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Release Blitz: Loverman by BD Roca

Loverman | BD Roca

A Sydney Stories Novel


Release Date: November 12th, 2020

Length: 70,500 words

Universal link: mybook.to/loverman

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A rock star hiding a vicious crime.

A billionaire’s son fighting for his own identity.

Kemp Lansey and Charles Durant, once stepbrothers. One, now a famous singer. The other, a renowned photographer. Reunited after eight years, Kemp tells himself that it’s just sex—fierce, damned near bloodletting sex.

Sex and a mutual understanding.

Kemp doesn’t want Charles’ millions.

Charles doesn’t want Kemp’s fame and glory.

Kemp tells himself he can have their new relationship, as long as Charles never finds out Kemp is guarding someone else’s secrets—secrets that drove them apart all those years ago. Secrets that could tear apart the life of someone Kemp loves. Secrets that could end their relationship.

Kemp walked away once. He should walk away again.

All he has to do is hide the truth from Charles.

Because Charles can’t know. Can he?


Five minutes later Charles was dragging the curtains over stable’s windows. Kemp hit Silent on his phone.

He doubted they’d even hear Dylan and Ben arrive, not at the main house. Grabbing the stables had been genius, but right now, Kemp had more interesting things to think about, like the man standing across the room from him, slowly stripping free of his clothes. Kemp shut down his phone, leaned back against one scrubbed brick wall, and watched the show.

“Long evening,” he remarked.

Charles grinned. It was a rare sight, that open, wide grin, and Kemp drank it in even when he knew, awareness scratching like fiend at the back of his mind, that a discussion awaited them back in Sydney, one about his toxic fucking mother, money, and ownership.

But he hadn’t gotten this far, survived Maxine’s glory years and the Palm Beach years and that horror and every other fucking thing before fame and fortune came along, ready and ripe, without being able to compartmentalise, and he was compartmentalising right now like a goddamn Olympic champion.

“Endless,” Charles agreed, on a low husky breath. That grin again. “Especially when you began on the Janis Joplin best-of.”

“My interpretation of ‘Me and Bobby McGee’ was out of this world.”

“It was only bettered by your styling of ‘Son of a Preacher Man.’”

“What can I say?” Kemp strolled across the room, slid the last button on his shirt free, and dropped it to the floor. Charles’ gaze slid over his chest, down the sliver of dark hair that arrowed into his hip-hugging jeans. “Janis and Dusty got me through many a rough night.”

Which wasn’t far from the truth. A memory flashed: he and Viva in the pre-Durant days, huddled in the living room of the shitty flat Maxine was renting back then, Maxine out clubbing in the a.m. with fuck-who-knew, Dusty Springfield playing on YouTube while Viva told him how she was going to make incredible movies one day. And Kemp had listened and worked his way around the catalogues of all the great classic singers and spun his own dreams. Who the hell had Charles had to tell his dreams to? Share his heroes with? No family, no siblings, no friends he could trust. The loneliness of it cut Kemp up deep inside. It gutted him.

If he let himself think about it too deeply, he’d let himself realise that it always had.


About The Author

BD Roca grew up in Brisbane, Australia and still misses the scent of frangipani and living in funky old Queensland houses.

When not writing, she enjoys yoga, and the occasional glass of pinot, although not in combination. She can be reached at bdroca.author@gmail.com

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My favourite so far in this excellent rock band romance series

Starting From Here 500Starting From Here by Lane Hayes

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Definitely my favourite one so far in this excellent rock band based series from Lane.

Part second chances, part fake relationship and redemption, this narrative oozes with feelings and incandescent emotional vulnerability between Declan and Tegan.

Former best friends who were turned into ‘enemies’ through manipulation and bad feelings, Lane skilfully navigates their relationship development while they’re on tour with their respective bands and I was rooting for them from the off.

While this book can be read as a standalone, I wouldn’t recommend it because there would be some of the subtle layers missing from the previous books.

I really appreciated how both Tegan and his band mate and best friend Justin slowly realised Declan wasn’t an enemy and that the drama was kept to a level which totally worked within the story.

Tegan and Declan reconnection came with loads of hot angry sex, something which Lane writes so very well.

But even from the first fraught encounter there is more there than just lust. The sense of something previous, a past that hasn’t been forgotten in spite of all the efforts to do so.

I loved these two so much, I wanted them to forgive the hurts and admit that they still wanted each other but they needed to go on their own individual journey first.

When they do start that process though my heart was singing along and I was smiling throughout.

There’s subtle humour laced with the feelings, the two bands mesh together into a substitute family and Tegan’s own family also has an important role to play.

I loved his parents just from the small glimpses we get. Declan’s mum isn’t as instantly likeable but I also understood her motivations.

The Epilogue is all ends up awesome and I’m dying to find out who book four will be about (the sneak peek isn’t in the ARC).

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review.

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Release Blitz: Second Song by Edie Danford

Second Song | Edie Danford

Sugarhouse Blues Series

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Genre: MM Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 07.10.19

Cover Designer: Natasha Snow

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 Amazon US:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Y982YV6




A wounded singer’s second act. A bodyguard’s redemption. Two grieving souls find healing in love’s sweetest song.


