COVER REVEAL for Naughty Secret!!

I’m super happy to show this gorgeous new cover for my upcoming #erotic #secondchance #romance Naughty Secret, designed by ProBook Premade Covers 🙂

Blurb:

Ivy Stone is a young mother striving to make ends meet and provide for her little boy, whose father disappeared before he was born. She’s tired, and her sole dreams of a better future are for her son.

Alexander MacMillan Jr. never could forget about the gorgeous girl with whom he spent a wild night four years ago, but a pole dancer just wasn’t a match for the heir of a wealthy estate owner. Since he couldn’t have her, he drunkenly sought left and right, straight and gay, for a love that never happened.

When Alex’s father demands that he marry a woman to save the family name, and Alex discovers his naughty secret has started working for a millionaire neighbor, he quickly schemes for an arranged wedding at his birthday party. But will she accept to be his bride?

Put the book on your to-read shelf: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57020909-naughty-secret

New story Bride for Show submitted to publisher

After months of working on my new short story in spite of the trying corona situation, I’ve finally finished my short story Bride for Show and submitted it to my publisher in the hopes it will be accepted.

Blurb:

Ivy Stone is a young mother striving to make ends meet and provide for her little boy, whose father disappeared before he was born. She’s tired, and her sole dreams of a better future are for her son.

Alexander MacMillan Jr. never could forget about the gorgeous girl with whom he spent a wild night four years ago, but a pole dancer just wasn’t a match for the heir of a wealthy estate owner. Since he couldn’t have his Cinderella, he drunkenly sought left and right, straight and gay, for a love that never happened.

When Alex’s father demands that he marry a woman to save the family reputation, and Alex discovers his secret love has started working for a millionaire neighbor, he quickly schemes for an arranged wedding at his birthday party. But will she accept to be his bride?

The Scent of Memory (Green Rising 2) by Shari Elder

Congratulations to Shari Elder on your new release!


 

 

Twelve years ago, Marisol lost Aren. Now he’s back – pointing a gun at her head and treating her like a stranger.

Rebel hacker, Marisol Martinez, never thought volunteering to keep the hospital safe from cyborgs would lead her back to the man sabotage ripped from her arms. The man she swore to avenge by any means possible.

For over a decade, Cap protected the cyborgs under his command from every danger. Until he meets an insurgent, whose scent wreaks havoc on his control. She calls him Aren and insists she knows him. But she’s wrong. He has no past, no present, no future – only orders he’s programmed to complete.

Forced together, Marisol and Cap can’t resist the passion that keeps building between them.  With time running out, Marisol must use her computer skills to restore Aren’s memories or Cap will kill all subversives on the planet – starting with her.

 

Buy links

Evernight | Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Kobo

 

Excerpt

“I’ll take you there,” Marisol volunteered. “Follow me.” She rushed out of the room. He was by her side in seconds.

“Explain your interest in me.” He turned off his scent sensors to prevent himself from being sucked into the pungent turbulence of emotions spilling out in her aroma.

“We were to be married.” The gentle emotion vibrating in her voice stroked his remaining flesh like a caress. He shook it off. It was dangerous.

“Was it arranged?”

“No, we chose each other. We were living together when you were killed—abducted—after a mining accident.”

“We were intimate?” Heat roared through him. He shut it down reluctantly. He was starting to like the way he felt around her.

“You have no memories of me? Of us?” She blinked rapidly as though to force back tears threatening to spill.

He shook his head. “Cybercorp wipes our long-term memories. Periodically, a memory fragment may surface, but our systems are programmed to shut down if that occurs. If a cyborg suffers from too many of these recalls, he is decommissioned.”

“That’s brutal.”

“We’re brutal. You’d be wise to remember that.”

 

About the author

Hello, I’m Shari. By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid to class, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email.

At night, the other Shari emerges.  With a glass of wine by side, I curl up on the couch with my computer nestled in my lap and let my imagination play until stories take shape.  I also periodically check on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom. Once I’ve reassured myself she’s not plotting world domination, I pull out my alter ego, who definitely is.  As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.

In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can’t resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one.

 

Author Links

Web: http://sharielder.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Shari-Elder-Stories-541817856021514/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/ShariElder/e/B01IMME7K6?ref_=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000

Goodreads: Shari Elder (Author of Race to Redemption) | Goodreads

Twitter: @ShariElderBooks; or https://twitter.com/sharielderbooks

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/shari-elder

Night Song by E.D. Parr

Congratulations to E.D. Parr on your new release!


 

 

Twenty-five year old Oliver Honeycutt has no idea how handsome he is. He’s creative, brilliant at his job, and underused in the designer fashion store where he works. Behind the scenes, Oliver takes special care with orders for customer, rock star, Zane Highwood. When Zane is to be the main attraction in the store’s Christmas party, fashion show, Oliver hopes Zane will notice him.

Multi-millionaire, twenty-five year old, Noah Somersby, made his first million before he was twenty-one and now owns a number of casual-chic menswear stores. He’s a designer, gorgeous, and desperate to find a man who will love him for himself and not see dollar signs as they kiss.

Noah doesn’t often take the train into the city, but one rainy day he does, as he settles into a seat opposite Oliver, the two men exchange interested glances.

In fact, Noah is super attracted to Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous. As the store holiday season party approaches, can serendipity bring them together?

 

Buy links

On launch discount at Evernight only

Or find this gay romance on All Amazon sites

Smashwords / Bookstrand / Kobo / Barnes & Noble

 

Read a hot teaser

Noah read attraction in Oliver’s gaze. Desire raced over him. He wanted to go slow, but at the same time, he yearned for Oliver’s naked skin against his own, Oliver’s mouth on his, and a sigh escaped him.

Oliver must have sensed his need. He put his own coffee down next to Noah’s, then in a fluid move slipped his hand along Noah’s jaw and held the side of his neck. He whispered against Noah’s lips, and the tease of breath raised a tingle all the way down Noah’s chest.

“I suddenly want you to rush me. I want to rush you. I want to leap ahead as if we’ve seen each other lots. I want to strip you and have you naked in my arms.”

Noah’s cock shot into an erection. His eyes shut, heavy with lust, as he closed his fingers around Oliver’s and stormed his mouth with urgent kisses. He murmured between them, “I can’t think of anything I want more.” He let go of Oliver and opened the buttons on his shirt with trembling fingers. His entire body tensed as sexual need raced over him. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it beside him.

Oliver swept his hands over Noah’s chest and held his shoulders.

The passion in Oliver’s kiss took Noah’s breath away. He dragged Oliver’s t-shirt up. Then, remembering his hurt arm, he gentled his touch and kissed along the soft part of Oliver’s shoulder.

Oliver helped pull off his t-shirt.

The sight of Oliver’s muscled chest sent a pulse of sensation through Noah’s balls, and he ran his fingertips up and down Oliver’s skin. “It feels good to touch you.” Lust overwhelmed him. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed being with a man until then, and this was special. Touching Oliver let loose such intense desire, he swept his fingers down Oliver’s torso and plunged them into his jeans and underwear. He contacted the head of Oliver’s leaking cock, and his fingertips slipped on the pre-cum. He groaned with pleasure as Oliver held his face and kissed him hard.

Noah opened Oliver’s pants as he returned the delicious kiss. He pushed them and Oliver’s boxers down. Delight filled him as Oliver lifted his ass so that he could take them all the way down his thighs. His heart hammered. His cock leaked. His stomach tensed so tight his balls lifted. He moaned softly into the kiss as he grasped Oliver’s hard dick. Noah stroked a few times, his thumb circling the slippery pre-cum on the slit.

Oliver broke the kisses to breathe. “I want your pants off, too. Your hand on my cock is heaven.” He sighed against Noah’s mouth.

Copyright E. D. Parr 2020, Evernight Publishing

Author interview

Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

I write stories that pop into my head and hope that they will resonate with someone. I’d love to think that the love stories I write are what readers want. I don’t think there’s enough love in the world, but even so, my stories are character driven. I always have a happy ending. We all deserve one.

I like to think there’s originality in my work. When I look at the body of my work I see originality within the story plots, but the theme of finding love is always there.

Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?

I never plan my characters, but they’re there before I start the story. Somehow, I just know them. I generally love them, even if one or two of them are flawed. I think that’s a realistic portrayal of people. Who’s perfect after all and as long as they redeem themselves a little that works for me. They do develop but never stray from their initial imprint in my imagination.

What would you like readers to enjoy most about Night Song?

