Release Blitz: Chasing Forever

 

Old wounds, new directions, and a forever worth chasing.

 

Chasing Forever by Kelly Jensen

Series: This Time Forever #3

 

Publisher: Riptide Publishing

Release Date (Print & Ebook): 12/10/18

Length:
Ebook: Word Count: 88,163
Print: Page Count: 333

Subgenre: Queer contemporary romance

Reading Warnings: References to child abandonment, neglect and abuse. Depression. Physical disability. All other warnings and tags can be found at:

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About Chasing Forever:
Old wounds, new directions, and a forever worth chasing.
Malcolm Montgomery was a history teacher and track coach until an accident left him with two broken legs. He’ll recover, but life has knocked his feet out twice now. He’s not sure if he’s ready to try again, especially when it comes to love—and slick guys like Brian Kenway. Still, he needs help mentoring the school’s LGBTQ society, so he asks Brian to take some responsibility.
Brian has been hiding behind his reputation as a liar and a cheat for so long that he actually believes he’s that guy—until his nephew, Josh, turns up on his couch, tossed out for being gay. Brian has never considered being a father, but he knows all about being rejected by loved ones. Now Brian wants to be more: a partner for Mal and a role model for Josh.
But when Mal’s recovery is set back and the sad truth of Brian’s past is revealed, the forever they’ve been chasing seems even further from their grasps. It’ll take a rescue effort to revive their sense of worth and make Brian, Mal, and Josh into a family of their own.

Kelly Jensen talks Chasing Forever: This story is all about new directions. Brian and Mal will both be confronted with challenges that will encourage them to channel their energy into something worthwhile. For Brian, it’s stepping out from behind his substantial wallet to make a difference. For Mal, it’s about learning to live out loud. For both of them, it’s about forming a family of their own, and chasing a forever neither thought they might find.

 

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Excerpt :

Brian limped toward his nephew. “What the actual fuck, Josh? I’ve been all over Morristown looking for you. Why are you here? You could have left anytime this week. Why tonight?”
Because he’d gone out?
He’d been out nearly every night this week.
“I couldn’t pay my tab.” Brian’s hands flailed upward, following some weird urge to get all explain-y. “I actually thought you might have burned the house down. I was worried. You don’t get to worry me, okay? Or take my stuff. Just what the fuck?”
Josh answered with a deep, hollow cough.
“Did you even pack the medicine I bought you?”
Josh shook his head, but coughed again, and damn, he was pale. And shivering. And sweaty.
“Shit.” Brian got down on one knee, hissing as his sore toes protested, and put a palm to Josh’s damp forehead. “How long have you been here?”
“I was going to catch the ten thirty train.”
“Well, you missed it.”
Josh coughed and shivered.
“Goddamn it. You were nearly better, Josh. How could you do this?”
No answer.
“C’mon, you need another hot shower and bed.”
“I want to go home.”
Fuck. Half-standing, Brian swung his ass sideways and slid onto the bench next to Josh. “I can . . .” He shook his head, pushed his hands through his hair, and glanced at his nephew. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I can’t stay here.”
“Why not?”
Josh managed an eye roll before he had to lean forward and cough again. “You made it pretty clear you don’t want me around.”
Not having a wall close enough to hit his head against, Brian mentally slapped himself. “Listen, I’ve been checking out options for you, but it’s hard over the holidays . . .”
“Then I’ll go home.”
Brian winced. “And live in the shed?”
“Maybe she’ll let me in if I’m sick.”
A burn crept up the back of Brian’s sinuses. “I . . .” Should he lie? Would it be kinder to lie? He pulled out his phone. “I don’t think so.”
Josh stared at him, eyes still wide and a lot red. He wasn’t well enough to be out in the cold.
“Maybe we should wait until we get back to my place.”
The kid didn’t move.
Brian accessed his call log. He showed the screen to Josh, scrolling through the twenty-some calls he’d made to Ellen since Christmas Eve. “That’s how many times I’ve called your mom. I got a text back tonight. One. To tell me you weren’t there.”
“You called her?”
“I was worried when I couldn’t find you.” Irritated, angry, seriously pissed off. “I needed to know you were somewhere safe.”
“Like you care.”
“Josh, I’m forty-eight. I’ve never been with someone who was interested in having kids and never figured it was something I wanted for myself. I’m not warm and fuzzy. I’m sometimes not very nice. I told you I was an asshole. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care.” He paused to let that sink in for a second before delivering the bad news. “I really don’t think your mom does. I don’t know what her deal is.” Yes, you do. “But I do think going back there is a bad idea.”
Coughing, Josh frowned down at his hands.
“Come home with me.”
Josh shook his head, but Brian could see his resistance was crumbling.
“You can stay as long as you want. I’ll stop looking for another place. You can stay either until we work something out with your mom or . . . until whenever.” Brian drew in a not-so-deep and somewhat shaky breath. “You’re family, okay? Probably the only family that wants anything to do with me. So, let’s stick together. See how it goes.”
“You sure?” The hope in Josh’s eyes was painful.
Brian nodded. “But there’ll be rules.”
“Like what?”
“No stealing my stuff. You need something, you ask for it.”
Josh nodded.
“And school. You need to go to school.”
Not a suggestion met with excitement. Then again, who would be excited about school? Professors might be.
Warmth briefly tickled Brian’s cheeks. He felt the touch of an all-too-brief kiss against his lips. Reluctantly, he shoved the memory aside.
“And I need to know where you are. I’m not going to put you under house arrest, but if you disappear on me again, shit will come down, okay?”
That apparently warranted a cough. A deep, dragging sound that rocked Josh’s thin frame. But he didn’t say no.
Brian stood and held out a hand. “C’mon. Let’s get you home and warmed up.”
Josh hesitated before standing, and the hand he slid inside Brian’s was too warm and too cold at the same time. Brian nearly pulled him into a hug. Instead, he picked up Josh’s bag and slung it over his shoulder. “How long did it take you to find the station?”
Josh shot him a quizzical frown. “It’s at the end of your street.”
Brian’s smile felt weak. “See, you’re settling in already.”

