Sunday, February 26, 2017

Cover Reveal & Excerpt for An Officer's Submission by Christa Tomlinson



Hello, gentle readers! As promised, I'm here this week with the cover reveal for An Officer's Submission, Book 4 in the Cuffs, Collars, and Love series. An Officer's Submission is the continuation of SWAT officers Sergeant Logan Pierce and Clay Foster's story. 

We first met Logan and Clay in The Sergeant. In Book 1, Logan and Clay started a wild relationship, full of tension and passion as they learned how to love one another as Dominant and submissive. Book 2 gives Officer Ryan Bennett and Detective Sam Roberts their shot at love. Book 3 is a sweet but very sexy Christmas novella for Logan and Clay. And now, we have Book 4, which releases March 16th. I shared the blurb last week. This week, in addition to the cover, I have a little excerpt for you as well.




 
And there it is. Isn't it beautiful? Now, I know what you're thinking. Christa, that's awful close to the cover for The Sergeant. And yes, it is. Intentionally. I know, I know. I'm supposed to have similar covers for marketing purposes. But in this case, the decision to use the same models was more of an emotional one. Logan and Clay are my first self-published babies, and their cover will always have a special place in my heart. So when it came time to do the cover for the second half of their story, I didn't want to stray too far.

In this case, I think their pose is perfect, we see a little more of Clay, which makes sense, because An Officer's Submission focuses on him. And of course, we have Logan showing his support with a hand on Clay's shoulder. Yay. They make me smiley faced. Okay! We've got the cover revealed. Now, let's talk excerpt and another round of ARC giveaways.

Excerpt from An Officer's Submission
Logan looked at his partner now, watching as Clay quietly undressed.
"You Okay?"
Clay nodded, but Logan saw the vulnerability in his eyes.
"Come here." Logan pulled his sub into his arms. "Talk to me."
"You know how when a cat wants attention from its owner, he wraps around their legs until he gets it?"
"Yeah."
"That's how I feel right now. I want to be wrapped around you." He paused for a moment, breaking eye contact as he lowered his lashes. "And I want to let you take over and control me."
Logan tightened his embrace on his sub. Clay had come a long way since they'd first started their Dom/sub relationship. But Logan knew it was sometimes still a struggle for him to admit to his needs. He tipped Clay's face up. "You know I'll always give you what you need."
Clay nodded. "I know."
He kissed Clay gently, stroking a hand down his back. Clay returned the kiss, his lips soft and parted beneath Logan's. Logan kept one arm wrapped around Clay's waist as he reached out to turn off the light. The moon dimly lit the room as Logan pulled the covers back and got them into bed.
When they were laying on their sides, facing each other, Logan tugged Clay's leg over his waist. He ran a hand over his hip, slipping his fingers into the leg opening of the tight briefs Clay wore. Logan caressed the smooth skin of Clay's ass, kissing him with all the passion he felt for his lover. Clay moaned quietly, his warm breath brushing over his cheek. Logan trailed his lips up to Clay's ear.
"Mmmm, I love that noise. So sweet."
*** 

Gosh, Logan. Can you stop being in love with your submissive for two seconds? 😉You can find out how the rest of their story goes on March 16th. In the meantime, you can add An Officer's Submission to your To Be Read List on Goodreads and bookmark their page on my website so you don't miss any updates. And if you haven't read the first three books in the Cuffs, Collars, and Love series, now is a great time to get started with The Sergeant.


 And finally, I have three more ARCs to giveaway. This week, all you have to do is comment below answering this question: What does SWAT stand for? Either include your email in your response, or select the Notify Me button in your comment so you receive an email if I reply to you. I'll use Random.org to select three winners from the correct answers. Good luck and congrats to all of last week's winners!

Thanks for reading!

Love,
Christa
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Saturday, February 25, 2017

I Forgot To Mention My Newest Release by S.C. Wynne


Hello, all!

No one will ever accuse me of being a master promoter. I recently had a new release and it just
occurred to me I never mentioned it here on the Cafe Risque blog. 