Well the heroes as characters, of course, the love scenes, and the way Noah persists in seeking out Oliver, but I’d love readers to enjoy the humor in the story, and the camaraderie between Oliver and his co-worker, Eddie. That’s where lots of the humor lies.

What are your upcoming projects?

I have an MM romance Sci-Fi releasing from Evernight Publishing January 21, 2021. It’s titled, Love in Danger.

The story is a gay romantic horror, heavy on the romance/love story between the two main characters to offset some of the Sci-Fi horror elements. I loved writing this story because for once, the lovers had already met and we meet them together as partners. I usually write stories that have the characters meeting and falling in love s this was a refreshing change for me as a writer.

Here’s the blurb for Love in Danger:

Centuries ago, the planet they cherished was conquered, but now three warriors from an ancient race of gifted beings intend to remedy that.

Lovers, handsome Corin JaKobi and gorgeous Marcus D’Ath are members of an elite planetary squad that rid the city sectors of the mysterious and dangerous Fallen.

When an old friend uncovers the true horrific nature of the elders in the organization they work for, anger at their duplicity drives Corin, Marcus, and rogue squadron hunter, Zeb to plan for the ruling group’s demise.

It won’t be easy, and when Marcus is captured and detained at the elders’ pleasure, Corin’s white-hot fury at the thought of losing the man he loves knows no bounds.

Will Corin get to his beloved, Marcus, in time to stop the horror that awaits him?

Can the warriors free the planet and return it to the lovely place it was before the aggressors arrived?

Find E. D. Parr on:

Evernight Publishing http://www.evernightpublishing.com/e-d-parr/

Twitter https://twitter.com/parr_books

Amazon page https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MUNJ3I8\

Blog https://parrx.blogspot.com

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/parrbooks/

Hunting Astrid by Thea Landen

Congratulations to Thea Landen on your new release!


 

 

Tabitha can have all she wants if she fights through Astrid’s simulated worlds. Can she successfully hunt her down?

Astrid Carlisle enjoys her job at Satera Industries, the massive interplanetary organization whose enigmatic leader is concerned with profits first and legalities second. Stationed at company headquarters, she can stay out of harm’s way while making good use of her programming skills and keen eye for talent acquisition. Unfortunately, both the busy nature of her work and her office’s remote location leave her feeling dissatisfied with her personal life.

Fresh out of the Central United Space Marines, Tabitha Knox is ready for change, hoping the next stage in her career can take place in the private sector. Employment with Satera Industries would offer her the exciting, fast-paced work she craves, with generous financial compensation to match. All she has to do is get through the rigorous screening process and prove her worth.

The two women meet during the early stages of Tabitha’s application, and their mutual attraction is instant. However, Astrid has been hurt in the past and is cautious about moving too quickly, leading her to devise a plan. She suggests the pair enter the simulations used to test applicants and fight their way through the various environments. If Tabitha can successfully track her down in each phase, she’ll win the ultimate prize: a lucrative job, plus Astrid’s trust and submission. Everything she wants is within reach, but will she be able to achieve her dreams while hunting Astrid?

 

Buy Link:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08MWVLHRX/

 

Excerpt:

A new idea began to take shape in Astrid’s mind. “If you’re so confident—which I do like about you, don’t get me wrong—do you want to make it interesting?”

Tabitha leaned forward, bracing her hands on the inside of her legs. “I live for interesting.”

“Then I think you’ll like my suggestion of what we should do the next time we get together.”

“Do share.”

Swiveling on the grass, Astrid turned to face her. “I’ll check our master calendar, and, on a quiet day, how about you and I go back to headquarters and run through a couple of missions in the simulator? A little friendly competition, if you will.”

“Huh.” Tabitha tapped her fingers together in front of her. “I thought you just helped design the simulations. I didn’t know you actually went in and played around in them.”

“Somebody’s got to test everything out.”

“Right. But I didn’t think you were—” She shook her head. “Never mind. You’re right. Your plan does sound interesting. But if you’ve worked with the simulations so many times before, won’t it give you an unfair advantage?”

“I won’t have any of my monitoring tools inside, and I’ll make sure we have all the same equipment. No cheating, I promise.” Lifting her chin, Astrid pretended to look her up and down, her lashes fluttering. “But if you don’t think you can beat me….”

Tabitha let out a loud laugh, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “Very cute attempt at baiting me, though I would have agreed to it, anyway.” Her hair tumbled over her shoulders as she leaned forward again. “So, what’s the prize if I win?”

Astrid straightened and held her arms out. “Me.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Please elaborate.”

The familiar heat rose in her cheeks, and she hoped the effects of her throbbing heartbeat weren’t noticeable. “I’ll make a better effort to not overthink things and go with what feels right. Whatever you want to do afterward, I’ll be a willing participant.”

The hunger in Tabitha’s stare did little to slow her pulse, and she struggled not to squirm. “All right. I accept all your terms and conditions.” Pursing her lips, she gave Astrid a sly wink. “Game on.”

 

About the author:

Thea Landen lives in New York with her husband and children. Though she’s dabbled in all romantic subgenres, she has a special love for sci-fi, fantasy, and adventure…anything that pushes the imagination beyond its usual limits. When she’s not writing, she’s either knitting or crocheting, playing video games, or pretending to enjoy cardio and squats.

Contact Details:

Email: thealanden@gmail.com

Website: www.thealanden.com

Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ha7JzT

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/thealanden

Twitter: www.twitter.com/TheaLanden

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5782229.Thea_Landen

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00948YAXW

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/thea-landen

 

A Dragon for Sale by Katerina Ross

Congratulations to Katerina Ross on your new release!


 

 

Spies, assassins, traitors…

Dylan Ogmore didn’t sign up to deal with any of it. His service at the Welsh Dragon Guards had been pretty uneventful, until the royal PR team decided it was a good idea for him and his dragon to take part in the coronation of the new king at Caernarfon.

Dylan suspects the plan might be not that brilliant. Especially because he knows who suggested it—Andras, his former army mate who’s been more than just a friend for him once, but has chosen to leave the military … and him.

Yet Dylan can’t even imagine what mess he’s getting into. An assassination attempt at the ceremony leaves his dragon in a precarious situation and forces Dylan to go against the law. Is there a chance for him to get out of trouble unscathed? Who can he rely on—and who is his true enemy?

 

#mmromance #Friends2lovers #mm #GayRomance #dragons #spies #action #fantasy #military

 

Available from

Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-dragon-for-sale-by-katerina-ross/

Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08NV8QVCM/

Amazon.uk: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08NV8QVCM/

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1054943

Put the book on your to-read shelf on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55944751-a-dragon-for-sale

 

 

Excerpt

Clubbing didn’t mean dancing—god forbid, he was awful at dancing—or drinking, though he was better at that. Well, maybe he’d have a pint, but not more, considering the rehearsals tomorrow.

The whole thing was more of a hunt.

Nursing a pleasantly cool glass of bitter ale in both hands, Dylan was studying the public. Exclusively male, the crowd varied from office workers who’d barely had time to get rid of their ties after a day at desks to individuals in most creative states of undress—it was summer after all. Dylan was something in between. Nothing overly respectable, nothing fancy either. A black t-shirt, dark jeans, and heavy boots. He thought of showing up in his leather uniform, but decided against it. That could have sent a wrong signal. He wasn’t into playing games, just looking for a quick, mutually satisfying release.

A particular man caught Dylan’s attention. Dirty blond hair cropped short, high cheekbones, sculpted features, maybe too sharp to be pleasant. He was obviously browsing, too, though in a more relaxed way, facing the room, elbow resting on the bar counter, a glass of beer in the other hand—openly observing the crowded space with a lazy half-smile, not just stealing glances like Dylan. He looked amused by the messy extravaganza on the dance floor, grown-up people losing themselves to a rhythm set by someone else, moving like puppets on invisible chains.

Dylan had to admit he liked a certain type. The original version, more blond and less feral, was currently socializing somewhere else, probably at a more decent party, so, rather than thinking of Andras and his whereabouts, Dylan had to console himself with imperfect copies.

Dylan and Andras hadn’t been lovers for real, just mates helping each other out, as they both had agreed. It had started at the military training base at Brecon Beacons—not the best place for holding hands and doing other lover-like stuff, but just as good as any for hasty handjobs and a bit of groping—and continued throughout their service in the coastal dragon guard.

Until the moment Andras had decided to make a drastic change to his career plans and, before leaving, proposed to stay friends.

Dylan had felt like punching him. He still felt like punching him. But that would be so immature, wouldn’t it?