 

About Kelly Jensen:
If aliens ever do land on Earth, Kelly will not be prepared, despite having read over a hundred stories of the apocalypse. Still, she will pack her precious books into a box and carry them with her as she strives to survive. It’s what bibliophiles do.

Kelly is the author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, including the Chaos Station series, co-written with Jenn Burke. Some of what she writes is speculative in nature, but mostly it’s just about a guy losing his socks and/or burning dinner. Because life isn’t all conquering aliens and mountain peaks. Sometimes finding a happy ever after is all the adventure we need.

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Giveaway: Any ebook from Kelly Jensen’s back catalog!

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Release Blitz and Review: A Soldier’s Wish


 

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 55,000 words approx.

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

The Christmas Angel Series

Christmas Angel – Eli Easton – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Summerfield’s Angel – Kim Fielding – Amazon US | Amazon UK
The Magician’s Angel – Jordan L. Hawk – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Christmas Homecoming – L.A. Witt – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Shrewd Angel – Anyta Sunday – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Christmas Prince – RJ Scott- Amazon US | Amazon UK

Blurb


The year is 1969…

Gary Fairchild is proud to be a hippie college student, and he protests the Vietnam War because he believes in love and peace. To him, it isn’t just a counterculture movement—it’s a way of life. When tickets to the Aquarium Exposition—3 Days of Peace & Music, or Woodstock, as it was better known, go on sale, there’s no way he isn’t going.
Richard Ronsman is a sheltered farm boy who lives in the shadow of his overbearing father. He’s hidden his darkest secret to earn his father’s love, but nothing is ever good enough—not even volunteering for the Vietnam War. And with just a few days left before he’s deployed, he’s invited by a striking hippie to join him at a music festival.

Three days of music, drugs, rain, mud, and love forged a bond between these two very different men that would shape the rest of their lives. They share dreams and fears, and when Richard is shipped off to war, they share letters and love. For Richard’s first Christmas home, he is gifted a special angel ornament that just might make a soldier’s wish come true.

This story is one of seven stories which can all be read and enjoyed in any order.

 

Review

 

There were times, while I was reading this book, when I felt overwhelmed by how beautiful it was. I needed to stop reading just to think of how much emotion there was behind the words. I loved it.
 