The latest one is called Shadow's Edge. It's a psychic detective sort of thing. Of course there's a healthy dollop of MM romance still, because I do love writing MM romance. I'll give you a little excerpt type teaser.

I've always loved watching mysteries on TV and reading them as well. It was fun doing something a little different from just straight romance. This one will be a series and I can't wait to start the next book.

EXCERPT:

I didn’t want to see the poor kid. I didn’t want to see any of them anymore.
I clutched my head and yelled, trying to wash my brain clean of the bloody images. I pitied my neighbors on nights like these. My shirt was soaked with sweat, and my stomach churned as I forced myself out of the vision. I panted and clutched the sheet to my chin, my heart racing like a freight train toward a wall. My mouth was as dry as sand, my eyes blurry.
Fuck.
Sitting up, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, pushing down the bile in my throat. Once my breathing steadied, I flicked on a lamp and sipped the stale water on the nightstand. It tasted like crap. My gaze wandered to the empty side of the bed. Even after nine months I always checked for William. Of course he wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere anymore, and the sooner I accepted that, the better off I’d be.
At times like these I wished I believed in God. Would it comfort me to think I’d see William again someday, or would it simply make the wait for the end even more tedious? I glanced at my wrists and the puckered red scars that paralleled my veins, standing stark against my pale skin. What if I’d succeeded? If there was a heaven, then I guess there’d have to be a hell. It was hard to imagine Saint Peter welcoming me at the gates of Heaven. More likely he’d have told me to take a hike. William would have been welcomed though. He’d been a good soul.
My cell startled me when it rang, and I pressed my palm to my pounding chest and answered. “Yes?”
“Liam?” Detective Thompson’s tense voice came over the line. “Did I wake you?”
“Another one.” It wasn’t a question. I knew what a call at two in the morning meant. It was never good news. Never.
“I’m afraid so. Did you already see something?”
“I always see something.” My voice was monotone, flat. Had I ever been any different? I must have been or William wouldn’t have loved me.
“I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
I wasn’t up to it. I should tell him I couldn’t handle it tonight. I had the right to be sick just like anyone else, didn’t I? I swallowed and tried to say the words. I’m not coming. I won’t help you. Find another psychic, why don’t you?
“Same M.O.?” I asked instead.
“Take a guess.” He sighed and then hung up.
Why wait for my response? He knew I’d come. I couldn’t say no. If I tried, the visions just got worse and worse. Murdered souls didn’t like to be ignored. In fact, they got pretty pissed off when you tried to pretend they weren’t talking to you.
I showered and brushed my teeth. Then I pulled on some jeans and a flannel shirt that still had William’s scent on it. I buried my nose in the soft cotton and pretended he was holding me, stroking my hair and telling me to calm down. Why couldn’t I hear him? Why could I intercept every other soul in the world but not William’s?
There was a knock on the door and I opened it to find Detective Thompson rumpled and tense on the front stoop. He tossed down his cigarette, and I followed him to his car. “Same as before. No letter, just a pink feather in an envelope with a number five written on it.”
No hello, how are you? What would be the point of that?
I grunted as I slid onto the passenger seat. He passed his phone with a picture of the feather and envelope illuminated. “I can’t sense anything from a cell phone photo,” I grumbled.
“I know that. I wanted you to see the envelope in case something struck you that didn’t occur to me.” Thompson started the car and pulled onto the dark road carefully.