He wasn’t mad at Andras because of the sexual stuff they had been doing. Or not only because of it. It would have hurt just as much if none of that had happened. Andras and him had been inseparable for a few years. They finished each other’s sentences, laughed at the jokes only they understood, and seemed to get along just fine. And now… What exactly did it mean, staying friends? Surely, something else than just being friends, like before? Probably seeing each other once in a few months, going to a pub together and discussing their work while getting pathetically drunk. Like so many mature people did. This was a dreary perspective, and it was all Andie’s fault.

Dylan found himself absently rubbing the dragon tattoo on his left arm. Andras had a matching one. It was he who’d persuaded Dylan to get them. Just a boyish whim, nothing more, but now it was a constant reminder of something missing from Dylan’s life. Of being lonely, despite having little time to be on his own.

Dylan breathed out angrily. Enough of self-pity. He was here for something else entirely.

So what if he had this stupid tattoo, and another one—even more stupid—on his chest? Nobody cared, and he shouldn’t either. Or maybe it was even a good thing that he had a very visible, hardly forgettable, and highly embarrassing warning to not get involved too much. Uncomplicated sex with strangers was so much easier. No bad feelings afterwards. No regrets.

Speaking of strangers… The man Dylan had labeled as an imperfect copy of Andras couldn’t in fact be accused of being imperfect in any other regards. Yes, the resemblance was slight, and the man was perhaps a few years older, but otherwise he was quite imposing. While Andras was smoothly handsome, with just a bit of sharpness to his features, this one was more of a rugged type, but he was also more sturdily built. Not beefy, but certainly athletic.

Ill-lit as the place was, Dylan could see the lines of his collarbones and the shape of his well-defined pecs under his thin gray sweatshirt, and that was undeniably eye-catching.

Just as Dylan was ogling him, he turned in Dylan’s direction and caught his gaze. And saluted him with his glass, a grin hiding in the corners of his mouth. It looked very much like an invitation.

 

 

About the author

Katerina Ross is a Russian author from Moscow, but she writes kinky M/M and M/F stories in English. She’s also an editor, a journalist, a translator, and several other things besides 😉 In her free time, she draws sexy men (you can find these doodles on her blog http://tenderlywicked.tumblr.com) and interrogates BDSM authors for her website katerinaross.com.

 

No negotiations (Assassin’s Core) by Serenity Snow

Congratulations to Serenity Snow on your new release!


 

 

No Negotiations is the fourth book in the Assassin’s Core series. I am working on the fifth one but it will probably be the last one that focuses exclusively on Alexi. The characters I’m looking at for book 6 are Cattail and Zoe. I’m not sure which of them will get the call.

Mirabella McLean was hurt once, having come back home, she was content with the life she built. At least that’s what she told herself. Then, sexy Raegan Greenwater rode into her life and triggered a part of Mira she never knew existed.

However, Mira resists the woman she can’t seem to stop thinking about because Raegan is all wrong for her. She’s too young, too bold, and the dominance rolling off her scares the pants off Mira. But a little lie makes it impossible for her to stay away from Raegan after all, they’re supposed to be dating.

With her back to the wall Mira can allow the nymph that lives inside her to claim the life that’s hers, or she can turn away from the passion infecting her. Mira knows she has to make a choice but will fear win out over love?

 

Buy links:

Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/no-negotiations-by-serenity-snow/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/No-Negotiations-Assassins-Core-Book-ebook/dp/B08ND6ZZGD/

Bookstrand: https://www.bookstrand.com/book/no-negotiations-ff

 

 

Excerpt

Alexi Russo took a sip of her drink and her lover, sitting on her lap, leaned in closer even as she laughed at something someone said. Tia’s warmth soaked into her, making her cat—the animal half of her—purr silently.

She loved the feel of having her mate close, especially now when their relationship could fall apart if that one little secret was revealed. Alexi had no doubt Tatiana would leave her if she knew the truth.

She didn’t want to lose her, but she wasn’t yet to the point where she wouldn’t kill her if she had to to survive. Alexi had rather never veer from this place, because the cat—she was a jaguar shifter—was as much a part of who she was as her humanity.

The jaguar was protective and strong, used to being more solitary. She could let Tia go now, if it came to that. The deeper she fell in love with her, the more she risked becoming obsessive. She didn’t need that part of her character to come into play with Tia because she was already a big enough liability.

Killing her mate would make Alexi even closer to her animal than she was. She would lose more of her humanity, her heart. She’d become more about survival and blood.

Alexi urged Tia up and her mate gave her a curious look but rose.

“Make it quick,” she ordered as Alexi reached to pull the device from her slacks pocket.

From across the table, Ace Baker, her close friend, caught Alexi’s eye, and she frowned. “Tia, I’m sorry about this.”

“I said make it quick,” she said as she sat down. “We’re relaxing tonight.”

“What is it, Zoe?” Alexi asked tensely.

“Some asshole followed one of the girls to work. He attacked her right in front of the club. Cattail happened to be out here, and she’s taking care of the girl.”

“Coming down,” Alexi murmured. “Get Amaya.” As she headed for the door, Ace met her there.

“No peace for the wicked?” Ace asked.

Alexi grunted. “I take it you’ve been briefed by Cattail.”

“Yeah, you have a medic on staff?”

“Two, one for humans and one for us,” Alexi answered. “Amaya’s been called down, but I’m having her sent to the hospital. I don’t want the feds crawling up my ass over anything that happens to her.”

“It’s funny how they just watched the girl get slapped around and did nothing to stop it.”

“If someone’s out there,” Alexi said. “They can’t get that close to the club without being seen.”

The club was out near the edge of the city with a long stretch of road with nothing around for miles. Alexi kept cans of gas for that very reason and was thinking of getting one of those electric charge stations for those who drove electric cars.

“With nowhere to hide, you might be right. This club might be off limits until they can figure out a way to get someone in. Maybe that girl’s it.”

 

 

About the Author

Serenity Snow is an author who loves to read and binge watch Lifetime Movies when she isn’t hanging out with her family. Right now, she’s loving on raspberry tea with too much lemon and vanilla ice cream with salted caramel sauce.

 

The Payment by Allyson Young

Congratulations to Allyson Young on your new release!


 

 

Eamon, Jonah, and Remy are brothers-in-arms, governed only by their missions. Compensation relates to the nature of the work—gold bars, precious stones, cold cash, or real estate. They share everything in a life that is both dangerous and rewarding.

Tasked with snatching a money launderer, they must include his personal assistant or leave her to the tender mercies of the men searching for him. They take Mallory as their payment this time around.

Mallory Strickland is a loner, the product of her past, someone who won’t be at another’s mercy again. When she finds herself permanently kidnapped by three men who have chosen her to be their wife, she rebels.

It doesn’t matter if these men have supposedly saved her and profess good intentions—and are gorgeous, virile individuals—she refuses to be enslaved. Can she withstand their determined, sensual assault?

She can’t—and at what cost…

 

 

Buy Links:

Evernight:  https://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-payment-by-allyson-young/

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08N9SLLRT

Bookstrand: https://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-payment-mfmm

 

Teaser Excerpt:

 

A sting in my thigh…

My fingers sought out a tiny red mark, just above the hem of my skirt. It didn’t rate on the tenderness scale. So, I had clearly succumbed to a drug, expertly administered. At least I’d been spared the binding and darkness of the sack over my head.

Recalling the details helped keep the fear of the unknown at bay, and I resolved to garner as much information as possible. The way I’d done growing up, moving from home to home, never knowing the people or what they were capable of, but having that same dark suspicion of what they wanted from me.

Those men could have done me considerable harm—a blow to the head, to the face, something to quickly subdue me and avoid notice from the street—yet they hadn’t. So they wanted me … intact. I wasn’t sure how to interpret that other than thinking they didn’t want to damage the goods.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed to my feet, feeling the concrete’s rough texture beneath my soles. When I was confident I could stay upright, I tottered toward the wall with the tiny window set high, nearly at the ceiling. Once there, I touched the smooth surface, some kind of plaster, and followed it along to the bottom of the stairs.

I listened hard before cautiously ascending, one careful step at a time. With my ear pressed up against the solid wooden panel, I heard nothing and tried the knob. It remained rigid beneath my fingers, not that I expected it to turn and for me to walk boldly out of here. Wherever here was.

All the same, it took something out of me, and I sank down on the slightly wider top stair and contemplated my prison. And it was a prison. I had no idea why I was the sole occupant or what I’d done to deserve being held in this manner, but I appeared stuck. In an empty house.