Both main characters were magnificent. I loved them for how easy was to get in touch with their emotions. Most of all with Richard, who was my favorite. He had so much internal conflicts that was heartbreaking to see his struggle. But it make it more satisfying to see him get to his happy ending. Gary was sweet. He was very supportive and he wouldn’t hesitate to help no matter what it meant. He was so free. It was great to see a character like him. He was a little bit too perfect, something I don’t generally like, but the plot needed someone like him.
 
The plot was nice. It had a bit of angst but so much more happy and romantic moments. See them together as a couple was beautiful. I liked the way the story was structure, both points of view and also some lovely letter. It didn’t had a strong Christmas feeling all along, but the last chapters compensate it. I can’t think of a thing I didn’t liked about it. I recommend it without a doubt to anyone looking for a sweet romance.

The Christmas Angel Series

In 1750, a master woodcarver poured all his unrequited love, passion, and longing into his masterpiece—a gorgeous Christmas angel for his beloved’s tree. When the man he loved tossed the angel away without a second thought, a miracle happened. The angel was found by another who brought the woodcarver True Love.

Since then, the angel has been passed down, sold, lost and found, but its magic remains. Read the romances inspired by (and perhaps nudged along by) the Christmas angel through the years. Whether it’s 1700s England (Eli Easton’s Christmas Angel), the 1880’s New York (Kim Fielding’s Summerfield’s Angel), the turn-of-the-century (Jordan L. Hawk’s Magician’s Angel), World War II (L.A. Witt’s Christmas Homecoming), Vietnam-era (N.R. Walker’s Soldier’s Wish), the 1990’s (Anyta Sunday’s Shrewd Angel), or 2018 (RJ Scott’s Christmas Prince), the Christmas angel has a way of landing on the trees of lonely men who need its blessing for a very Merry Christmas and forever HEA.

 

Author Bio

N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love. She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

 

 

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Release Blitz and Review: Christmas Homecoming

 

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 24,000 words approx.

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

The Christmas Angel Series

Christmas Angel – Eli Easton – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Summerfield’s Angel – Kim Fielding – Amazon US | Amazon UK
The Magician’s Angel – Jordan L. Hawk – Amazon US | Amazon UK
A Soldier’s Wish – N.R. Walker – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Shrewd Angel – Anyta Sunday – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Christmas Prince – RJ Scott- Amazon US | Amazon UK

Blurb

August 1939. Roger Miller and Jack O’Brien have been close since childhood. By the time they realize there’s more between them than friendship, Jack is leaving their sleepy Iowa town for college. But they console themselves knowing he’ll be home for Christmas. Right?

It is Christmas before they see each other again, but that Christmas comes six years and a world war later. Aged, beaten, and shaken by combat, they’re not the boys they were back then, but their feelings for each other are stronger than ever.

Neither know the words to say everything they’ve carried since that peacetime summer kiss, though. Even as they stand in the same room, there’s a thousand miles between them.

But maybe that’s some distance the little angel in Roger’s rucksack can cross.

This 24,000 word novella is part of the multi-author Christmas Angel series, and can be read as a standalone.

 

Review

 

This was such a wonderful book. It was so hard to put it down. I’ve never been a big fan of historical reads but this one worked perfectly for me.

What a liked the most about it was the sorrow. It was so bittersweet to see their emotions and how hard things were for them. It was so frustrating to know there was so much love between them and so hard for them to surrender to their heart’s wishes. The writing was really good. It was a little slow paced but it didn’t make it any less enjoyable.

I loved both main characters. It was so interesting to see their internal struggles. That was what I loved the most about it. There were very few things I didn’t liked about it. Maybe the ending was one of them, but what I didn’t liked about it wasn’t important enough to make me enjoy the book any less. In general a wonderful book.

 

The Christmas Angel Series

In 1750, a master woodcarver poured all his unrequited love, passion, and longing into his masterpiece—a gorgeous Christmas angel for his beloved’s tree. When the man he loved tossed the angel away without a second thought, a miracle happened. The angel was found by another who brought the woodcarver True Love.