Thompson was a strange bird. I didn’t know much about him. I had a sense of him of course. It was surprisingly pleasant, considering his line of work and his ragged appearance. He had a predominantly orange aura, which would usually mean a person who was good-hearted and kind. I’d actually experienced kindness from Thompson if I thought about it. It was the night William died. Thompson had come by the house to check on me. I’d been distraught when I left the hospital, and he must have had a feeling I would try something. He’d found me in my tub trying to bleed to death. I’d had a vague impression that night of him being panicked as he’d held me. I’d even imagined his warm lips brushing my forehead. Of course, that had to be a hallucination because Detective Thompson was all man, muscle, and hard edges. Those kinds of men didn’t kiss you and try to make it better.
“Prostitute again?” I asked, staring out into the dark night. I didn’t want to think about how kind Thompson may or may not be. My reflection in the window from the dash lights looked gaunt. Haunted. I looked away quickly.
“Yes.” Thompson glanced over. “Are you eating?”
I laughed. Not a joyous sound by any means. “That’s an odd question.”
“You look even thinner than usual, and that’s saying something.” He switched the stereo on and the soothing sounds of Enya came through the speakers. My muscles relaxed slightly.
“I’m eating.” When I remember.
He stuck his arm into the back and riffled through some files, grabbing one and tossing it onto my lap. I clutched it before it slid to the carpet. “Samuel Godde. Age seventeen. Runaway. No big surprise there.”
“Don’t these kids get it yet? There’s nowhere to run to.” I turned on the overhead dome light and pulled out a picture of the victim. Nice-looking kid. Good bones. I read the fine print and discovered his parents were Sam and Jean Godde of the Godde Winery. Filthy rich and still this kind of shit could happen to your kid. “Why would this boy turn to prostitution? Mommy and Daddy have plenty of dough.”
“I kind of get the feeling they weren’t on good terms.”
“Have you guys questioned the parents?” I slid the photo back into the folder.
“Not yet. We just found the body three hours ago, and he didn’t have any ID on him.” The acceleration of the car pressed me against the seat as Thompson passed a slow-moving truck ahead of us and slipped safely back into the lane in plenty of time to avoid oncoming traffic. “One of his buddies gave us his name.”
“You mean coworker?”
“Yeah. The kid’s pretty shaken up. Says he almost took this john, but the guy wanted Samuel instead.”
“Lucky kid.” I cleared my throat. “Well, not Samuel.”
Thompson smiled wryly. He had a nice smile. There again another surprise. His teeth were white and amazingly straight considering Thompson looked like a guy who would rather have his eyes poked out than spend time in a dentist chair.
“How are the headaches?” he asked quietly.
I touched my temple and shrugged. “Better.” Liar. But what did Thompson need to know that for? Short answer: he didn’t. I’d always had chronic headaches and probably always would. That was just one more lovely perk of my “gift.”
He tapped his slender fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music. “You need to drink more water. It’s good for your electrolytes.”
“Jesus. You’re worse than having my grandmother along.” I shifted in my seat to face him. “You don’t need to worry about me. I can feel how concerned you are, and it’s not healthy for you.”
He shrugged. “Worrying about others keeps me from worrying about me.”
“I’m flattered that you care, but, well, I’m not looking for a babysitter.”
He didn’t respond. I couldn’t tell if he respected me or not. I knew he hadn’t when we first met. William had talked him into using me. William had been good at convincing people to do things they didn’t really want to do. My partnership with Thompson was a prime example of those people skills. He’d felt I’d be a help to his buddy Thompson, and I’d given in to please William.
We’d left the lights of Los Angeles behind, and it was pitch-black outside now. Off in the distance there were some red flashing lights. I guess some other unfortunate soul had run into trouble tonight.