I made my way back down, having spied a light switch, which turned on the single bulb hanging in the room. No longer reliant on the scant light from the high window, I commenced to exploring the rest of the area I was confined in. It turned out there was a pocket door tucked near a corner, and I slid it aside to reveal a small bathroom.

There was a sink, toilet, with a roll of tissue sitting on the tank, and a shower stall—sans curtain. A tiny bar of soap, travel toothbrush and paste, and a stack of folded paper towels were on offer—nothing I could see to escape or utilize against my kidnappers, if they were even coming back. I couldn’t say what frightened me more, being abandoned to perish in the crappy room, or facing whoever wanted me here.

I hurriedly made use of the facilities and cleaned up, noticing there was no mirror, either. I could only assume I looked a mess. I felt like one. Despite my efforts, panic began to build again, ratcheting up my heart rate and blood pressure.

To combat the feeling, I hustled back to the other room and took a turn around, examining every square inch visually and with touch. Given its apparent age, the place was really clean, smelling vaguely of bleach—no mouse droppings or spider webs in sight. Aside from the double bed, dressed in a fitted sheet, there was nothing else. Maybe a James Bond type could have dismantled the mattress looking for a box spring and picked the lock with it, but I fell short of the 007 status. Anyway, I figured it was made of pure foam. And the frame was one solid piece of metal.

The sheet resisted my attempts to rip it initially, and then I desisted. What would I do with pieces of cloth? Garrote someone? Set a trap on the stairs? Bind wounds? Hang myself?

My attention returned to the bed frame, calling up the dimensions of a full-sized bed. I stared at the window, mentally measuring the distance to the floor. Maybe… I shoved to my feet in the chilly room when I heard them. A door shut, and male voices sounded above, followed by footsteps—three sets of them, possibly four. I cursed quietly, having missed an opportunity.

I breathed deeply and snatched up the sheet for additional coverage. I sat, striving to look as unprepossessing as possible, my brain working hard, my belly tight with resolve, and my heart rate nearly under control. Time to size up the enemy. Prepared for anything.

Famous last words.

 

About the author:

Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of May 2020 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works. 

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Moonstone by Lucy Felthouse

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Christmas gifts aren’t the only surprises Ginny is going to get this year.

Moonstone Guinevere ‘Ginny’ Miles is in Silver Springs visiting her parents for the holidays. They moved to the town five years ago, and adore their new life here. Used to the hustle and bustle of London, England, Ginny isn’t convinced at first—what’s so great about a small town in Upstate New York, anyway? Despite her own opinions, it’s clear to Ginny the move has done her parents the world of good—they look years younger. There’s clearly something magical about this town.

Following some exploration of her own, Ginny discovers Silver Springs has its charms—Jewels Cafe is amazing, for starters, as is its pumpkin spice latte. Ginny’s drunk a lot of lattes in her thirty-three years, but nothing quite like this.

Her taste buds are still tingling from the tasty treat when she comes across a broken-down truck on the way back to her parents’ place. And when she spots the three gorgeous guys with the vehicle, it’s not just her taste buds that are tingling.

Is Ginny’s vacation in Silver Springs about to get a whole lot more interesting?

Moonstone is a standalone contemporary reverse harem romance. It is part of the Jewels Cafe series.

 

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Excerpt:

Moonstone Guinevere Miles—known as Ginny to people who didn’t want to incur her fierce and everlasting wrath—heaved her suitcase off the luggage reclaim belt with an “Oof!” and placed it on the floor, a sigh of relief escaping her. At least the thing had wheels—she didn’t really have the energy for carrying a heavy suitcase all the way through Customs and out to Arrivals. The long, tiring flight had seen to that.

No matter how much she tried, no matter how exhausted she was, she simply could not fall asleep on a plane. Ever. Eye mask, ear plugs, meditation, bloody whale music—nothing helped. She’d long since resigned herself to staying awake while snores from other passengers emanated around the cabin. At least it had only been about seven and a half hours since taking off from Heathrow—she couldn’t imagine what state she’d be in if she ever flew any longer than that—to Australia, New Zealand or somewhere.

Doubtful that would ever happen, though. It had taken long enough for her to get her backside out to the east coast of America, where her parents had been running a retreat since retiring five years ago. But then, things were different now, weren’t they? Which was why she was even here in the first place—it wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.

Thinking of her parents brought an inevitable smile to her face, and inserted a little more spring in her step. Despite the energy and mood suck that had been the flight, she was excited to be here. She was eager to see her parents, and to find out exactly what they’d built up over the last five years. She’d seen photos and videos, but it wasn’t the same as actually being there.

When they’d first announced they were using their retirement nest egg to open a retreat in Upstate New York, she’d been floored. Who the hell retires, only to take on a massive project like that? Surely the whole point of retiring is to wind down, enjoy some free time, relax? But no, her mum and dad—who, to be fair, had never been what one would call conventional—had set their hearts on it. They’d had a huge purge of their belongings, sold their cars and house, and jetted off across the pond, leaving Ginny shocked and not a little bereft. She’d been used to having them close by and had quickly realized just how much she’d taken that for granted.

At the same time, her career as a chef had taken off and she’d become so busy that her parents’ sudden distance hadn’t made the blindest bit of difference. She barely saw the inside of her own flat, never mind her friends and family. This was the first Christmas she’d had off work since then, too, and she was looking forward to spending it with her parents more than she could put into words. They’d been big on the festive period ever since she was a baby, and as such, Ginny’s brain was stuffed full of warm, fuzzy memories of Christmases past. They’d been useful to get her through the last five crappy ones, too, where a microwaved ready meal was the best she could hope for, if she hadn’t managed to wangle a free meal from the place she’d been working at at the time.

Her smile widened, and she walked faster still—God, just how big is this bloody airport?—desperate to see her mum and dad and start the Christmas holiday with a bang. Anticipation rushed through her. They’d have turkey and roast potatoes, pigs in blankets, mounds of vegetables, desserts laden with enough calories to last them until Valentine’s Day, Christmas carols, amazing decorations, a beautiful tree, fairy lights…

And Santa Claus. Two of them, in fact, jumping up and down enthusiastically and waving wildly at her, with not a rotund belly in sight.

Ginny was so excited, she couldn’t even be bothered with the embarrassment she might have felt at being greeted in a public place by her parents dressed up in Santa outfits. Plus, nobody knew her here anyway, so who cared?

She scurried around the barrier, almost flipping her case in her haste to turn a corner, then covered the remaining distance between them in seconds flat and released the handle of her suitcase. A series of squeals and exclamations went up—from all three of them—and then everything went dark as Ginny was enveloped in a warm, fluffy embrace, her face crushed up against what she suspected was the white fur trim on her mother’s jacket, and kisses rained down on her. It was all she could do to suck in oxygen as she was squeezed and squeezed them right back. She was assailed by the scents of clean clothes, shampoo, perfume, and cologne—all perfectly lovely smells by themselves, but somewhat overwhelming all at once. Unintelligible murmurings reached her ears, but she didn’t bother to reply since she had no idea what was being said. And she didn’t need words, anyway. All she needed at that moment in time was to soak up the enormous outpouring of love she was experiencing.

She was so bloody happy, she thought she might pop.

 

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

 

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OUT NOW!! Pink Triangle

I’m so happy to finally see the release of my latest book, the World War II gay romance Pink Triangle ❤
 

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Fearing and Desiring the enemy… Sometimes you can’t choose who you love.

Oslo, April 1945

Paul Hartmann is a handsome, free-spirited Norwegian in the prime of his life, but he doesn’t fit the German occupant ideology simply because he’s gay. And so, when the Gestapo catches him for producing illegal propaganda, he’s tortured and threatened to be sent to a concentration camp with a pink triangle sewn on his shirt, the symbol for homosexuals.

It will take great courage and mind-blowing circumstances of luck, as the Führer commits suicide and the end of the war seems nearer by the day, for Paul to avoid his death transport to Germany.

And it will take the growing attraction of the Gestapo commander himself to regain his full freedom—and capture his heart.

 

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5 stars

Lea Bronsen’s Pink Triangle certainly proved be something you never experienced before. I had my fair share of ww2 books, so it’s not easy to show me something new. But a story placed in Norway? Sign me up. I’m fairly sure most of us have little knowledge of this northern country. So if you want something new, placed in someplace we hadn’t had much chance to read/learn about, this novel is for you too.

