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Toby's Aden's Billionaire Playboy

3/30/2018

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A little late, but still Friday, so I bring to you all Toby Aden and the Billionaire Playboy!
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Blurb:

Xavier Fernando

"I never thought it possible to feel an attraction for anyone."

I'm an artist and I have a new contract with The Golden Gallery. I've got best friends who get me and my jokes and a family who supports and loves me. What more could I possibly want or need? I have it all except, I just don't know what it means to be in love. I've never experienced it nor been attracted to anyone in my life. I don't think it's a bad thing and despite the fact that most people prefer to slot me into the ace spectrum, I don't necessarily see myself in that category. I am happy the way I am, content even or at least, I tell myself that, shoving away the idea that there's something wrong with me.

Andre Tomasine

"I never thought I'd ever be attracted to a man."

​You probably know me as the Billionaire Playboy. I come from generations of old money and started my first business venture at age nineteen. The Golden Gallery was my baby and I watched it grow into a huge success all over the world. The first time I set eyes on Xavier Fernando, my world was rocked and turned upside down. I couldn't get him out of my mind and I tried to write it off as being impressed by his genius skills as an artist. It worked too until we bumped into each other again, literally, and the same heady feeling came over me. In an attempt to understand why I was feeling this way, I decided to get closer to Xavier, and to know the man behind the art.

Excerpt

“Beautiful art.”

I had no idea how long I’d stood there peering at the collection, lost in my own world, when a voice spoke from behind me. I was greatly startled and jumped slightly before spinning around to see who it was. I had been unprepared for the sight which greeted me as well as the strange feeling that flitted through me too quickly for me to pinpoint or even recognize.

With my throat dry, the only thing I’d been able to whisper was, “What?”

“I said beautiful art,” the stranger repeated, nodding towards the piece I was standing in front of.

The stranger peered back at me from eyes so golden it was a shock, as I’d never seen eyes this color before. They were framed with dark long lashes most women would kill for, which only served to further highlight his features. With a head full of lush, dark, sable locks, high cheekbones, a strongly cut jaw, and regal nose set into the face staring back at me, I was completely lost in his stare.

The stranger was dressed almost like me in plush, ash cashmere, turtleneck, high enough to be folded down over his neck and hug his skin, without an inch of skin showing there. Unlike me though he wore form hugging, dark jeans and a long below-the-knee length, blue casual coat. Even to me who had never found the human form particularly pleasing before, the stranger cut a striking look. As I trailed my eyes back up his body, I was surprised to see him staring back at me, one brow cocked upwards. It was then I realized he’d spoken to me, and I’d been staring rudely at him, without responding, and he’d obviously caught me at it too.

“Oh. Oh, yes.” I turned to face said piece and together, we both stood there, neither saying a word until curiosity made me inquire, “What do you see when you look at it? What do you feel?”

“Well, looking at it, I can see it was very beautifully done.” The stranger said and I was unsure as to whether he was teasing or mocking. Then he continued, “It reminds me of an old Indian story about an older Indian Chief who told his grandson, ‘Kid! We have two wolves within our hearts. One wolf is evil with rage, envy, jealousy, arrogance, and inferiority. The other one is a good wolf. He brings with him fullness, peace, love, hope, and beliefs. These two wolves are always in battle within us.’ The grandson then asked his grandfather, ‘Grandfather, which wolf wins then?’ And the grandfather responded, ‘The one you are feeding the food to.’”

“I know the story,” I said with a nod.

“Fair enough. Then you recognize the significance of it in this piece. Although the artist truly outdid himself making the piece look so real, as though the story could come alive any minute.” The stranger took a sip from his wineglass, stared at me with a contemplative look in his eyes, before turning back to the serial pieces arranged together, but still showcased in a way that displayed the individualistic trait of each work. “That’s not all though, as it’s seen as only one point of view. If you take a careful look around, you realize the art shows two sides of a coin. As though each side could be alluring but with one final deciding factor. The one each scene highlights. There’s light and darkness, trust and despair, joy and pain, each side tells a story. But which story is the most influential and which is ruthlessly locked away despite how alluring, how easy or hard it would be to listen, to give in."                                                                      

I sucked in a deep breath as the stranger succinctly described the scene to me, seeing the picture of what he was saying so clearly in my mind. Biting my lips, I turned to face him, respect and awe in my gaze as I allowed his words to sink in. “You saw all that?”