“That’s three kids in three weeks.” Thompson ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. “Any feelings yet what the hell the pink feathers mean?”
“No. Maybe it has something to do with the victims all being gay?”
“God. That seems so cliché, don’t you think?” He sighed. “And why the number five? I don’t get the message he’s trying to send.”
“Five. Five. Why the number five?” I sighed. “Five is the symbol of human microcosm. We have five senses. Umm… there are five crocodiles of the Nile.”
“Fuck. We really have nothing.”
“Maybe forensics will find something this time.” My gut said no, but I didn’t want to disappoint Thompson. Yet.
“I doubt it.” He exhaled roughly and the faint scent of tobacco and mint wafted toward me. “What uh, what did you see tonight?”
I frowned and my throat was tight against the memories that assaulted me. “Of course, until I see the body I won’t know if it’s Samuel or not in my vision.”
He snorted. “It’s him.”
“I’m glad you have such faith in me.”
“What’d you see?” He repeated his question from earlier.
I squeezed the skin between my eyes. “I saw a pink palm tree.” My stomach rolled. “The kid was crying, and I saw a slit throat and a fuck load of blood.” I wiped my sweaty hands on my thighs and leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window, trying to drive away the nausea.
“Shit.”
I swallowed. “Yeah.” I pressed my lips together. No. You will not throw up in Thompson’s car.
“You okay?”
“I’m awesome.” The kid’s crying was ringing in my ears, and I wanted to yell just to drown it out. When Thompson put his hand on my arm, I jerked away instinctively.
He pulled back and laughed dryly. “Sorry. I forgot you don’t like to be touched.”
My laugh was more of a croak. “Just one more thing that makes me super normal.” I huddled down in my seat, crossing my arms across my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t ever like to be touched. I’d loved it when William had put his hands or lips on me. He’d been able to quiet my mind with just a caress of his fingers.
“What the fuck is normal anyway?” His tone was gentle. He glanced over at me. “You should sleep. It’s going to be a long night.”
I winced. “Oh, God no. I don’t want to sleep.” Not with a case this hot. The visions would be endless and violent. No, much better to stay up at least twelve hours after the murder, when the assault would have faded a little. By then the kid’s voice would be dimmed, and maybe I really would be able to rest.
He cleared his throat. “Have you ever tried any sort of medication?”
“Sometimes.” I took Dramamine if I was desperate. But I didn’t want to go get a prescription for anything stronger. The urge to swallow them all at once might be too great.
“I would think it would dull the dreams and you could sleep.”
He really wanted me to sleep, didn’t he? “Technically they’re not dreams, and I would think you’d want me in my most alert condition?”
“I mean after. After you see the scene couldn’t you rest then?” He sounded sincerely concerned. Maybe he really did deserve his orange aura.
“Well, I don’t want to miss any new stuff that comes through.”
He ran his gaze over my thin frame. “I just worry it’s too much for any one person.”
“Have I complained?” Out loud. I mean, yeah, I complained to the walls nonstop when I was at home.
“No. But like I said, you’re wasting away right in front of my eyes, and it seems like you might need to take steps to protect yourself. The department will use you up and spit you out if you’re not careful.”
“I’m fine.” I hoped I didn’t come off as curt as it sounded in my head. I didn’t mean it like that. But I had no life of my own anymore, so I might as well spend my time solving stubborn cases like these.
“Hey, I’m no psychic, but even I know that’s bullshit.”
“Downtime isn’t pleasant. I prefer to work.”
He grunted.
“Maybe someday I’ll figure out a way to shut off the information that comes in and I’ll actually take a vacation. I’ll lie on a beach sipping a blue drink with an umbrella stuck in it or something.” I tapped my head. “But until then, time off just equals a train station of visions in my head.”
“What do you do about all the other things you see?”

