Something new from me by Felice Stevens

"They" say it's always good to try something new, right? Well, at least that's what I've heard. With my five year publishing anniversary coming up quickly in August, I decided my longest series—The Breakfast Club series—needed a little re-charge. So, I gathered all the books together and put them in a boxed set for ease of reading. PLUS, if you have Kindle Unlimited (KU), it's also available there for you to borrow for free.

That's over 900 pages of sexy, sweet romances. I have lost love found, reunited lovers, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, sexy firemen, proposals, weddings, an visits from other guys in other series (hell James and Mal!!) But most of all I have that Happily Ever After we all want. 

So if you're looking for what one reviewer called "the perfect beach read," grab your copy and snuggle in for the weekend!

Universal Amazon Link:
BREAKFAST CLUB

New releases and more from BA, Julia, Sean and Kiernan

Hey y'all!

Happy Release Day to BA Tortuga!

A Border Crossing Novel

After a night at the movies in Albuquerque, NM, Brantley’s best friend, Matt, is shot right in front him during a robbery. Stunned and devastated, Brant tries to help Matt’s husband, Travis, deal with the funeral details even as he struggles with his own grief and Travis’s blame. When Travis’s best friend arrives, Brant is both annoyed and grateful, because he is so darn tired and can use the help.

Lex Espana is ashamed to admit he hasn’t seen his childhood best friend since Travis’s wedding. He’s even more amazed that he barely remembers Brant from that wedding, because he’s sure interested now. While it’s weird to fall for someone at a funeral, his feelings for Brant are real and make him long for a life he didn’t realize he was missing.

Neither Lex nor Brant knows how to be part of an us, though, and they both have a lot to work through before they can settle in. To become a real couple, Brant and Lex will have to dig deep to get past the roadblocks in their relationship.

Buy it at Dreamspinner

Or at Amazon!

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New from Sean Michael

The Teddy Bear Club

Too much of a good thing?

When Logan gets the call about newborn triplets in need of a home, he steps up, realizing too late the daunting task he’s taken on. He’d be lost without the men of the Teddy Bear Club—especially Dirk.

Dirk even offers to spend spring break at Logan’s home, helping him and the babies settle in. He loves being a dad, and he wants to help Logan find the same joy. It doesn’t hurt that they enjoy spending time together.

Before they even realize it, they’re settling into a routine… becoming a family.

Falling in love.

But their new bond is about to face the ultimate test. Will they come through and realize that with love, there’s no such thing as enough?

Find at Dreamspinner

Or at Amazon

Om Preorder now from Julia Talbot

When Jonas comes to small town mountain Colorado chasing his client’s pregnant sister, the last thing he expects to find is yet another pack of werewolves and another Alpha. He realizes his client, Gideon, isn’t going to be happy with the situation, since he runs his own pack down in Texas, but then, Gideon never seems happy about anything.

Gideon thinks Jonas may be the least attentive PI ever, but that’s werefoxes for you, right? Still, the guy does his job and finds Gideon’s sister, so he heads to Colorado to bring her home. Things never work out like he plans, and god knows there are too many Alphas about, but the one thing Gideon finds up in the mountains is that there’s a fox he can’t seem to keep his hands off of, and that family of choice can be just as important as the one you're born into.

Preorder at Amazon

Out now from Kiernan Kelly, writing as Dakota Chase

Repeating History: Book Four

A Harmony Ink Press Title

In their further efforts to recover the historical artifacts lost when they set fire to Merlin’s office, Ash and Grant go back to the early 1930s, where they must infiltrate Alcatraz Prison and secure a locket belonging to Al Capone. They find themselves at odds when Ash plays the role of a prisoner, while Grant is a guard. Capone takes a liking to Ash, whom he sees as a younger version of himself, and places Ash under his protection.

Before they can return to their own time, the boys must help foil an escape from the Rock, expose a corrupt and dangerous guard, and secure the pendant.

Buy at Dreamspinner/Harmony Ink YA

Or at Amazon

Thanks for looking y'all!