When he nodded, I swallowed, impressed as hell. “You really got what I was trying to say. Right down to the last minuscule of it too. I haven’t met any here tonight who got it in one go.” I stared at the stranger for a while, suddenly besieged by an emotion once more which I couldn’t place.

“You’re the artist?” The stranger asked, letting me know he hadn’t missed my word.

“Yeah,” I responded, saying nothing else as we both stood, peering at each other. My stare soon turned into a frown though and when I realized, I shook my head and extended my hand towards him, “I’m Xavier. Xavier Fernando.”

When he took my hand in a handshake, I was surprised to feel a tingle go through my body and quickly yanked my hand back from his. I stared down at the offending appendage, wondering what that had been. I turned my hand over and over, staring at my palm and the back of my hand but there was nothing there, shaking my head, I thought it must have been my imagination and soon forgot all about it.

It was then I realized I wasn’t alone and the stranger was staring at me peculiarly. God, I must have looked like someone who was nuts to him, well, at least he hadn’t walked away. I could already see steam pouring out of the usually unflappable Brant if I lost a potential buyer by acting like someone who was bonkers.

Although I couldn’t help being flustered, I drew myself to my full height, ignoring the blush of embarrassment which was no doubt high on my cheekbones. “I’m Xavier Fernando.”

“I know. You already said.”

I was taken aback by his word then left more flustered. “Oh, I uh… yeah, that’s me. Xavier, you know, the artist.” Inside, I was yelling at myself shut up, shut up, shut up. Where was the earth when I needed it to swallow me?

“I don’t think it’s a good thing to be wishing for though. It would be such a waste with a talent like yours,” the stranger said, amusement coloring his words and when I looked at him in confusion, he added, “The earth swallowing and all, you know.”

I stared at the stranger, my jaw dropping, and heat climbing faster into my face. Palming said face in both hands, I shook my head, “Mortified. I’m completely mortified, and I cannot believe I said that out loud.”

The stranger threw his head back at my antics and let loose a full belly laugh, the sound so intriguing, I was unable to stop myself from peeking from between my fingers at him. Slowly, I let my hands fall down away from my face and stared at him openly, as though he was a work of interesting colors I was trying to blend and decipher. We’d attracted some attention from other patrons, but neither of us seemed to care about that.

“Your mind’s very interesting, Xavier. May I call you Xavier?”

I nodded in response to his question then said, “That’s what you think.”

“Well, I’ve been thoroughly entertained all the same,” the stranger said, “And you can call me Andre. Andre Toma…”

“Tomasine!” I cried in surprise, shocked I hadn’t immediately recognized one of the Tomasines and had made a fool of myself in front of him too. God, I hissed under my breath. Could things get worse than this? “I didn’t recognize you. I’m such an idiot. Excuse me while I go bash my head on the wall somewhere private.”

“Not on my account, please don’t.”

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blurb:

Shawn Pierce is a freelance photographer. He makes his living taking pictures of any and everything. Just when he hits the biggest contract of his career, a surprise visit from his estranged twin’s boss turns his life upside down. Billionaire Alejandro Rivera lives by the code, work hard and play harder, except, all he ever seems to do is play. With his money basically managing itself, no one ever expected him to keep a close watch on his finances until he noticed amidst his vast wealth, the huge chunk missing.

Tracking down the traitor Shane Pierce seemed the logical thing to do except his search turned up Shawn instead of Shane. With the gorgeous twink pushing all his buttons and Alejandro unwilling to forgo his leverage, he whisks Shawn away to his private island, keeping him prisoner until he gets what’s owed him.

Excerpt:

“Ah. About that…” Charlene started. Only to be cut short by a voice so familiar that it took a lot for Shawn to hide his irritation.

“Darling.” Alejandro Rivera called, his voice silky smooth as he slid his hand around Shawn’s waist and laid a kiss on his cheek. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?” He said, turning his megawatts smile on Shawn’s client.