Since then, the angel has been passed down, sold, lost and found, but its magic remains. Read the romances inspired by (and perhaps nudged along by) the Christmas angel through the years. Whether it’s 1700s England (Eli Easton’s Christmas Angel), the 1880’s New York (Kim Fielding’s Summerfield’s Angel), the turn-of-the-century (Jordan L. Hawk’s Magician’s Angel), World War II (L.A. Witt’s Christmas Homecoming), Vietnam-era (N.R. Walker’s Soldier’s Wish), the 1990’s (Anyta Sunday’s Shrewd Angel), or 2018 (RJ Scott’s Christmas Prince), the Christmas angel has a way of landing on the trees of lonely men who need its blessing for a very Merry Christmas and forever HEA.


L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…

Website: http://www.gallagherwitt.com
E-mail: gallagherwitt@gmail.com
Twitter: @GallagherWitt
Blog: http://gallagherwitt.blogspot.com


 

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Review: Sugar Plum’d by Leon Mauvais

 

Sugar Plum'd

 

As a young stag-shifter, all Pembroke dreams of is being harnessed to Santa’s sleigh. Yet his world comes crashing down when Santa is slain by the imposter Frost.

War erupts in the Arctic Circle, pitting elf against reindeer, and Pembroke is sent on a perilous mission. If he fails, his herd will be lost. When the mission goes awry, the stag-shifter must put his trust in an unlikely ally.

Where does one turn in a land of ice and blood? What happens when the enemy infiltrates your heart? What begins as a wavering alliance just might take Pembroke farther than he ever imagined.

 

REVIEW

 

I liked the idea of such a different kind of shifter story and I was expecting some sort of Christmas feeling in the book. Sadly, it wasn’t quite what I was expecting and didn’t really liked it that much.

There were a few things I liked. The unusual shifter was nice. The plot was also interesting and as I kept reading I start liking it more. I also like how different turn of a Christmas story. So unique that I was very interested to see where the story would go. I also enjoy trying to guess the motives behind the whole situation.

Even with the few things about that I did liked, there were a lot more that I didn’t. One of the things I found most distracting was the narrative. I found it confusing. I got lost so many times. I was reading for a long time without understanding what was going on, to a point I was considering to not finish the book. I found it so hard to get in touch with emotions with the main character. I felt nothing and that’s what bother me the most about the book. There was also some scenes that seem unnecessary, like the sex scenes without any emption involved in them.

I know this is a debut book and the idea was fine. I still think it had some work to be done in the execution.

 

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Release Blitz and Review: The Magician’s Angel

 

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Length: 27,000 words approx.Cover Design: Meredith Russell

The Christmas Angel Series

Christmas Angel – Eli Easton – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Summerfield’s Angel – Kim Fielding – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Christmas Homecoming – L.A. Witt – Amazon US | Amazon UK
A Soldier’s Wish – N.R. Walker – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Shrewd Angel – Anyta Sunday – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Christmas Prince – RJ Scott- Amazon US | Amazon UK

Blurb

Vaudeville stage magician Christopher Fiend lives for the spotlight. His chance at big time stardom awaits him in Chicago, the next stop on the circuit after the little town of Twelfth Junction.

Edward Smith wants nothing to do with his family’s theater. Until Christopher catches his eye on opening night, then treats him to a very special performance during intermission.

When a dead body turns up in the middle of Christopher’s act, suspicion immediately falls on him. If Christopher and Edward can’t work together to clear his name, Christopher won’t make it to Chicago in time. Edward knows he shouldn’t get attached to a man who will be gone in two days, but his heart—and a very special angel—have other ideas.

The Christmas Angel series of holiday romances follow the travels of an angel ornament through the decades as she inspires (and sometimes nudges) lonely men to find their Happily Ever After. The Magician’s Angel is the third in series, which can be read in any order.

 

Review

 

This was such an entertaining book. I hardly felt the time while I was reading it. The mystery was what caught most of my attention.

I liked the writing style and how exciting the plot was. It was fast paced and I loved getting to know the secondary characters. The setting felt unique. I can’t recall reading a story about a magician before so this was a nice first experience. The plot was center mostly in the mystery. It was fine with me because I love mystery, but I was expecting a little more romance and some more Christmas feeling.

I don’t think Edward and Christopher made a great couple. Sure they were nice together, but I couldn’t got to a point when I believed they love each-other. There were some good moments between them. I particularly liked the ending, but didn’t care that much for them as a couple. The book as a whole thing was wonderful. I wouldn’t mind a little more romance on it, but it was a great read.