XXOO

Julia

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A first for me and a new audiobook by Felice Stevens

Today I have available all the related books in The Breakfast Club series available for pre-order. They will be at a special release price of $5.99 What does the boxed set contain?
The three original full-length books:
Beyond the Surface
Betting on Forever
Second to None

One novella:
What Lies Between Us

Three short stories:
Hot Date
A Holiday to Remember
Two Daddies for Christmas

All are original, with no new content, but it is the first time all books are together, so you can read them and follow all the guys stories from start to finish...unless I decide to revisit them, which if you know me, isn't too far-fetched. The set is also going to be in KU so it is free to borrow.
you can purchase it here:
AMAZON

The Coincidence, narrated by the always fabulous Kale Williams, is now available in audiobook. Ranging from hilarious to sobering, it's one of my favorite books he's narrated for me. You can find The Coincidence here:

AUDIBLE

AMAZON

Ask Andrew - MMM

Dear Andrew

My question is have you ever thought of writing and MMM?  Why or why not?  I have only read then if they are part of a series, but they are really popular right now.

Kendra

Dear Kendra

Okay.  I haven't written much MMM and in fact I think you would need to go back to some of my early short stories in the Satyr series in order to find and MMM story.  My First Bacchanal was the name and it was, I believe, my only MMM story.

I will admit that the idea of that kind of relationship fascinates me just a little on a tantalization level.   But in order to write a good story with that type of relationship, I would need to meet people in that type of relationship, and I have.  But up until now, it hasn't been a topic of discussion that I've felt I could be free to ask questions about and I haven't felt as though I could do this kind of relationship justice. That's not to say that I won't write this kind of story in the future, but it would require more research on my part.

Hugs and love
Andrew

Ask Andrew is your chance to ask questions of a gay romance author.  The questions can be about the writing process in general, writing sex scenes, gay men, sex, characters in romance, characters having sex... okay you probably get the picture.    I promise to answer your questions as frankly and with as much humor as I possibly can.

So if you have a question, please send it to andrewgreybooks@comcast.net.  This is different from my usual email so your questions don't get lost.  I will answer one question a week.

Please remember this is meant to be all in fun.  (I was going to say good, clean fun, but who wants that.)    So send me your questions and let's see what mischief we can get into.

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Footsteps in the Dark Anthology is LIVE! By S.C. Wynne

Hello all!

As you may know I was invited to write a novella for a Gay Mystery Romance Josh Lanyon was putting together. It was so fun, and I love my story! It's called Reality Bites, and it's book one in a new Hollywood Murder Mystery Series.

I'll drop the buy links below, and you can see if it looks interesting to you. It's eight novellas for only $3.99, so it's a great deal.

AMAZON    KOBO    BARNES & NOBLE    GOOGLE

Entrée to Murder by Nicole Kimberling - After a steady diet of big city trouble, Chef Drew Allison moved to the island town of Orca's Slough to get a taste of life in the slow lane. But hometown hospitality goes stale when he finds a dead body in the basement of his own Eelgrass Café.

Twelve Seconds by Meg Perry - A mysterious phone call, a missing executive, and an exploding rocket throw space reporter Justin Harris and Air Force Special Agent Greg Marcotte into an investigation that will change their lives...if it doesn't kill them first.

Reality Bites by S.C. Wynne - Detective Cabot Decker is called to the set of hot-shot TV producer Jax Thornburn's reality-TV show after a contestant is mauled to death by a tiger. Is someone trying to ax Jax's career—or Jax himself?

Blind Man's Buff by L.B. Gregg - A game of Capture the Flag turns deadly inside an abandoned shopping mall when Tommy and Jonah stumble into a homicidal maniac's hunting grounds.

Lights, Camera, Murder by C.S. Poe - When PI Rory Byrne goes undercover on the set of a historical drama to find a stolen script, the last thing he anticipates is falling for handsome, talented, and out-and-proud lead actor Marion Roosevelt—or to find himself in the middle of a murder investigation.