Shawn stifled the urge to groan and jab Alejandro with his elbow, silently fuming and wondering what the billionaire was up to. So help him God if the man created problems for him with his client, he would unleash his wrath on him and that was not an idle threat. He peaked up at Alejandro and even annoyed, couldn’t deny the masculinity and beauty of the man wrapped around him.

Fuck but he was a gorgeous bastard and Shawn felt heat climb onto his cheek at his thoughts regardless of the inner conflict washing through him. He turned his gaze to the group in front of him and noticed the look of recognition in their eyes, seeing for himself that even they weren’t immune to his charms.

“No. Definitely not Mr. Rivera. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Surprised and awed, Charlene fawned all over the billionaire. “We’ve never had the pleasure of meeting but I’m Charlene McCarthy.” She said, holding out her hand for the notorious billionaire.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Alejandro responded, stepping away from Shawn and flashing her with an irresistible smile. He took her hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. His grin stretched wider as he noticed the flush climbing up her face. “I hope you don’t mind me tagging along with Shawn here. He doesn’t feel it’s necessary for people to know about us yet and we’re taking a long break after his shoot today.” Alejandro elaborated, sliding his left arm around Shawn’s waist once more and pulling the man against his side.

Shawn was ready to murder Alejandro. Just plain bash him over the head but it seemed even his boss was not irresistible to Alejandro’s lethal charms. Apparently, the man’s reputation preceded him and men and women fell all over themselves to get to him and now was no object at all. Totally cringe worthy!

And pretending that they were dating, cozying up to him in front of others, Shawn couldn’t decide between attraction and annoyance. He was extremely irritated but apparently, his body didn’t get the memo especially with Alejandro dragging his thumb up and down his side. Gods, but the infuriating bastard was distracting. He tried to discreetly slip out of Alejandro’s grasp but the man simply tightened his hold around his waist and dragged him flush against his side and all without sparing him a glance too. What an arrogant bastard!

“Oh sure. No problem at all. We love his work so far so he should be able to finish off everything today. I’m sure the crew will find a place for you if you’re interested in watching the shoot.” Charlene simpered, batting her eyelashes and fawning all over the damned man.

“That sounds good to me. Don’t you think so darling?” Alejandro asked, eyeing Shawn with a challenging glint in his eyes, daring Shawn to contradict his words.

Shawn furrowed his brows, so badly wanting to tell off the billionaire but knowing the man would drag him out of here if he wished and to hell with his contract. That was the only reason he pursed his lips, hard, knowing if he opened his mouth, he might not be able to keep his snarl out of his words. His nod of assent though generated him a response which made him feel like punching Alejandro but he showed great restraint in holding himself back. Especially since Alejandro gave him a triumphant smirk and leaned in to kiss his cheek and the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll stay out of the way.” Alejandra said with a grin that melted all of them right there and then. No doubt, they were seeing the dollar signs and the prestige that came with having The Alejandro Rivera’s boyfriend doing their photo shoot. Damn but Shawn could just see how much they would want to milk this for. “Later, love.” Alejandro said, kissing Shawn right there on the lips for everyone to see before moving away and leaving a stunned group behind, Shawn included.

Turning back to the group of executives, Shawn said. “Well, I’d like to begin shooting for the day. Since I’m sure you must be busy. Charlene, I’ll send the slides over to you by courier once I’m done sorting it and have my assistant work with you until you’re satisfied with the shots, yes?”

Charlene nodded, her gaze slowly returning back to Shawn and she cleared her throat before responding. “Good, good. You know our deadline.”

“I’ll have it to you before then.” Shawn confirmed.

“Alright. We’ll let you get back to work.” She said before leading the rest of the executives away but not before casting one last long look at Alejandro. Shawn heaved a sigh, knowing that today would be an especially long one.

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About Toby

I fell in love with romance novels at an early age and ever since, kept reading everything I could get my hands on from historical to contemporary. I especially love to read anything paranormal but ever since coming across MM romance books, I seem to lean more towards this genre in keeping my mind occupied.

I am an avid reader who spends much of my time, immersed in the world of romantic novels whilst letting my over-active imagination soar. When not seen with my nose stuck in a book, I’m tapping away at the keyboards, writing something down.