“I politely ask them to shut the fuck up and wait their turn.” I laughed gruffly.

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Friday, February 24, 2017

Release Day!! by Felice Stevens


Today is release day for After the Fire, Book Two of the Through Hell and Back series. This book was hard to write; it's the story of Jordan, spiraling out of control, after the death of his long time lover, Keith.
When I first came up with the idea for the series, Jordan was never supposed to get a book; he and Keith were the stable couple in the background, but it just shows how easily things change when you are a pantser and not a plotter!
I hope you enjoy Jordan and Luke's story. It features one of my most favorite scenes I've ever written—the show down between Ash and Luke.
It is in Kindle Unlimited for three months only and will be featured at the special price of $3.99 for five days only.
Happy Reading!!

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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Character Interviews from Sean, BA, Kiernan and Julia


Sean Michael

Couple: Jake and Shae from Branded by Flames

What's your favorite meal to have together?

Jake: That's easy - steak cooked as rare as possible

Shae just laughs.

How did you meet?

Jake: I was a firefighter and I got called out to his place - one of the neighbors had reported him for trying to set his yard on fire.

Shae: Go on.

Jake: What do you mean?

Shae: You can't just leave it there - was I actually trying to set my yard on fire?

Jake: Well, no.

Shae: New neighbors, they didn't know I was being safe and that I had a permit to do the work.

Jake: You were building a dragon. Calling me to you.

Shae: I was creating art, for which I was handsomely paid.

Jake: I could pay you handsomely now, if you want.

Shae: If that's a euphemism, you know damn well I'm up for it.

Jake: You said up.

Shae (pointing to just south of his waist): I sure did.

Jake: Excuse us, we'll be back for the rest of this in... oh, an hour.

Shae: Make it two.

Two and a half hours later.

Where do you see yourselves in ten years?

Jake: Same place we're going to be in a hundred years, in a thousand. Together.

Shae: I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around that, but I'm feeling better than I ever have and I'll take it.

What habit of your partner drives you nuts?

Jake: Shae likes to tease me by hugging other men.

Shae: Only the people I'm good friends with - you always growl

Jake: And that drives you nuts?

Shae (smiling like the mona lisa): If by drive me nuts you mean turns me the hell on every single time, then yes.

What one thing will you never, ever try together?

Shae: I don't think there's anything I wouldn't try with Jake.

Jake: A threesome. I will not share you with anyone. Ever.

Shae: You keep promising me forever and that's a really long time to be with just one person

Jake (growling loudly): Ever.

Shae (wriggles happily)

Jake: I think we need another break.

That's okay, the interview is done.

Shae: Cool

Jake (picks Shae up and heads for the bedroom)

Carina: http://www.carinapress.com/shop/books/9781488024337_branded-by-flames.html

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BA Tortuga

Shane and Galen star in the Stormy Weather series. Rain and Whiskey and Tropical Depression are available from Dreamspinner Press and Hurricane will be available soon.

What's your favorite meal to have together?

Shane: Is this like an eating out question?

Galen: Just a meal, darlin’.

Shane: Oh. Breakfast. With coffee and bloody marys.

Galen: grins

How did you meet?

Galen: He was the hottest bartender in Florida. I fucked him against my truck. The rest is history.

Where do you see yourselves in ten years?

Shane: Old fucks on a boat.

Galen: Works for me, darlin’.

What habit of your partner drives you nuts?

Galen shrugs: He’s a natural flirt and I’m a jealous butthead.

Shane: Shiny suits. I hate those fucking things.

What one thing will you never, ever try together?

Galen: A threesome.

Shane: Galen! That’s not even funny.

Galen: It’s true, though.

Shane: Not after your answer before! You make me sound like I’m a slut!

Galen grabs Shane and kisses him Never.

Tropical Despression, the second Stormy Weather book, is just rereleased from Dreamspinner Press

Dreamspinner: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/tropical-depression-by-ba-tortuga-8160-b

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2lCNt8e

Kiernan Kelly

Interview with Jake and Brent from Riding Heartbreak Road:

What's your favorite meal to have together?

From Jake and Brent (they agree on this one) Each other. With hot sauce.

How did you meet?

From Jake and Brent: At a bar after Brent’s car broke down in Jake’s hometown.

Where do you see yourselves in ten years:

Brent: Madly in love and married and living in New York. Jake: In love and married, living on a ranch in Texas raising bucking bulls.

What habit of your partner drives you nuts?

Brent: Jake tends to wear chaps and a cowboy hat -- and nothing else. Drives me to distraction every damn time.

From Jake: You complaining?

From Brent: Did it sound like I was complaining?

From Jake: Sort of.

From Brent: Clean out your ears.

What one thing will you never, ever try together?

From Brent: Bullriding. Ouch.

From Jake: Sushi. If I want raw fish, I’ll go down to the lake, stick my mouth in the water, and wait for something to swim in.