Four years ago, a brutal attack shot down my soaring music career. My bodyguard, a man I loved like a brother, was killed, and serious injuries left my voice permanently damaged.

Songs silenced, I retreated to my Vermont home, unsure I’d ever perform again.

Now I’m ready to go public with my new act. But, yeah, I’m a little nervous. So to handle security for a trial-run tour, I’m hiring a guy I trust absolutely—Antonio Callan, my former bodyguard’s brother.

But when Antonio shows up, all super-chill fierceness and warm, understanding eyes, I’m up against an unexpected risk—losing my heart.


Touring backwoods bars with a reclusive singer is the wrong gig at the wrong time. But how can I refuse the wounded kid my brother thought of as family?

After a week in Vermont, I’m feeling more helpless than heroic.

Sage has grown up, and I’m crazy-attracted to him. His broken-but-beautiful voice knocks me out, and his quiet courage sings to my soul. The more time we spend in close quarters, the harder it becomes to resist our attraction.

Soon, Sage’s second act is rocketing to the top of the charts, and being his hero takes on a whole new meaning. It’s up to me to take his cue and find the courage to reach for a star.

Second Song is the first in the two-book Sugarhouse Blues series and can be read as a stand-alone. Contains angsty-hot pining (and Vermont pines), first-time lovin’, sappy songs (and Vermont maples), and the healing power of loooooove.

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I work on my new song, take a shower, try to nap.

None of it relaxes me. There’s a good chance I might be overthinking what might or might not happen on tonight’s date. But I’m a twenty-three-year-old virgin who has never been out with a guy for real, so maybe I need to give myself a break?

I’m stewing over restaurant ratings and debating whether I should text Antonio and ask what he’d like for dinner—such a reasonable thing to do—when my phone pings with a text notification. It’s from Antonio. He’s here a little early. My dick perks and my mouth gets dry. My palms are sweaty and rubbing them on my jeans doesn’t help.

God, I’m a mess. Luckily, this won’t be a shocker to my visitor.

I lurch to the door and open it, vibrating as I hang on to the doorframe and look down the hall toward the bank of elevators.

There’s a soft chime and my dick pokes at my jeans, Pavlov’s drooling, panting dog. Two seconds later, he’s heading my direction. He doesn’t notice me because he’s looking at his phone.

He’s back to his Antonio uniform—dark jeans, boots, and what looks like a black sweater under his open jacket. And, oh shit. It’s a biker jacket. Black leather, of course, but battered to gray in spots and slim-fitting, clinging to his big arms and his slender torso.

I’m totally gonna steal it.

And then I’m gonna steal him. My hands clench with the need to rip it all off him, even as my brain screams, “Dude is waaaaaay too hot for you, Sage.”

“Shut up,” I mutter.

He glances up. When he sees me, he smiles.

He shoves his phone in his pocket and runs his hand over his hair. I like the new, stylish cut, but if I had my way, it would be longer, messier. If you’ve got hair that’s thick and silky and wavy and black as night, why not have more of it?

“Hey,” he says. “Hallway lurker. What are you doing?”

When he reaches me, he puts his hands on my waist and pushes me back slowly, the smile not only on his mouth, but in his eyes.

I inhale as I step back into the suite. Damp cotton and leather. City. Antonio. The blend overpowers all the flowery hotel scents, and I love it.


“Mmmm.” His head dips, and he kisses me as he shuts the door behind us.

I think he means it to be a fast kiss hello, but when I grip the thick, smooth leather of his collar, I get another kiss. A tiny bit of tongue this time, a deeper breath. My hands linger on his neck—warm skin, impressive muscle. Kisses travel along my jaw and linger on my ear. He inhales again, breathing me in.

I’m dizzy now. I’ve forgotten all my worries, forgotten to say hello. My fingers are in his hair, rubbing at where it’s short, grabbing at where it’s longer. I turn my face and find his lips again, wanting his breath, his tongue, his sounds.

When he gives it all to me, I sob in relief and the kiss remixes into something hardcore. Our tongues can’t move fast enough, our teeth clash, but the beat is good, good, good.

His hands seek skin under my sweater, gripping the curve of my lower back before riding up to find the sensitive spots along my shoulder blades. I shudder.

“Sage. Baby. Damn.” He nibbles the words against my cheekbone, my eyebrow, my forehead. “Let’s get out of the entry. My coat…”

“Fuuuuck.” I take an unsteady step back. “Sorry. Hi.”

He chuckles, one hand sweeping over my hair as he shrugs out of the jacket. “It’s gonna be okay. But we need to slow down.”

“I was thinking speed might be nice.” There might be a slight whine in this comment.

He kisses my cheek. Speedily, but not the way I meant it.

“I’m going to hang this up.” He steps to the closet. “We’re going to take a moment to breathe. And then we’re going to have a conversation.” He glances at me as he hooks the jacket over a hanger.

“A conversation?”

“Yeah.” His smile makes his eyes crinkle. “That’s one of the things people do on a first date.”

About The Author

Edie Danford logo

Edie lives in Vermont with her husband, two sons, and random creatures that might or might not be pets.

She loves libraries (where she’s found play, work, and love since she was a kid), long walks (unless ice is involved), lewd language (in the right context), luscious romance (of any variety), and alliteration.

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