Find Toby Here:

Visit her website at: www.tobyaden.wix.com/author
Email her at: [email protected]
Find her on Facebook at: facebook.com/toby.aden
Follow her on Twitter at: @AdenToby 
Find her on Amazon at: https://www.amazon.com/Toby-Aden/e/B01DQ17XDQ/ 

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Kelex's Best Friends - In Bed 1

3/23/2018

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Hello! This Friday's Author Spotlight is Kelex. Today she shares with us her new release Best Friends. This is book 1 of her new In Bed series.
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Blurb

Five old college buddies drifting away from one another…
 
One last chance to get things right…
 
Jesse’s friends are falling apart. Adam and Clay are at odds—again. Benji is growing more distant. And don’t even get him started on his lady’s man best friend. Hayden’s partying and screwing has become a noticeable problem. Jesse figures they all need a night out—together—to bring them back to where they’d been.
 
Adam and Clay arrive and refuse to speak to one another. Benji has brought along a new friend he’s more interested in. And Hayden shows up with an older woman draped over him like a cheap suit.
 
Jesse’s incensed—it was supposed to be a guy’s night!
 
He watches the pair of them, anger growing as he can’t help but witness Hayden and the woman—and all their PDAs. It makes him sick, seeing that woman touching his… his… his best friend.
 
By the end of dinner, Jesse’s ready to toss in the towel and call it a night. The check arrives with a pile of fortune cookies. Each person at the table grabs one, and their unwanted guest reminds them they need to add in bed to the end of their fortunes.
 
Jesse never counted on her being right—or that his fortune would come true.
 
In bed.

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Excerpt

Olivia opened the door and drew him inside the semi-darkened room.

“Livi!”

Jesse turned and saw a half-naked woman on her knees. It took his eyes a moment to acclimate to the low light. A nightlight of some kind was on, giving the room a surreal glow. It eventually hit him that it was Mandy in her bra and panties, on her knees. Between Hayden’s thighs. 

He gasped inwardly as he realized Mandy was blowing Hayden. Jesse’s stare roamed over Hayden’s nakedness. His chest was bare, his jeans open and pushed down his hips some, exposing nearly everything.

Hayden’s cock was hard and jutting out… and slick from Mandy’s mouth. Jesse lifted his stare and met Hayden’s shocked gaze.

But it wasn’t only shock. There was some lust in them, too.

As if Hayden wasn’t too upset in being caught.

“It’s my room, too,” Olivia said, shutting the door. “We can play in here, too.”

Jesse opened his mouth to argue they should leave when Olivia pushed him down on the bed across from Mandy and Hayden, knocking any denial from his lips. She knelt on the floor like Mandy and began undoing his jeans.

“Wait, maybe we should go somewhere else,” Jesse said, trying to still her fingers.

His stare drifted to Hayden’s cock again, and he forced it back down to Olivia.

“There is nowhere else,” she said. Pulling her hand from his, she reached into his briefs and caressed his cock.

An unbidden moan came from his lips.

It was all Olivia seemed to need. She pulled his cock through the vee of his pants and began to caress him. Jesse closed his eyes, hating that it felt so good. He reopened them and saw Mandy had gone back to work on Hayden’s cock. He couldn’t see everything, just an outline against that glow of light.

There was no doubt to what they were doing.

The sounds of Hayden’s moans only added to the excitement he felt.

Jesse grew harder under Mandy’s touch… and he had to wonder if it was the feel of her hand or the visual of Mandy’s lips wrapped around Hayden’s shaft. He leaned his head back against the wall, watching the action across the room.

It was too dark for Hayden to be able to tell where Jesse was looking… yet there was a little part of him felt as if Hayden was watching him, too. If Jesse could feel that, could Hayden sense his stare?

He didn’t care.

When he felt Olivia’s lips wrap around the head of his cock, he closed his eyes for a split second. It felt good. Really good. And it felt even better when he opened his eyes and continued playing the voyeur.

Mandy’s head moved faster and Hayden’s moans grew louder.

Jesse felt his body responding to the sounds.

Olivia pulled off his cock and looked up at him. “I think I’m… I’m…”

And she jumped up and fled from the room.