Reasons why I like this story

– I liked both of the main characters. Paul is unyielding, even when facing threats and mortal peril in the eye. He won’t lie about himself, not under pressure nor torture. At the beginning Stefan despite being faithful to the Nazi regime, and a brute when it comes to treating/interrogating prisoners, under the influence of Paul he undergoes an immense character development trough the book.
– Placed in Norway (I really like this country, it’s a prominent point on my bucket list to get there at least once)
– An original way of describing character arcs
– Shows the human side, fallibility of the characters, for example Stefan’s weak/coward moments, the way Paul surrenders to his mother until he learns to stand up for himself
– Paul and Stefan’s fight for each other, their courage and desperate resolve to save the other
– Everyday heroism and the will for repair the wrongs of the past
– And finally the Feelings slowly building and blooming into something beautiful.

Conclusion

If you want a thrilling, slow burning, roller-coaster of fear and love, a story placed onto the occupied Norway during ww2, this book is for you. If you harbor stronger or minor reservations about war-stories, you have nothing to fear from this one. The brutalities of the world war are not too explicitly described, but keep in mind that there are some rough/harsh scenes of interrogation and torture. If you can digest that, don’t miss this book.

– S.A. Locryn

 

5 stars

LOVE THIS AUTHOR

I haven’t read many WWII set MM love stories and really didn’t know what to expect. I really enjoyed this book, I wish there was a book 2.

Stefan is a hard character to like at first, for obvious reasons, but he really changes by the end of their story and that is all Paul. Paul was in the wrong place at the right time and gets picked up by the Gestapo, which leads him to Stefan.

Paul hasn’t had it easy without the SS involvement, his mom is piece of work and not exactly loving. Believe it or not Stefan ends up being one of the best things to happen to Paul.

Slow burn some angst, but ends in an HEA.

– Tammy Rufo

 

4 and a half stars

Set during the time of the WW2, this is a compelling forbidden romance between two men on different sides of the law.

Paul Hartmann is a young man living in the prime of his life. He is shy and kind and keeps his homosexuality a secret and his proclivities discreet.
But it so happens when he is engaging in a particularly unsolicited rendezvous for a bit of cash, he is caught in the crossfires by the German police no less.
Arrested for producing illegal propaganda he is threatened to be sent to a concentration camp for homosexuals.

As Paul gets aquainted with the German commander Stefan Heimlich, they realize that they have more in common than they originally thought.

Through facing toxic ideologies and overcoming the worst of circumstances.
Will Paul and Stefan find courage to acknowledge the growing attraction between them in a time of war and where love between two men is considered forbidden?

I have not read many romances set during the time of WW2, but I am in awe of this one.
The author beautifully captures the authenticity of the story by infusing German dialogue in the narrative.
The characters were real, relatable and well fleshed out.
I feel the story could have been better with a little more romance, but keeping in mind the author’s perspective, I feel they wanted to make it more raw, real and gritty because real life is no fairytale especially during a time like WW2.

Overall, this was quite captivating and kept me engaged right from the very first page.
A must read if you like a raw and real romance set at the time of WW2.

– Rachel Reed

 

4 stars

A GRIPPING AND WELL-WRITTEN WAR ROMANCE

‘Pink triangle’ is an unique story set in the last stages of WW2 as Hitler’s empire collapsed. It follows a lost but strong, determined and patriotic Norwegian -Paul as he is captured by the German Secret police and crosses paths with the high commander-Stefan.

The story starts off with a bit of enemies to lovers vibe as Stefan is enraptured by Paul’s courage, bravery in the face of threat and physical beatings and from there follows a story of forming a bond despite varied ideologies, the power of humanity and love and in a way, to also pay for one’s mistakes.

”His look was earnest and direct and complete, like he considered Paul for the first time, really saw him. Like a man. An equal. A friend. Or maybe something more, from the length of the stare and its intensity, as though he used his eyes to tell Paul unspeakable things.”

The writing flows well and the plot is very engaging and though I would have loved a touch more of romance at the end, I think it would have been inappropriate considering the plot.

Paul’s character stands out throughout. His struggles, his internal dilemma when it comes to his growing attraction towards Stefan as well as anger towards the atrocities of the Nazis. Stefan’s character is hard to love at the start ( which I think is a risky but well thought out decision by the author) as he portrays the true image of Nazi tyranny, but towards the end of the book, one can see how much he has changed for the better after Paul points out the wrong doings and the path to what is right. Loved how Paul hits him with the truth in an unforgiving way.
Recommend to fans of war and enemies-to-lovers romances.

ARC received in exchange of a honest review.

– Shweta’s Reviews

 


 

Not Such An Innocent Angel by Beth D. Carter

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Eden works as a nurse in Dove Hollow Hospital, taking care of the human companions for the supernatural creatures of the Shade. When a human male is brought in, wraith touched, his pleas to save him tug at her heartstrings. In an effort to save his life, she calls in a favor from the powerful vampire, Gideon Marks.

At first Gideon is reluctant to turn the man Eden is fascinated with, but when he discovers it’s the businessman Jacob St. Cross, he quickly changes his mind. Now, Jacob has to navigate a world he knew nothing about, as a creature he thought only myth.

The mystery of why Jacob was targeted for vengeance leads them down a dangerous path and brings Eden into the line of fire of a desperate man…a man willing to do anything to find an angel that’ll save his life.

 

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Excerpt

When he finally stood completely naked, he and Gideon assessed each other for a long moment. Jacob prided himself on being fit for someone in his forties. His job induced a lot of stress and he tried hard to balance that out with strength training and cardio at the gym. Gideon Marks had a very defined, chiseled body. His surprisingly well-hung cock was already hard, waiting for attention.

It stirred something in him, although Jacob didn’t know if it was the situation or some type of latent sexual interest he didn’t know he possessed.

 Gideon walked over to him and he didn’t move, not sure what to do. The vampire circled around and stepped close, bringing his body flush against him. Excitement stirred in Jacob’s belly. His own cock hardened.

Hands rested on his shoulders, slightly kneading the corded muscles. The two men were evenly matched in height. Jacob’s mouth went dry when Gideon leaned close, brushing his chin against Jacob’s skin.

A kiss.

A lick.

Gideon’s hands ran down his sides, to his hips, and fit his cock against Jacob’s ass. He may not have known what to anticipate, but he found himself enjoying the contact. The air shifted around them. A pleasing, somewhat spicy scent filled his nostrils. It made his cock pulse and fluid to leak from the tip. Needing to have some contact, he took hold of his shaft and stroked. Gideon seemed to match his movement, nestling in Jacob’s crack and sliding up and down. Heat gathered between them as sweat beaded on their skin.

Jacob felt two pressure points on his neck, but instead of being repulsed, he actually tilted his head to give Gideon more access. Whatever sexual spell the vampire had cast was incredible. Never would he have imagined grinding against a man would be such a turn-on, although he instinctively knew it wasn’t just any man. It was pure Gideon, with his otherworldly power to seduce.

He wanted to know what it felt like to be bitten.

To be taken.

Completely possessed.

 

 

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Is your book part of a series? 

Yes, and no. It’s set in the same world as my book “As Midnight Loves the Moon”, but it’s not a direct sequel. That book featured a Fae cop, a Vampire, and a dying human girl they love. This book features a Vampire, a dying human who’s been Wraith touched, and an Angel. The premise is that there is a hospital devoted to the human companions of supernatural creatures, and our Angel (Eden) works there.

What was the hardest (or easiest) scene to write?

The easiest scene was the beginning. In fact, I had that written years ago, I just didn’t know back then what to do with it. So it sat in my “To Be Written” folder for a long time. After I wrote “As Midnight Loves the Moon”, I realized I knew where that first chapter belonged, so I started thinking about the rest of the story.

What was your process for coming up with the title and character names?

I went through a multitude of names, actually. The only one that stayed consistent was Gideon’s name. It’s an old name and I thought a stately name for a vampire. But Jacob’s name was originally going to be Jaxton, until I realized that EVERY author had started naming their hero that. (I blame it on Charlie Hunnam!). But then I also came to realize that name didn’t fit with who the character was, so I began thinking of an old fashioned yet also cool modern name and settled on Jacob. Eden’s name…well, that’s pretty obvious. She’s an angel!

The title is a little homage to an old Victoria Beckham song titled, “Not Such an Innocent Girl”. I kinda went through a VB fangirl period and the song was one of her solos. It’s actually a cool pop song if you want to check it out.

Tell us something about the novel that doesn’t appear on the blurb or the excerpt.