 

The Christmas Angel Series

In 1750, a master woodcarver poured all his unrequited love, passion, and longing into his masterpiece—a gorgeous Christmas angel for his beloved’s tree. When the man he loved tossed the angel away without a second thought, a miracle happened. The angel was found by another who brought the woodcarver True Love.

Since then, the angel has been passed down, sold, lost and found, but its magic remains. Read the romances inspired by (and perhaps nudged along by) the Christmas angel through the years. Whether it’s 1700s England (Eli Easton’s Christmas Angel), the 1880’s New York (Kim Fielding’s Summerfield’s Angel), the turn-of-the-century (Jordan L. Hawk’s Magician’s Angel), World War II (L.A. Witt’s Christmas Homecoming), Vietnam-era (N.R. Walker’s Soldier’s Wish), the 1990’s (Anyta Sunday’s Shrewd Angel), or 2018 (RJ Scott’s Christmas Prince), the Christmas angel has a way of landing on the trees of lonely men who need its blessing for a very Merry Christmas and forever HEA.

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Jordan L. Hawk is a non-binary queer author from North Carolina. Childhood tales of mountain ghosts and mysterious creatures gave them a life-long love of things that go bump in the night. When they aren’t writing, they brew their own beer and try to keep the cats from destroying the house. Their best-selling Whyborne & Griffin series (beginning with Widdershins) can be found in print, ebook, and audiobook.

Release Blitz: Blood Echo

Title: Blood Echo

Author: L.E. Royal

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: December 3, 2018

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 85600

Genre: Paranormal, Romance, paranormal, vampire, captivity, lesbian, new adult, high school, bonded

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Synopsis

When her abusive father finally goes too far, shy seventeen-year-old Rayne Kennedy finds that her savior is far from an angel. Lost and alone she is completely enraptured by the beautiful but murderous, Scarlett. Taken on an adventure by the vampire’s well-intentioned sister, Rayne is drawn into Vires, a dark and dangerous vampire world, where humans are little more than natural resources to be exploited.

In a society that has been turned upside down while learning to live inside its constraints, Scarlett Pearce may not be much more than a slave to a power-hungry Government and the violent bloodlust that consumes her may be all her own. Before she loses herself in a world unlike anything she has ever known, Rayne needs to find Scarlett and the answers to those questions.

Excerpt

Blood Echo
L.E. Royal © 2018
All Rights Reserved

Chapter One
Blood. There was so much blood. It tasted metallic and sticky as it flooded my mouth. My back was uncomfortably warm, wet, and screaming in agony. A high-pitched sound filled the air, piercing, shaking me to the center of myself. My frantic blue eyes searched through spinning space, looking for him. My father was three steps up our staircase and wasted, drunk on his beloved infusion of cheap apple cider and vodka that smelled like drain cleaner on his breath.

The siren kept on wailing. I searched his eyes, so similar to my own, for any of the fear I felt, anything to signify that he too knew, this time, he really had gone too far. I saw none, and the panic settling over me was ice cold and heavy, crushing down on my chest.

Warm wetness was all around me. Only when the siren stopped, and I sucked in a deep and frantic breath that sent white-hot pain shooting through my torso, did I realize I had been screaming.

Lying there, my body strewn across the entryway of the house where I grew up, I considered that I’d never thought much about death. Bleeding at the bottom of the stairs, my ragingly drunk father staggering toward me to either save me or hurt me more, I wished I had.

At least I might see Mom. That’s what I told myself as the edges of my vision began to bleed, the colors mixing together and fading out. My father’s expressionless face swam into focus as he stared down at me. He almost looked sorry, then he ran the back of his hand across the midnight shadow on his chin and I was drifting away again as he started to shout.

“Stop looking at me that way, Marion! You left…”

The words drifted to my ears like I was hearing them from miles away, through a thick-fogged glass of space, time, and pain.

“You left me! You left us… You left us behind… So don’t you dare…”

I was dragged back to myself, back to the agonizing sting where the cool air hit the gashes in my skin as, with a wet thwack, a glob of my father’s spit landed on my cheek.

He’s going to kill me. The thought spun in my head, a carousel doomed to run endlessly. I tried to find the words to tell him I wasn’t my mother; she’d left us both when her long fight with cancer was finally lost.