“Oh shit, not again,” Mandy said and raced from the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Lovely,” Hayden said from the other bed.

There they sat—alone—with two hard-ons.

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WIP Wednesdays: Voyage to Romance

3/21/2018

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Yay, I'm on schedule this week! So, did you know I have a steampunk themed series in the wings? Well, I do, and this week I'm sharing with you all a small snippet from that book. Enjoy!


Voyage to Romance

the Eurydice's Voyages 1

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Steam filled the air as Dillinger walked down the stone streets of the filthy, yet beautiful city. The spiraling stone, iron, and glass towers rose high around him as he followed the directions on the map given to him by Lilythia. He passed by men in tail coats and women in long layered dresses. Cars, their steam engines billowing white puffs of smoke out of tall exhaust pipes, honked and passed by on the streets. Every now and then an antique horse drawn carriage would pass by, but they were becoming rarer and rarer these days. 

“So sorry,” a page boy bowed after he slammed into Dillinger in his rush to complete an errand. Frantic green eyes looked up to him only to widen in fear. “I’m so sorry. Please sir, don’t…“

“Just go,” Dillinger cut him off before he could finish his plea for mercy. The boy bowed and quickly scampered around him and down the street. Dillinger sighed, it seemed even his face was recognizable. Pulling a cap from his back pocket, Dillinger set it low over his brow. He couldn’t afford to run into the police while on this little chore. No matter how ridiculous it was.

Seriously, why did they need this guy? It wasn’t like the engineers on the Eurydice didn’t do a just fine job keeping the ship running smoothly. What kind of talent exactly did this Roman guy possess that drew his captain to bringing him on board? 

Glancing down to the map he checked the street he was on. It seemed he’d arrived. The pub where he was supposed to be picking up this engineer at was around here somewhere. Withdrawing the picture he’d been provided, he looked at the black and white photo. At the least this Roman was a looker, though he couldn’t exactly tell what color his hair and eyes were in the photograph. When would they come out with color for these things?

A car squealed to a grinding stop across the street and several men jumped out, one remained behind. Looking to the sign above the establishment Dillinger sighed. It seemed his place of rendezvous was being robbed. Just his luck. 

“Oh well, nothing for it then,” Dillinger grumbled as he crossed the street quickly, pulling his pistol from its holster beneath his wool jacket. The wood and metal gun was heavy in his hand, providing a sense of comfort as he flicked off the safety. He could feel the pressure tank filling as he slid the hammer back.

“I knew I’d find you here,” a tall, rough looking fellow was saying with triumph as Dillinger entered the pub. “Looking for your next master to wag your tail for?”

“Just get lost already,” a man, shorter and wearing a large pair of goggles atop his head, waved the other off. He sounded entirely bored. “I don’t want anything to do with ya. Didn’t I make that clear when I left?”

“Yeah, well I’m not done with you,” the rough one snapped, yanking the guy up from the stool and slamming him to the bar.

Well, at least the place wasn’t being robbed. Not that this wasn’t any better. How was Dillinger supposed to have a conversation with someone with all this racket taking place? Holding his gun up, he fired one shot. The booming sound of the bullet exiting the gun and blowing a hole in the ceiling drew everyone’s attention to him. 

Tilting his cap up with a finger, Dillinger smiled darkly at the crowd of hooligans and patrons. “Do you mind? I’m supposed to meet someone here and you’re making a horrible scene.”
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Louisa Bacio

3/16/2018

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Hello! I know, I know, I missed another WIP Wednesday, but that's because I've been working on my ManLove Fantasies Spring 2018 submission, so I really don't have anything to show you all. I did not however miss this weeks Author Spotlight! This week I give you Louisa Bacio, who is running a promotion of her book Lucky Charms this weekend!
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Lucky Charms

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PLOT:

After Cornelius’s family is jinxed, he suffers from the unluck of the Irish. Forced to spend every St. Patrick’s Day with green hair—and more—Cornelius must convince Jenna of his love when she’s unable to remember him.
 
Out for a good time and some green beer, Jenna sustains disbelief of not-so-little green leprechauns when she discovers Cornelius’s really big curse.