A Country for Old Men by Dal MacLean - Inspector Calum Macleod has returned to the Western Isles of Scotland to bury a part of himself he can't accept. But the island has old secrets of its own. When a murderer strikes, Calum finds his past can't be so easily escaped.

Pepper the Crime Lab by Z.A. Maxfield - When Lonnie Boudreaux's neighbor is murdered, he must foster the man's dog, befriend a mysterious former cop, and stop the killer—or else!

Stranger in the House by Josh Lanyon - Miles Tuesday's memories of Montreal are happy ones, but now that he has inherited the house at 9 Braeside, everything feels different. Was Madame Martel's fatal fall really an accident?

New Mpreg I'm Working On By S.C. Wynne

Hello all!

I've been busy busy in the writing cave! I'm working on an mpreg romance that has a slightly more dark theme than usual. The gist of it is the omega is kidnapped by a mobster, and the alpha holding him is part of the kidnapping. The alpha isn't the nicest guy, but he isn't the worst either. This dynamic makes it fun to write. Of course, there is also the challenge of making the alpha likeable enough that the readers don't hate him.

I'll give you a taste, and the cover too! (My reader's group already saw the cover. If you're interested in joining my reader's group, click on the link WYNNER'S CIRCLE

EXCERPT (unedited):

Chapter One


Opening my eyes, I couldn’t see anything. It was dark as night, and there was the sound of dripping water nearby. My head throbbed, and I was cold. Bone cold. Why wasn’t I in my warm bed? Had I partied too hard last night and fallen asleep in someone’s yard? Sitting up, I groaned loudly as my stiff muscles protested the movement. There was no sound of crickets or any type of wildlife. I seemed to be inside. I searched the gloom, hoping for something that might jog my memory. I scowled when I became aware that my wrists were bound.

What. The. Fuck.

I needed to think. Where had I been last night? The Golden Ring. Yes, I’d been dancing and drinking with Seth at The Golden Ring. So… where was my best buddy Seth, and why was I tied up? Was this some bizarre sex game gone wrong? I didn’t remember picking anyone up last night. I’d been tired and not really in the mood to sleep with anyone. No one had appealed anyway — Wait. None of that mattered. I needed to figure out why I was tied up in this damp hellhole.

I managed to scramble onto my knees. “Seth?”

No response.

“Hello? Anybody? Where am I?” I called out, as my heart thumped my ribs. “Why am I here?”

Silence.

My stomach growled, and I really needed to pee. How long had I been here? Had someone drugged me? I’d heard about shit like that happening, but I’d never thought it could happen to me. I struggled clumsily to my feet, stumbling a bit. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the gloom, and I noticed a small bed against the brick wall. I was a bit peeved whoever had dumped me here hadn’t bothered to put me on the bed, they’d just tossed me on the ground like a piece of trash. Even though my hands were tied, I managed to pat my pockets, but was frustrated to find my cell was missing.

I gritted my teeth and yelled, “Why am I here?”

Nothing.

Anger rolled through me, and I shouted, “You’d better let me go! My father is a very powerful man. He’s not going to appreciate you treating his only son like this.”

Something fluttered above my head, and I winced and looked up. I couldn’t see anything, but the soft cooing of a dove came to me. This was crazy. What the hell was going on? Had I actually been kidnapped and tossed in a fucking barn? I almost laughed because the idea of that just seemed so ridiculous. And yet… it was also terrifying. Whoever had brought me here hadn’t cared about my comfort, that was for sure.

There was a narrow red door near the foot of the bed. I moved toward that, feeling uneasy. The door had a grimy window, but it seemed someone had sprayed it with black paint so my view was blocked. My heart pounded as I approached the door. With my hands tied, it was awkward, but I managed to grab the knob. It didn’t move, and with a sinking stomach, I realized it was locked.

Anger rolled through me, and I kicked the wood. “Let me out of here, now!” I growled. My foot throbbed from striking the hard surface, but I kicked again. “I demand you let me out of here. Who the fuck do you think you are? This isn’t funny. Seth, if this is some kind of sick joke, I’m going to murder you.”