This was how I would die, after six years of watching the man who had raised me sink further and further into an abyss of alcohol, emptiness, and violence. The occasional “accidents” had escalated to flat-out beatings, and tonight, I realized it would all come to an end. The minute he had thrown me down the stairs, sending me crashing through the glass door below, it was over.

“Rayne… Marion…” I heard low mumblings in the familiar voice that had come to foster a sick and unnatural fear in me. I told myself the lie I had lived by since my mother’s funeral—my father had died with her. I would remember him for who he was, not the grief-crazed murderer wearing his pajamas.

Tears flooded my eyes. I felt everything, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to sleep and to not hurt anymore, not like this.

Shouting woke me again. I listened to my father’s voice, the click of the front door closing, blowing cold air on the bare skin of my side. My shirt was still wrinkled around my middle from the fall. The words made no sense. The questions floating to me came from a voice I didn’t recognize. His replies were suddenly uncertain. The aggressor was gone, and I opened my eyes just in time to watch him become the victim.

I don’t know where she came from, how she found me, or how she knew the exact right time to walk into my life.

A woman stood in our entryway. Slender and petite, softly waved brunette hair hanging loose around her shoulders, and a form-fitting and deep crimson dress riding dangerously high up her thighs. A smooth leather jacket molded to her small form like a second skin.

I had no time to wonder who she was, but I knew from the minute she appeared like an omen in my darkest moment she was someone.

Dark eyes looked down at me, and I looked back, though I could not prevent my own closing. I shivered against an invisible cold and the action was exhausting. The warm pool I had been lying in was cooling and everything told me to close my eyes. It was curiosity that kept me alive, it was her, and those haunting dark eyes, searching mine, looking down at me so intensely, yet she was unreadable.

I was a captive audience, powerless to look away from her, and I saw it all.

Full lips parted, and I watched in awe and almost complete detachment. The way she moved was animalistic, fingers twisting roughly into my father’s hair—his head yanked right, while hers dipped left. When she turned back to me, letting his body fall to the floor with a heavy thud and pushing it away as if he was a wooden puppet, not a two-hundred-pound man, her lips were marred with blood.

She was beautiful and she was terrible, this killer, my angel of death. I wondered with the last of my strength if she had come to save me or just to take me away. By now, they were the same thing.

Her eyes as she crouched beside me were unforgettable, one brown, one green, though the irises seemed to be alive. The colors swirled, rich and bright, moving like flames, spinning into their own constellations. Suddenly, I was glad this beautiful killer would be the last thing I’d see.

Those strange eyes peered down at me, perfectly shaped eyebrows arched, and I stared back up at her. The only sound breaking the silence was my own rasping, rattling breaths.

This was it. It had all been for nothing, my father, my mother, me… This was the end of the Kennedy family, but somehow, I couldn’t feel sadness. Looking into those swirling eyes, light-headed, I couldn’t feel anything.

I sucked a gurgling breath through my bloodstained lips as I watched my father’s blood drip down her chin. Somehow, I forced out my last words.

“Thank you.”

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Meet the Author

L.E. Royal is a British born fiction writer, living in Texas. She enjoys dark but redeemable characters, and twisted themes. Though she is a fan of happy endings, she would describe most of her work as fractured romance. When she is not writing, she is pursuing her dreams with her multi-champion Arabian show horses, or hanging out with her wife at their small ranch/accidental cat sanctuary.

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Release Blitz: The Escort’s Tale

Title: The Escort’s Tale: an MMF Bisexual Romance

Author: M.J. Edwards (pen name for Robert Winter)

Publisher: Snow King Books

Release Date: September 21, 2018

Heat Level: 5 – Erotica

Pairing: Male/Male/Female (Male/Male interaction)

Length: 199 pages

Genre: Romance, Erotica, bi for you

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Synopsis

Do you want to spice up your marriage? Or perhaps you have a cuckold fantasy? Whatever your desire or kink, call JD Pierce.

Under his working name, Jasper has built a solid clientele and reputation. As JD Pierce, high-priced escort, he specializes in bringing bisexual fantasies to life. Sometimes a husband needs to be humiliated. Maybe a couple wants to be naughty and roleplay the seduction of an impressionable boy. Jasper, aka JD, is the man for the job.

