held Myron back, but he can no longer deny his submissive nature when Cade gives him just what he craves—pure, lustful dominance.

When the drive ends, they must part ways. Will the memories of their untamed passion under the big Texas sky be powerful enough to reunite them?

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“Is this what you really want?” Myron asked.

“Yes,” Cade insisted. “I want you to come live with me, build a home and a life with me. We could have a chance there, like you said. No one will bother us if we’re careful.”

“You can’t know that.” Myron wanted to give in to this dream, but there were realities, and things he needed written in stone before he let his mind accept this, though he feared his heart already had. “What if someone finds out?”

“Then we head to north or father west if we have to. We’ll protect each other.”

The determination in Cade’s tone gave him pause. “You won’t cut and run on me?”

“I don’t think so,” Cade said honestly. “At least, I don’t wanna. But we can’t predict the future. You might cut and run on me.”

Myron grabbed his hand. “Never. I might’ve been planning to get an itch scratched, but I wasn’t going to give away a kiss.”

“You wasn’t?”

“No.” He glanced around before whispering, “Those are all yours.”

Cade’s gaze locked on Myron’s lips, his breathing as heavy as Myron’s groin. He stepped closer, and Myron clung to his squeezing hand. “All mine.”

Myron trembled from the intensity in his expression. “I want to believe you, but this is dangerous for my heart. After everything…”

“I won’t hurt you.”

Myron let out a weary sigh. “You already have and now… well?” He studied his boots, not releasing his hand, but disliking how torn up he felt inside. Laying his heart open was much harder than giving away his body. “You’ve made a habit of changing your mind on me. I can’t go through that again, not after you’ve promised me a dream. If you mean this, that you want to build a life with me, then you can’t go back on your word, Buchanan. I can’t go through this heartache again.”

Cade cupped his cheek, and Myron knew he would never tire of such tender touches. “I can’t deny I still got doubts and worries in my head. All I can do is promise to work on quieting them every day. ’Cause even though I’m afraid of what could happen, I want you in my life, Myron. I don’t ever wanna lose you again. My heart’s been achin’ too.”

Myron closed his eyes and melted into the moment, Cade’s touch the only thing keeping him upright. Before—when he doubted men could ever share more than lust—he’d told himself men loving each other had to be fiction. A fanciful notion. Now he realized he’d convinced himself of that because he never thought he’d get to savor the devotion and love of another man.

Yet now, against all odds, Cade wanted him, wanted to build a life together.

Cade stroked Myron’s freshly shaven face with his thumb until Myron opened his eyes. He was so close his eyes crossed a little looking at him. Cade offered an encouraging smile, caressing his jaw. “Maybe we should go up to the loft. Someone could come by.”

Myron nodded, the risk of discovery more powerful than his need to have all Cade’s intentions laid bare just then. “Yes, let’s.”

They extinguished the lantern, and then gathered his bedroll and climbed the ladder to the hayloft. He wondered if and hoped Cade was looking at his ass as he climbed up in front of him. When they reached the top, Cade smartly pulled the ladder up with them.

You’re a fool, Poste. He’s saying everything you want to hear, but he’ll run tomorrow.

In the secluded, straw-littered loft, the moonlight snuck in from a tiny window and illuminated Cade’s face. His gaze was open, honest like it had been on the riverbank when he’d gazed deep into Myron’s soul as he laid claim and mastery over his body.

Still unable to believe Cade had completely changed his mind, he licked and rolled his lips. His heart and body were ready to bet everything on this gamble, but his mind had to check his hand.

“Cade?” He hesitated, wringing his hands and looking over their surroundings. A few bales of hay created a nook where they could lay and indulge, but before he accepted this wild unbelievable plan, he had something he needed to say.

How can I say this?

Cade offered a smile. “If you have something you need to get off your chest, I’ll listen.”

He took a deep breath. Best to start at the beginning. “That night by the fire, made me realize how much I like… certain things. Actually, how much I might, um… need them.”

He cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean, Poste?”

The use of his surname brought a level of seriousness into the conversation, and the ardor cooled. Myron’s heart pounded. “This isn’t easy to say,” he began, slipping his hat off and rubbing the back of his neck. “But it’s mighty important, I think.”

“Since when do you have trouble telling me exactly what you want?” He stepped closer and cupped Myron’s face with both hands, the touch so tender. “You were very specific on that night.”

He closed his eyes and savored the feel of Cade’s calloused thumbs brushing across his cheek bones. He’d never been so plain and open with a man as he’d been with Cade, but he’d yet to clarify his deepest desires, exposing his truest self.

“I like you without a beard,” Cade said. Then he trailed a finger down the bridge of his nose. “So much.”

Myron trembled, remembering how much Cade liked his freckles too. “I like you with and without.” He placed his hands on Cade’s strong arms, willing some of that strength to imbibe him with courage. He trembled and his cock stirred as he soaked up Cade’s nearness. Myron’s mouth parted for a kiss….

Stay focused! He took a deep, steadying breath.

“Tell me what it is you want, Myron. I promise to give it to you, if I can.”

“Sometimes I feel like I need a firm hand,” he finally whispered, eyes still closed and face down, the confession easier without being under the scrutiny of those piercing blue eyes.

“A firm hand? What do you mean?”

“I think you know.” Myron kneaded his arms, and risked a glance up. “Least I hope you do. And, I think, that you like to take a firm hand.”

Cade’s eyes widened, seeming bigger and brighter without the beard.

Myron bravely forged ahead. “What we’ve done so far… well? It’s been wonderful, and I liked it… very much. But sometimes I dream about being held down and… um… taken rough.” As he whispered the last word, his face flamed.

“You do,” Cade stated rather than asked.

“A-and… the way you struck me. I needed that too.”

Cade cocked his head to the side. “You needed it?”

“Yes, and I don’t rightly understand why myself,” he admitted, grateful for the dark. “But I do remember when I first discovered I might want… something like that.”

“Tell me?”

He mustered his courage and looked up, adoring how he had to crane his neck when they stood this close. “When I was young, I saw a boy punished once, spanked on his bare ass. He was so humiliated, but it roused my blood. That may have been when it all started,” he said hesitantly, and the openness in Cade’s expression urged him to press on. “Then just after the war, I saw a whore being spanked on a stage. At first, I was afraid for her.”

He shifted his hands to Cade’s chest, kneading lightly. “The man doing it was very big, and she was so helpless. She was bound so she couldn’t get away. Everyone was cheering, but she was crying. Our eyes met across the crowd, a-and she smiled at me. I suddenly realized she wanted to be treated that way.” He closed his eyes, seeing it all again, blood pounding. “Then this queer notion came over me that I wanted to be her, I wanted that man to put me over his lap and spank me, but harder. Maybe tie me down then fuck me…” His voice choked off and it surprised him when Cade’s chapped lips claimed his.

Cade drew back from the kiss, stroking his cheeks, down his neck to massage his shoulders. A great weight of shame lifted off Myron at the gentle touch, but not so much as when Cade whispered, “I understand. I do. Because I wanna be that man, just as much as you wanna be that whore.”

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Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010.

When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. An avid reader, she also loves gardening, cooking, music, and dancing. Often she can be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind.

Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

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