Nobody responded. There was nothing but a sickening silence. A part of me was relieved whoever had done this to me didn’t seem to be around. Anyone who’d do something like this probably wasn’t a very nice person. I tried to keep my fear at bay, but it wasn’t easy. If no one knew where I was, then no one would be able to help me. If this truly was a kidnapping, what did this sicko want? Money? I really hoped that was all they wanted. My dad would pay up, of that I was sure. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to his sole heir. Maybe we didn’t always get along great, but I was his only child, and I knew he loved me.

My head still pounded, and I sat gingerly on the little bed. The springs creaked alarmingly, but it held me. The bedding was a gray flannel blanket, a flat foam pillow, and white sheets. Nothing fancy. I thought longingly of my king sized bed back home with the down comforter and pillows. I leaned down and sniffed the pillow. It smelled new. Thank God it didn’t have some other alpha or omega’s scent. Thankfully, the sheets smelled of bleach. At least whoever this was who’d taken me hadn’t given me soiled bedding.

Hours passed as I nervously stared into space. Eventually, my shivering got to be too much, and I crawled under the blanket. The air of the room was freezing, and my teeth chattered because the blanket was thin. Did my captor not realize how cold this room was, or did they find pleasure in my discomfort? I’d be lucky if I didn’t catch pneumonia. It was February and the temperatures had been unusually chilly this year. Either this person who’d taken me didn’t remember that, or they didn’t give a crap if I froze to death.

As scared as I was, I apparently still dozed off. The sound of metal scraping jerked me awake, and I sat up in fear. I searched the darkness for some signs of movement, but didn’t see anyone. My gaze dropped to a slot at the foot of the door, where golden light shone through. It appeared someone had shoved a tray of food through that slim opening. I’d been distracted earlier and hadn’t noticed the slot before. I climbed slowly from the bed, crouching in front of the tray. Did I dare eat or drink anything offered?

“Who are you?” I called through the slot. “Why am I here?”

The slot slammed closed, making me flinch.

“You expect me to eat this? For all I know it’s poisoned,” I hissed, glaring at the slot.

The only response was the sound of heavy footsteps receding. I grabbed the bottle of apple juice from the tray, ignoring the food, and got back on the bed. When I twisted the cap off the drink, the safety seal cracked reassuringly. At least the juice probably wasn’t tampered with. But I wasn’t hungry enough yet to chance the food. It appeared to be some sort of beef soup. While the thought of eating something hot did appeal, the the idea of being poisoned did not.

I gulped the juice, knowing it would make my need to pee worse. Did this asshole expect me to simply urinate and shit where I slept? I hadn’t done much exploring of the space yet, but once I’d finished my juice, I set the empty bottle on the ground and stood. There seemed to be some cracks in the walls that were now allowing a hint of sunlight. Without my cell, I had no idea what time it was. I didn’t wear a watch, and was now regretting not listening to Dad about that. Of course, for all I knew this person would have stolen my watch.

I inched around the space, taking care not to trip over the various paint buckets and gardening tools. With the sun coming through the walls, I was now able to see the room better. It was larger than I’d first thought. There was what looked like a closet at the far end. When I creaked open the door, I found a dingy toilet and sink. I’d never been so happy to see a toilet in my life. I moved to the porcelain bowl, fumbling with my zipper. With my wrists tied, it was no easy task freeing myself enough to pee into the toilet. Somehow I managed to hit my mark, although zipping my pants back up was a challenge.

Once I had an empty bladder, I felt a little better. I still had a headache, and was still freezing, but at least I wasn’t in danger of pissing myself at the moment. I washed my hands, and returned to investigating my prison. There was one window, but it was boarded over, and no other door, other than the one with the slot. I tried prying the boards from the window, but wasn’t able to budge them.