When a young woman with a unique problem contacts Jasper, though, he fears he’s out of his depth. Alethia’s husband Nick suffered a spinal cord injury. He has paraplegia. The couple can no longer have conventional sex, and it’s driving a wedge between them. Nick is straight, but Alethia hires Jasper to help them fix things.

Despite his doubts, Jasper throws himself into the challenge. He wants to help sexy Nick reconnect with his beautiful wife. Using imagination and honesty, he unearths hidden fantasies in both of them. What he isn’t prepared for is his attraction to these new clients. The feeling grows quickly from desire to friendship and maybe something more. Will Jasper help Nick and Alethia and then move on? Or will they be the couple to bring to life this escort’s own fantasy?

The Escort’s Tale is a standalone bisexual erotic romance featuring a well-endowed lover-for-hire, a troubled man in a wheelchair, and the determined woman who brings them all together.

Excerpt

Excerpt from The Escort’s Tale, Chapter Two:

“Would you like to tell me how my name came up?” I ask, gauging that Alethia’s ready to discuss it.

She sets down her glass and darts glances left and right. Satisfied no one will overhear, she leans closer and speaks in a quiet, private voice. “Meredith is aware that my husband and I are facing some difficulties in our marriage. I mentioned to her recently over lunch that we’ve been struggling for a solution. She was very, um, detailed about her experiences with you.” Alethia blushes prettily. “And complimentary, as well.”

I smile at the circumspection. “Meredith has been a good client. I’m happy to hear she says nice things, since I don’t exactly ask for Yelp reviews.”

She snorts a little laugh, which I find charmingly awkward on such a chic woman. She puts a hand over her mouth to cover a grin. “I understand why, though that makes it tricky for, um…”

“Yes?” I prompt. “For someone in need of my services to find me?” I wink to show I take it lightly.

Alethia bobs her head in agreement. “I’d think in the internet age there’d be some sort of specialized rating service or booking site.”

There are a few actually, but I choose to avoid those. I don’t like the risk of zealous law enforcement having information about my working name or clientele. Word of mouth has always generated enough business for me anyway.

Since she seems more comfortable now, I dive in. “Why don’t you give me a general idea of what you’re looking for? We can discuss whether I’d be a good fit.”

Alethia inhales sharply and grabs her tea for a quick distraction. I wait her out again as she sips. Eventually, she places the glass back down with a sharp click and takes another glance around. She clasps her hands on the table top, as in prayer. I lean in, close enough to scent a trace of her delicate perfume. The essence of orange blossoms fills the air around her.

“My husband and I have been together for five years, nearly six,” she begins. “Nick has always been an avid rock climber. He played rugby, skied, competed in triathlons. Everything active like that you can think of. Eighteen months ago, he—”

She breaks off for a long moment to look at her entwined hands. Her knuckles gleam white, and I find myself reaching out to cover them with one of my own. She gives a shuddering breath at the touch, but doesn’t pull away.

“During a climb one afternoon on some cliffs, Nick had a bad fall when a handhold crumbled. The accident left him with a spinal cord injury. My husband uses a wheelchair now. He has paraplegia.”

I hear a sympathetic noise come out of me, entirely unplanned. She glances up to meet me eyes so I explain. “I’m sorry. I have a buddy from the Army who suffered an SCI. Rehab helped some, but it’s been a hard road for him.”

Alethia bites her lip and nods slowly. “It’s been…a learning process. Nick is strong-willed, though, and for the most part he’s adapted. We have home health aides to address his needs where he won’t accept my help. Also, we live in an apartment on a single floor that’s been made ready to accommodate his wheelchair.” She looks to where my hand still covers hers. “The problem is our sex life,” she whispers.

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Meet the Author

M.J. Edwards is the pen name for Robert Winter. As Robert, I write primarily gay contemporary romance. M.J. is the alter ego under which I get to explore a more erotic side of romance, with combinations of characters along the LGBTQ spectrum. The stories are light on angst, heavy on sex, and a happy ending for all is my goal.

I love hearing from readers so please feel free to ask questions or make comments. You can email me at mjedwardsauthor@gmail.com or find me on Goodreads.

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