Okay, so…in one of the beginning scenes, Eden meets up with an old janitor/orderly named Krause. In the final version he is Fae, but in the original version he was going to be a goblin. Here’s the original context of that meeting:

As Eden headed to the exit of Dove Hollow, she saw Krause mopping the floor down one hallway. The hallway she had with him a few days ago resurfaced in her memory so she changed direction and headed toward him. As she approached, Krause paused and smiled at her, revealing his very sharp teeth.

            “Hello, Krause,” she said.

            He bobbed his head. “Miss Eden.”

            “Remember when you mentioned that several seraphs had gone missing? I was wondering if you knew anything more.”

            “Not much is a secretive among the demons,” he said. “Even us goblins are included in their confidence.”

            “Then…have you heard what happened to them?”

            He leaned on his mop. “There’s only one reason why a demon comes looking for a goblin, Miss Eden.”

            He flashed his pointy teeth.

            Eden thought she might be sick. “You eat them?”

            “My kind can grind up bone, wings, teeth…a living garbage disposal.”

            Eden took a step back, disgust and horror mingling with shock. “Did you…”

            “Oh no!” he said quickly. “No, no, no. To do something like that would jeopardize my job here at Dove Hollow.”

*** The reason I changed this was because I use a goblin as Gideon’s manservant/butler and both characters were vastly different. I wanted to keep the other so I changed Krause.

What is your favorite line?

I love putting one-liners in my stories and I try to find that one snarky character I can do that with. In this story, Gideon is my snark. There are some great lines from this but I think my favorite is:

Gideon raised an eyebrow. “More so now because between the two of us, we can buy the United States out of debt and rename it Gideonville.”

What’s next for you?

I have a Christmas story coming out! My very first one. It’s titled “The Holiday Grouch”, and it’s a play on “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”. I was going to title it “How the Grinch Stole my Heart”, but the word Grinch is copyrighted. Oh well. There’s still a lot of non-direct references, like the heroine’s last name is Whobrey. I had fun trying to write a grouchy man redeemed through the magic of Christmas and I hope everyone enjoys it!

A Warrior’s Kiss by Celia Breslin

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French teacher turned entrepreneur, Nicolette Durand has one goal in mind when she leaves the big city for a quaint town in the California wine country, and it has nothing to do with men. Intent on converting the antique store she inherited from her aunt into a booming new business with her bestie, Nicky doesn’t care how many dating edicts the cupids send her, she’s simply too busy. Then a hunk of surly angel crashes into her life. Literally.

Ezekiel is less than delighted when the Almighty assigns him and his elite team of warriors to Earth with instructions to help the cupids. Now Heaven’s top soldiers are running two businesses, including a gastropub where speed dating events are a part of their mission. But Zeke may have to rethink his surly position on this earthbound gig after he meets the kind, considerate and curvy biz owner next door.

Nicky is sure she has no time for a relationship, not even with the gorgeous hunk of heaven who rocks her world, but Zeke is determined to convince her otherwise. Too bad a supernatural disaster and thousands of Hell’s minions intent on destruction and mayhem might stand in their way…

 

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Excerpt (first meet):

“Think he’s dead?” The whispered question quieted his internal whining.

Nice voice. Soft and smooth, like velvet. Feminine. Clearly, he wasn’t alone.

“He sure looks dead.” A second woman replied, louder and with a chuckle.

He suppressed a scowl and kept his eyes closed. She thinks this is funny?

Bodies shifted behind whatever his head had cracked into, edging closer to either side of him.

“There’s no blood, though,” she of the velvet voice murmured. “Shouldn’t there be blood? […].”

Ah, their business neighbor. She came to a halt near his head, her body heat and peaches-and-honey scent saturating his senses. He should open his peepers and say something, see if the female looked as good as she sounded and smelled.

Shit. Where had that reaction come from? He had no room in his life for a woman, especially not a mortal woman.

“Maybe we should check for a pulse,” the one Peaches had called Maya suggested.

“I’m not touching his body.”

Fast reply from Peaches. Jesus, did he look so horrible? And double Jesus, why did her opinion matter? He must have hit his head harder than he imagined.

“C’mon, girlfriend. It’s a big, beautiful body. How can you not want to get your hands on it?”

Listen to your girlfriend, Peaches. No. Wait. Belay that order.

“Really, M? One-track mind much?”

He tensed to haul his ass upward, but a soft, gentle hand landed on his shoulder, feather light, then slid down his bare arm, kicking up a riot of electric sensation along his skin. He should move, but damn if he didn’t want to see what she would do next. Or touch next.

Warm fingers palpated his inner wrist, right over his madly beating pulse. Racing for her? A human female he hadn’t even laid eyes on? Shit. […]

Eyes shooting wide, he sat up.

 

Author Bio:

Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, the Fae, and warrior-class angels. Her stories are action-packed and typically include one of the many varieties of romantic entanglements: fated mates, second chance, rescue romance, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.

When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies, as well as everything in the Marvel Universe franchise.

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Oslo, April 1945 

Paul Hartmann is a handsome, free-spirited Norwegian in the prime of his life, but he doesn’t fit the German occupant ways simply because he’s gay. And so, when the Gestapo catches him for producing illegal propaganda, he’s tortured and threatened to be sent to a concentration camp with a pink triangle sewn on his shirt, the symbol for homosexuals. 

It will take great courage and mindboggling circumstances of luck, as the Führer commits suicide and the end of the war seems nearer by the day, for Paul to avoid his death transport to Germany. 

And it will take the growing attraction of the Gestapo commander himself to regain his full freedom—and capture his heart.

 

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ASH (The Silk Rope Masters 2) by Suzy Shearer

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 They ooze power, control, natural dominance – and sex. They are The Silk Rope Masters.​

None have ever found love but watch out! When they fall, they’ll fall fast and hard!

Sophie Laurent, 51, is filling in for her chef brother at Silk Rope when she comes face-to-face with Master Ash. A natural born Dom, Ash (Reyansh) Siddiqi, 53, is club co-owner. A confirmed bachelor, never been in love, never been in a relationship. He takes his pleasures without romantic involvement, and always only at the club.

But when Sophie stepped into the club chef’s shoes Ash was caught and he fell hard and fast. He was besotted and acting like a teenager instead of the strong dominant man he was.

Unfortunately for Ash it was obvious Sophie disliked him. His heart broke as he tried to accept her rejection of him.

Ash decides he needs to be the Dom he is – strong and confident, then all he has to do is come up with a way to change her mind before her brother returns and she’s out of his life forever.

 Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, voyeurism, flogging, public exhibition

This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.

 

Buy links:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon / Smashwords

 

Ash-complete

 

Excerpt:

Two Sundays after banning Ash from the kitchen, it was very quiet at work. The weather had probably kept a lot of members away. She and Calder had everything cleaned by nine.

“Calder, you may as well go home. There isn’t much left, only a few plates to wash. I doubt anyone else will come down for food.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ll get out of here by ten-fifteen.”

“Okay then. I’ll see you on Thursday. ’Night.”

“Goodnight.”

Sophie tidied the kitchen and waited until ten before packing up. As she was about to leave, she pulled the pins from her hair and tossed her glasses in her bag. Then she decided it was a good opportunity to watch one of the scenes.

She wandered along the ground floor then climbed up the stairs and walked along the corridor, surprised when she saw Emily and Jake. They hadn’t been in since last week due to some family function they went to out of state and Sophie didn’t think they’d be here. She sat down to watch. Emily was face-down on a bench, her ass high in the air, her wrists and ankles cuffed. She wore a corset but no panties and Jake was using a flogger on her. Sophie knew it was a flogger because Emily had explained to her about various implements people use. Emily’s butt cheeks were angry-looking, streaked, and red, but obviously she was enjoying it, judging by the sexy-sounding moans coming from her. It shocked Sophie to discover how aroused it had her by simply watching.

Every now and again, Jake would whisper something to Emily and her little mewls would get louder. She couldn’t help but see he was erect despite the leathers covering his groin, and it only added to her own excitement. When he began fingering Emily’s asshole and pussy, Sophie had to push her legs together.

Jake must have used his hand in her pussy because the next thing, Emily was shouting as she came. Sophie thought Jake would let her up but instead, he picked up the flogger with one hand and kept his other between her legs. He was flogging her and obviously fucking her with his hand because she was twisting her head back and forth, mewling loudly as he kept it up.

Sophie thought if anyone were to come up to her now, they’d know exactly how much the scene was affecting her. Her breath came in little gasps and her heart thudded against her ribcage as if searching for a way to escape. Sophie peeped quickly around, not wanting anyone to see her this turned on.