Riding Heartbreak Road is available at

Evil Plot Bunny: http://www.evilplotbunny.com/index.php/riding-heartbreak-road-mm-western-contemporary/

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2kVw0Ug

Julia Talbot

Interview with Jack, Kenneth and Miles from Wolfmanny

What’s your favorite meal to have together?

Kenneth: Anything Gretchen cooks. She makes amazing enchiladas.

Jack. Cookies

Miles: *blinks innocently behind his wee glasses* finger foods

How did you meet?

Miles: Kenneth and I have been best friends for years

Jack: They hired me as the manny

Kenneth: Is that even a word?

Jack *grins evilly* in this genre it is

Where do you see yourself in ten years?

Jack: half the kids will be gone! Bahamas here we come

Mile: wolves in the Bahamas?

Kenneth: Let’s just say vacay

Jack: I can’t say that. Too gay

Miles *rolls his eyes* you’re the gayest

What habit of your partner’s drives you nuts?

Miles: Jack snores

Jack: Kenneth goes away for long trips

Kenneth: they nag

What one thing will you never try together?

All: Spanking!

The boys are in Wolfmanny, available now from Dreamspinner Press.

Dreamspinner: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/wolfmanny-by-julia-talbot-8124-b

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2kI23Mf

Sean’s website is http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Julia’s is http://www.juliatalbot.com

BA’s is http://www.batortuga.com

Kiernan's is www.KiernanKelly.com

Facebook:

Sean -- https://www.facebook.com/SeanMichaelWrites

Julia -- https://www.facebook.com/juliatalbotauthor

BA -- https://www.facebook.com/batortuga

Kiernan -- https://www.facebook.com/kiernan.kelly

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Release Date for An Officer's Submission by Christa Tomlinson


It's finally time! Time for me to share with everyone more news on the continuation of Logan and Clay's story. First, the title: An Officer's Submission. Do you like it? I sure hope so because it's already on the cover. ;-) (That will be revealed next week!) It was a joy to write them again. I know these characters and they have a very strong presence in my writer brain. It was lovely to hang out with Logan and Clay, even if I wasn't always nice to them.

For my second offering - I have the blurb. I'm still tweaking it a bit. But since I like all of you, I'll give you a peek at it before it gets to the final copy.

**** 
Police Officer Clay Foster is finally at peace and happy with his life. He enjoys his career as a member of Houston’s SWAT team, and he loves submitting to his Dom in the bedroom. Unfortunately, nothing stays perfect forever. The harsh ugliness of the real world destroys Clay’s bubble of happiness. His trust shattered, Clay is forced to reevaluate his career, his relationship, and himself.

 Sergeant Logan Pierce’s job is to take charge and lead Houston’s elite SWAT team. But the most important thing in his life is taking care of his submissive, Clay. Clay is his whole world, and Logan will do whatever is necessary to keep him safe. Even if that means going up against Clay’s stubbornness in order to help him heal.

Can Dominant and submissive work together to rebuild their happiness? Or will their love and relationship end before its truly begun?
****



Gasp! What does this mean? What is happening? Well, you'll be able to find out on release day, March 16th.  That's only three and a half weeks away!




But wait - there's more! I have Advanced Review Copies for three lucky readers. Entering is easy. Just comment below with your favorite memory from The Sergeant. (If you haven't read The Sergeant, don't fret - I'll do other giveaways that don't require prior knowledge.) Don't forget to enter your email so that I can contact you if you're the winner. Or, you can check the Notify Me box in your comment, and I'll be able to contact you that way. Winner selected next Sunday! *EDIT: Winners have been selected. Since there were only five entries, I'm gifting all the commenters with a copy. =)







That's all I have for now. Be sure to check back next week for the cover, an excerpt and more ARCs! And while you're waiting, you can add An Officer's Submission to your To Be Read List on Goodreads and bookmark their page on my website so you don't miss any updates. And if you haven't read the first three books in the Cuffs, Collars, and Love series, now is a great time to get started with The Sergeant.




Thanks for reading! Love,
Christa
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