​This book is free March 16-19, 2018

EXCERPT:

She blew an obnoxious lock of red hair out of her face, only to have it slam back down, and tickle her nose. The other 364 days a year, it was all right to have naturally red hair and green eyes. On St. Patrick’s Day, this pseudo holiday of the Irish, it totally kicked ass. To celebrate, she’d slid into her tight green leather mini-skirt, and squeezed into a V-cut T with “Kiss Me I’m Irish” emblazoned across her chest. It might be the last year for the get-up, since everything was getting tighter, and thirty seemed a bit too old for the ensemble.

Someone saddled up to the bar next to her, and his warmth pressed against her arm. She turned to ogle his fine ass in tight, faded jeans, and the most awesome way his emerald green T-shirt pulled taut across his back.

“Whoops, sorry about that,” he said, smiling down at her.

His eyes crinkled in merriment, and she got lost in the magic swirl of colors – a rich base of green with flecks of gold.

“Sure you are,” she teased back, and then leaned into him for emphasis.

The bartender handed over a few schooners of Guinness, and Mr. Muscles handed one to her and slid another over to Mel.

Holding the glass up in a “cheers” toast, he said, “So, Red, are ye feeling lucky tonight?”

“I’m feeling like getting lucky,” she replied.

His eyes widened, and he clinked glasses with her. “I’ll drink to that.”

From the other side of her, Mel jabbed her in the ribcage. When she made eye contact, her friend raised her eyebrows, looking up. Jenna followed her gaze, taking in all that masculinity again, up to his shocking green hair.

Lord have mercy if the carpeting matched the drapes.  She couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his package, and what a bulge he sported in jeans. The sight made her gag on the beer, and sputter.

She covered her mouth, and he handed her a napkin.

“Whoa there lassie. If there’s anything that’s going to make that pretty mouth of yours overflow, it better be me.”

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The Huntress & the Frog

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Coming soon in the Once Upon a Twisted Time boxset!
From the days of old, with the twist of new, these fairy tales are just for you. 

Drawing from a well of myth and legend, each of these 16 USA Today and NYT Best Selling Authors, has put their own twist on a story from childhood. 
Modernized tales of love, war, oaths, and curses, uncover the secrets in Once Upon a Twisted Time. We promise you a Happily Ever After…

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About Louisa:

A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
 
Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, guinea pigs and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.

Find Louisa Here:

Website http://www.louisabacio.com
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Noelle Rahn-Johnson

3/9/2018

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Sorry we missed last Friday's spotlight, but this week I have Noelle Rahn-Johnson for all of you! So, please give her a warm welcome.
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Returning for Ryder:
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the Returning Series 1

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Ryder and his brother, Chance, grew up next door to Flynn. Ryder being the youngest of the three boys, followed Flynn and Chance wherever they would go. Things change for Ryder when Chance and Flynn graduate from high school and Flynn takes off. Though Chance and Flynn are still friends, Ryder finds himself the third man out when his brother doesn’t share anything on what Flynn has been up to.

The once close friendship the three shared is placed to the side as Ryder pushes on with his life. Well, until his graduation from college celebration when his childhood friend returns as a tall, muscular, tattooed man who has Ryder shuttering in all that is Flynn.

Flynn may have had a good reason to leave his hometown in the first place, but didn’t make his time away any easier. After being away for years, Flynn flies home for several reasons: one, to take care of his dad and help run the family business and two, the most important reason of all.

He’s…

Returning for Ryder.

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Taking a Chance:

the Returning Series 2

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Richard-
My life since my wife left me, I’ve been existing, for just one thing.
I was just drifting from one day to the next. Until I met him.
Now, I want to share my life, my love…and my secret…
So, I’m Taking a Chance.

Chance-
I’m a floater, a free-spirit. I don’t commit myself to one person.
Until I met him.
Now, I want to share my life, my love…until I find out his secret…
Can I accept it and move forward, or am I destined to be alone?

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About Noelle

Noelle currently lives in Northern Minnesota with her husband, their four children, two dogs, a few pet rats, a handful of goldfish, and a very spoiled cat. She spends most of her days puttering away on the keyboard with a breathtaking view of a lake in her backyard as a source of tranquil inspiration. Her and her husband were high school sweethearts, and celebrated their 25th year of wedded bliss in August of 2017.
She enjoys fishing, reading, shopping, writing, and spending time with her family.