She groaned—Ash. He was talking to another member down one end of the corridor but his gaze was on her.

Merde! I can’t be here! If he comes to me…

© Suzy Shearer 2020

 

Author bio:

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Renaissance woman, best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it’s important for readers to connect.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. They may be older but not always wiser. Remember sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.

A Buddhist and artist, Suzy lives in the Lake Macquarie region of NSW, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. She is also a quilter, toy maker, sculptor and potter. Suzy’s Art

 

Where to find Suzy:

Website :  http://www.suzyshearer.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS

Blog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/suzshearer

Twitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiis

Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer

Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/

Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer

Email her at: suzyshearer.author@gmail.com

 

Books out now:

Ash-3D series

The Club series

The Club: Bound

The Club 2: Uncollared

The Club 3: Waxed

The Club 4: Displayed

The Club 5: Submit

The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series

A Hunter’s Heart – Book 1

A Hunter’s Choice – Book 2

A Hunter’s Challenge – Book 3

Dark Desires series

(each book is a standalone)

Whipped Delights

Craving Her Master   

Melting Her Dom’s Heart

An Artist’s Kiss

Elephants and Ever-Afters

The Silk Rope Masters series

Steven

Jake

Ash

Single Titles

Daemons Are Forever

Build a Love

Perfect Three

Her Dom’s Secret Past

A Wolf’s Tale

 

Coming Soon

Sweet Things

Blood War

 

Fantastic advance review for Pink Triangle!!

WOW, what a fantastic ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ review for my upcoming WWII gay romance Pink Triangle!!

“Lea Bronsen’s Pink Triangle certainly proved be something you never experienced before. I had my fair share of ww2 books, so it’s not easy to show me something new. But a story placed in Norway? Sign me up. I’m fairly sure most of us have little knowledge of this northern country. So if you want something new, placed in someplace we hadn’t had much chance to read/learn about, this novel is for you too.

Reasons why I like this story

– I liked both of the main characters. Paul is unyielding, even when facing threats and mortal peril in the eye. He won’t lie about himself, not under pressure nor torture. At the beginning Stefan despite being faithful to the Nazi regime, and a brute when it comes to treating/interrogating prisoners, under the influence of Paul he undergoes an immense character development trough the book.
Placed in Norway (I really like this country, it’s a prominent point on my bucket list to get there at least once)
– An original way of describing character arcs
– Shows the human side, fallibility of the characters, for example Stefan’s weak/coward moments, the way Paul surrenders to his mother until he learns to stand up for himself
– Paul and Stefan’s fight for each other, their courage and desperate resolve to save the other
– Everyday heroism and the will for repair the wrongs of the past
– And finally the Feelings slowly building and blooming into something beautiful.

Conclusion

If you want a thrilling, slow burning, roller-coaster of fear and love, a story placed onto the occupied Norway during ww2, this book is for you. If you harbor stronger or minor reservations about war-stories, you have nothing to fear from this one. The brutalities of the world war are not too explicitly described, but keep in mind that there are some rough/harsh scenes of interrogation and torture. If you can digest that, don’t miss this book.”

Read the in-depth plot, style, and character review on S.A. Locryn’s blog.

A Brush with Death by Valerie J. Clarizio

Congratulations to Valerie J. Clarizio on your new release!


 

 

To prove his undying love and loyalty, he’ll risk sacrificing her trust.

Ben Deprez has been secretly in love with Cori for years and knowing of her wounded heart has him waiting impatiently for the right time to make his move. Now is the time, and Cori seems receptive, but Ben’s past still haunts him. He’s never been that guy who can say or do the right thing when it comes to women. His divorce is proof.

Cori Pierre-Simon has had about all she can take working two jobs to support her family since her ex left without a trace ten years earlier. The last thing she needs is to get involved with another man who would surely disappoint her.

Just when Cori decides to open her heart to Ben, women he holds key information about turn up dead. Then, when she uncovers an unusual connection between Ben and another woman, she realizes she should have never trusted him and his womanizing ways.

When Cori’s son finds himself in an illegal predicament, he turns to Ben for help. Ben answers the call for aid full-well knowing that in helping the teenager he will risk losing Cori’s trust, the very thing he’s worked hard to earn. Ben is left hoping she loves him enough to forgive him for the decisions he’s made to right the wrongs of her son and himself.

 

Buy Links

Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks  / Kobo

Universal Link:  https://books2read.com/u/47Xz1q

 

 

Advance Praise

Tracy B – This is an entertaining, steamy, well-written, fast paced romantic suspense novel with likable, engaging, mature characters. It has intrigue, small town and family drama, a captivating mystery, a heart-warming romance, and a happily ever after ending.

 

About the Author

Valerie Clarizio is a USA Today Bestselling author who lives in romantic Door County Wisconsin with her husband of nearly thirty years. She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual. Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into an outdoors enthusiast, of which her favorite activity is hiking in national parks. While out on the trails, she has plenty of time to conjure up irresistible characters and unique storylines for her next romantic suspense, time travel romance, or sweet contemporary romance novel.

 

Author’s Social Media links

Website/Blog: https://valeriejclarizio.com/

Newsletter: https://valeriejclarizio.com/newsletter-signup-page/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/Valerie.Clarizio/

Facebook Street Team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/clarizioscronies/

Bookbub:  https://www.bookbub.com/authors/valerie-j-clarizio

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/VClarizio

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/valerieclarizio/

Pinterest:  https://www.pinterest.com/valerieclarizio/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Valerie-J.-Clarizio/e/B00A87RJVS/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_8?qid=1476915213&sr=8-8

 

5 star #review for Shade Addiction and #giveaway

And it’s a ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️-review for my latest release, the dark erotic romance Shade Addiction! Thank you to Bella at The TBR Pile, I’m so glad you liked the book.
 

Review:

“Mike is a bus driver with a past he’d rather forget. When he meets the mystery shade it’s a simple ride that turns into a rescue. What follows is a romance that may just save them both…
Shade addiction starts off with a shocking scene and absolutely made me love Mike Logan. It shows his morality, his characters and I really loved the peek into his soul. Shade is so much of a mystery. She gives little hints here and there to share the bare minimum. This definitely urged me to unravel her story. They start an odd friendship with the silent hints of attractions. It escalates to something more, something neither of them saw coming. I liked their relationship. It felt very authentic and real. Flaws are natural in couples. If you enjoy slow sizzling romances then Shade Addiction should be high on your to read list!

 

To celebrate this, I’m giving away 5 ecopies of Shade Addiction, and there’s a 10$ gift card up for grabs, too. Join the giveaway on: http://thetbrpile.weebly.com/reviews/giveaway-and-review-shade-addiction-by-lea-bronsen

 

Lea Bronsen is featured author at Forfatterforbundet!

Thank you to Forfatterforbundet (the Norwegian Society of Authors) for having me on your blog and letting me talk about my journey toward recognition as an author in my home country!

I’m a member of this association because it offers an arena for small writers in Norway, who, despite the fact that we don’t belong to the ‘elite’, want to organize ourselves and exchange experiences. I’ve finally found my Norwegian author family 🙂

Read my blog post here

Call me Sweetheart (Sugar & Sin Book 1) by Lacee Hightower

Congratulations to Lacee Hightower on your new release!


 

 

 Michael Bassey Johnson once said, “People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long-lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.”

When my dad told me we were moving to a little shit hole of a town called Springhill, Texas, my first day at school was filled with nothing but anger in my head and a huge chip on my shoulder.  I never realized that one move would change my life.  Never contemplated returning some nineteen years later torn between what was most important—a daughter—and the man and woman who still ached for me just as deeply as they did one another.

But someone is stalking the woman I love, the mother of my daughter.  Her museum has been burned to the ground, her Jeep vandalized, and confidential suggestive photos sent to her family.

Secrets will be exposed.

Truths will be unveiled.

Lives will forever be changed.

Will these revelations bring us closer … or will one person from our past ruin everything and destroy our chances at forever?

 

Keywords:  MMF, Dark Romance, Contemporary, Bi-Sexual, Cowboy Romance, Suspense, HEA

WarningThis title contains explicit sex scenes, BDSM, and anal sex

 

 

 

Excerpt:

Keith doesn’t speak another word for a few hellish seconds and neither do it. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is really the end. Fuck, maybe it’s best.

With the vein in his forehead popping and my insides a sea of nerves, he finally breaks the agonizing silence. “Just how badly do you need me? Enough to stand by and watch me suck the cum, your cum, from my wife’s pussy? Enough to watch her ride my cock until she screams my name? Or fuck her ass until I’ve fucked every last drop of you out of her? Let’s hear it. Just how bad do you really want me … boy?”

Consumed and mesmerized by the exquisiteness of his influence, when his heavy gaze slides down my body, I can’t help myself. I walk his way, driven and unfaltering, and take the empty glass from his hand. Then I pull his body from the sofa and against mine. I push my lips to his. I stroke deep, tasting mint, scotch, male, and a hint of the woman we both love, and relish in a kiss filled with endless years of undying love and dedication shared between two men that hasn’t subsided in close to twenty years.

My cock swells. My body is dying for his touch, aching for his control. I’m so fucking desperate and hungry that I’m borderline miserable. I press closer and sway into him with an insatiable raw urgency to take anything he offers. Any way he needs. Anywhere he wants.

His hands tear through my hair and a growl rises up his throat. This kiss isn’t filled with passion. Nor is it a kiss of affection. This is a building storm. It’s power and rage. It’s discipline.

It’s a man kissing away every last trace of his wife’s honeyed essence.

Before I think twice, I drop to the ground and kiss the toe of his boot, then look up at him helplessly. I stay completely still for a few seconds with my heart thundering through my chest. “Please, Keith,” I say without the slightest qualm. “Tonight is about you. Let me be your boy and you my master. Please.”

When I expect him to tug his zipper down, force my head forward where he can ram his erect cock down my throat with no compassion, no mercy or tenderness, and fuck into my mouth until I’m choking on his release, he does none of those things.

“Stand up, boy,” he commands with his eyes black as a starless night, his jaw tweaking, and his cock deliciously erect. “Tonight is going to be you naked, motionless, silent, as you watch me suck on my wife’s pussy until every remnant of you is gone. Then, you’re going to watch her ride my cock perhaps with a nice medium-sized plug in her ass, until she screams and pleads with me to let her come. You still want it, boy? If not, you know where the front door is.”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon:  https://amzn.to/3hWL8jj

Nook:  https://bit.ly/2Z4uG7P

Apple: https://apple.co/2Yxsyqh

Smashwords:  https://bit.ly/2CEllMv

Kobo:  https://bit.ly/2BxKZSy

Evernight:  https://www.evernightpublishing.com/call-me-sweetheart-by-lacee-hightower/

 

 

About the Author:

Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as dark, contemporary romance with a nice big pinch of kink.  Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and shoes, and an enormous hopeless romantic.  Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown in 2017.  Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website:  www.laceehightower.com

Facebook:  Facebook

Twitter:   Twitter

Instagram:  Instagram

Website:   laceehightower.com

BookBub:   Bookbub

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15905270.Lacee_Hightower

Dreamland by Beth D. Carter

Congratulations to Beth D. Carter on your new release!


 

What inspired you to write Dreamland?

Ever since the genre exploded in the mainstream romance world back in 1986, with the publication of Timeless Passion by Constance O’Day Flannery, I have loved time travel. It had always been my goal to write time travel in a unique way, and Dreamland certainly delivers on that! I love all the books I’ve written, but I have to admit, this one is my favorite.

Tell us something about the novel that doesn’t appear on the blurb or the excerpt.

Okay, obviously if the book is set in Hollywood during the Roaring Twenties, I had to mention someone famous. So…Dicen and Juliet go to a party and he sees a man that’s slightly familiar. Juliet tells him it’s John Barrymore, and he replies now he sees the resemblance to Drew. Juliet asks who’s that, and he replies “Just a girl I know.” I think the scene is hilarious!

How much research went into Dreamland?

I wanted this to be as authentic as possible so a lot of research went into the lingo. The 1920s was a completely unique time period, rich and beautiful as well as dangerous and frivolous. We as readers know what’s right around the bend for these people, how the world descends into the  Great Depression, and we feel that live-or-die exuberance from the characters. And it’s heartbreakingly intriguing. That’s what I love about this book and these characters.

 

The Roaring Twenties lingo

Bimbo: refers to a macho man

Giggle water: liquor, alcoholic beverage

Half-seas over: shitfaced

Jake: okay, as in “Everything’s fine”

Ossified: drunk

Big six: tough, like a six-cylinder engine

Keen: appealing, good looking

Balled up: messed up

Bee’s knees: great

Rummy: drunk man       

Applesauce: ridiculous

Drugstore cowboy: man hanging around the street corners      

 

Blurb

Dicen Burke had it all.  As lead singer in the world famous rock band, Dark Army, the world lay at his feet.  But the path to super stardom warred with a painful past and during a performance the demons haunting him finally descended.  Unable to stop the self-destructive path of alcohol and drugs, when he fell, he fell hard.

 

He wakes up in a world he doesn’t know.  The Twenty-first century rocker is now in the 1920’s, lost and bewildered.  He’s taken in by Juliet Fox, a beautiful woman trying to be a positive influence in her brother’s wild lifestyle among the Hollywood Motion Picture elite.

 

Dicen does his best to adapt, and with Juliet by his side, he discovers a world that offers him a clean slate.  But when he’s pulled back to the present, separated by time from the one person that gives him a reason to live, will he find a way to push past his demons as well as find Juliet again?

Excerpt

 

“Hey you,” a soft voice commanded.  “Open your eyes please”

He tried to obey, struggling to push past the lingering darkness that clung to him like a second skin.  God, he felt horrible.

“That’s it,” she soothed.  “Open your eyes.  Look at me.”
Finally, he managed to raise his eyelids.  An angel leaned over him, staring into his eyes.  She smiled at him so he smiled back.  He had always thought it would be demons that would come collect him when he died so it amazed him that heaven was calling.

“Ah, a set of beautiful baby blues,” she murmured, stroking his cheek.  “Hello, handsome.”

He opened his mouth to say something but the words wouldn’t come.  His tongue felt swollen, dry.  He forced himself to swallow to try to get some saliva flowing.

“W-what happened?”

She cocked her head.  “Bad hooch I’m thinking.  Gotta be careful of certain juice joints.  Come,” she said, holding out her hand.  “Let’s get you sitting upright.”

He hadn’t realized he’d been lying down but as she helped him up, he realized the halo around her head had been nothing more but the flickering of a street light accentuating the midnight hue of her hair.  When he was vertical once more, he finally saw all of the woman’s features.  Short bobbed hair held back by a headband made of crystal beads while dark eyes watched him from under thin, perfectly arched eyebrows.  Her lips were a cupid’s bow, painted a deep red.  Her skin a flawless pale shade that contrasted sharply with her heavily made up eyes.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

He blinked.  “I always like my fans.  Where am I?”

One of those thin eyebrows arched.  “That hooch must’ve really made you balled up.  You’re off Hollywood Boulevard, of course, belly up in an alley.”

He looked around, completely baffled.  How the hell did he get here?  Where was the stage?  The screaming fans?  Kieron, Van and Tony?

“Do you have a name, handsome?”

“Yeah, sorry.  I’m Dicen Burke.”

He waited.  He waited for the name to sink in, for her eyes to widen, for her to begin batting her eyes in an attempt to flirt her way into his bed.

“Juliet,” she said.  “Juliet Fox.  I was looking for my brother, Thayer, and figured I’d find him upchucking out here and instead I find a keen big six.  Say, you’re no drugstore cowboy are you?”

“Excuse me?”  Her lack of a response to his name, along with slang he didn’t understand, threw him.

“You know, a guy that hangs around street corners looking to pick up ladies.  Just so we’re clear on the matter, I ain’t that kind of girl,” she informed him, the smile on her face lessening the harshness of her tone.  “Have you seen another man out here, by chance, throwing up?”

She confused him.  He shook his head and then wished he hadn’t when it throbbed.  “God, I need an aspirin.”

 

Where to Buy

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/dreamland-by-beth-d-carter/

Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2ZHel9F

Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2Zq2uMZ

Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2VDlGpo

Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2Ajug54

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1030642

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dreamland-beth-d-carter/1117390657?ean=2940164129965

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dreamland-67

Bio & Social Media Links

 

I began reading my mom’s Harlequin Presents in the fifth grade, and from the first story I knew I wanted to write romance novels. I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. You can find me on the web at:

http://bethdcarter.blogspot.com/

https://twitter.com/BethDCarter
https://www.facebook.com/bethdcarterauthor

https://www.instagram.com/bethdcarter/

https://www.bookbub.com/profile/beth-d-carter

Amazon author page:  http://www.amazon.com/BethD.Carter/e/B00EOTD1T0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1385417145&sr=8-1

 

 

Watch the Book Trailer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXCKdpjlb7U