Noelle's writing career debuted as an indie author publishing her 'In Pieces', Book One, in the "Pieces Trilogy", a heterosexual contemporary romance. She also has released book 2, 'Shattered Pieces' and book 3 'Broken Pieces'. She published In Pieces in 2015.

The she wrote her first m/m romance, 'Returning for Ryder', in September 2016 with a publisher. Originally intended as a standalone novel, it seems Noelle's fans had other ideas and she penned a second, called 'Taking a Chance' and a third, 'Keelin's Return'- in what is now to become 'The Returning Series'. She is no longer signed with this publisher and has now independently publishing this book and the rest of this series.

Naughty Night Press LLC signed Noelle for her MF Shifter Paranormal Romance, 'Remote in the Shadows', released in April of 2017. And released her YA/college love triangle themed new book, 'Lies' in January, 2018.

Noelle not only thrives on her love of writing, weaving worlds full of passion and romance for her readers to crawl into, but also the excitement of her readers when they know she's getting close to another release date. She plans to release many more books in the coming years for their enjoyment.

Be warned, no matter the genre of her work, Noelle's books will all contain explicit language and smexy romance scenes! 18+ audiences only!

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W.I.P. WeDnesday - Vacation of Fate

3/7/2018

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Technically it's still Wednesday, so this is on time! Though, fashionably late-ish. Today I bring you a small clip from Itáyu Lake 9. With #8 on its way to Siren I'm of course now planning out the next installment in this serious. Enjoy!

Remember these are unedited snippets, so please be kind to any errors you may see.


Vacation of Fate: Itayu Lake 9

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​That's it. He was going insane. There was no other explanation for what was going on. First, he's kidnapped by his best friend's psychotic stepmother, and then he's rescued by a guy with pink wings. The weirdness doesn't end there, not by a long shot. The guy with the wings apparently is dating his best friend, and having his baby?

Yeah Brady still couldn't figure that one out. Honestly, he was sure he wanted to.

The final clue he was losing his mind came this morning. He was watching television with Kyle and his mate Brannon, when a man came bursting onto the room. Now that would be the odd part, except it was actually the most normal occurrence he could think of. No, the weird came when the animalistic handsome man crowded Brady against the wall and growled like a fucking dog!

The chest rumbling sent chills down Brady’s spine and strange tingles to his cock. What set him running though, what finally convinced him he was losing it was when the god of yum before him growled “mine”.

That was the final nail in the coffin of Brady's sanity. Running from the room, he took off across the open field and headed directly for the woods. Brady wasn't sure where he was going, but he did know he needed to get away. None of this was normal!

People didn't sprout wings.

Men didn't get pregnant and lay eggs. Fuck, people didn't lay eggs.

Most importantly, men didn't ooze sexuality like a fucking cologne commercial come to life! Those men certainly didn't hit on plain, average, men like him!

Then there was the fact Brady wasn't even gay… At least he didn't think he was. Sure he found himself following an attractive guy every now and then, but this was, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, insane!

Glancing over his shoulder Brady gaped in disbelief. The man was following him! Why was he following him?

Making a hard left, Brady hoped to lose his attractive pursuer. Every time he turned so did the one chasing him. Furthermore the man, if he was a man, was catching up to him! Brady knew he was out of shape, spending every day in front of his computer, but he didn't think he was that out of it!

Seeing no other choice, Brady backed himself up against a tree and grabbed a fallen branch. Sweat was clinging to his clothes, and his chest was heaving as the man slowed and stopped in front of him.

“There is no reason for the weapon, Brady.” Damn even the man's voice held an animal sexiness to it! “I'm not planning to hurt you.”

“Says the guy chasing me through the woods,” Brady tried to sound firm, but with his lungs working over time he didn't quite pull it off. “What do you want anyways?”

The man’s head tilted to the side, his eyes, a deep shade of brown, staring right at him.
“Do you feel nothing?”
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So, what do you think? Interesting so far? Confusing? I promise it shall all make sense eventually! ​Remember to like and share!
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