My guess was I was in some kind of gardening shed. I eyed a rusty red shovel, wondering if I should drag it nearer to the bed, so it could be used as a weapon. I bent down and grabbed it, then I pulled it after me as I returned to the bed. I kicked it under the bed, making sure the ends of it weren’t exposed. With my hands tied, it would be difficult to grab the shovel, and use it effectively as a weapon, but it felt wrong not to at least try and defend myself.

Feeling groggy, I sat back on the bed and closed my eyes. I was still thirsty. All I’d had since last night was that apple juice. I’d had about four margaritas at the club, which was definitely helping me to feel dehydrated. I curled into a ball, listening for sounds from outside of the shed. At once point I thought I heard a dog barking, and the sound of a car, but I couldn’t be certain.

It was odd to have nothing to do. If I’d been home I’d probably still be sleeping off last night. Without my phone, all I could do was stare into space as my thoughts circled anxiously. Of course, I was too scared to be bored. I wanted to find a way out of this mess, but didn’t know where to begin. If my captor wasn’t willing to talk to me, I couldn’t try and reason with him. If I’d had my cell, at least I’d have had some hope I could be tracked.

My thoughts drifted to Seth. I hoped he was okay. Had he been there when I was abducted, or had we parted ways already? I couldn’t seem to remember the last half of the night. I had no memory of a struggle, or of being attacked. Was that because I’d been drugged? Hit over the head? I bent my neck, and ran my fingers over my skull. There was no bump that I could find.

I just needed to sit tight. Someone would come for me. My dad was rich and had plenty of connections. There was no way he’d just not care if I suddenly disappeared. I winced when I remembered we’d had a huge blow up a few days ago. He had been furious, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from finding me. He’d been angry because I’d been blowing off work at his company for a few weeks. I’d been having a blast with Seth in Hawaii, and I hadn’t wanted to cut it short. I didn’t have anything to do when I did show up for work. I was the VP of my dad’s company, Lewis Technologies, but it was mostly a name only kind of thing. Lewis Technologies was a well oiled machine, and all I did was get in the way. Besides, I had no interest in my dad’s business. I enjoyed the financial rewards it gave me, but I definitely didn’t feel passionate about circuit boards etc. It would be a cruel irony if I ended up murdered because of that company.

Of course, this person who had me captive could easily just be a random nut case. A pervert. He or she might not even know who my dad was, and I’d simply been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. This person might just like torturing strangers. For the first time in my life, I was grateful my mom wasn’t alive. She’d have made herself sick with worry. 

I squeezed my eyes closed, burying my face in the pillow. I was scared. More scared than I’d ever been in my life. I hated admitting that. I wanted to be brave. I wanted to figure out a way to save myself, but I didn’t know where to begin. My daily life was pampered. I didn’t have to figure things out because there was always someone there to do that for me. But no one was here with me now. No one was shielding me, or watching out for me. I was at the mercy of some lunatic who didn’t care if I froze to death. I held on to the glimmer of hope that he’d tried to feed me. If he just wanted me dead, he wouldn’t have offered me a warm meal, right? Unless offering me food was simply a way to get drugs in me. I’d be less likely to try and escape if I was drugged. Sticking me with a needle would be a lot harder than drugging my food.


I shuddered, and pulled my knees to my chest, trying to hold in my body heat. I had to believe someone would save me. I had to hold on to that thought, because the alternative was unthinkable.

This one will be released June 2019!

Hope you enjoyed the sample. :)

S.C.
www.scwynne.com

New release from Kiernan Kelly's YA alter ego Dakota Chase!

When Ash and Grant set fire to Merlin’s office, lots of items of historical significance burned up—all of which Merlin tasks the boys to replace. This time, they’ll visit the 1930s and one of the most dangerous places of the period: Alcatraz Prison.

Grant and Ash have always worked together, but this time, they’re literally on opposing sides, with Ash posing as a prisoner while Grant is a guard. Their objective is to retrieve a piece of jewelry belonging to one of the Rock’s most notorious residents—mobster Al Capone. The criminal sees potential in Ash and strikes up a friendship with him. But will it help the two prevent a jailbreak, expose a corrupt guard, and get the item that will activate the magic to take them home?

Check it out at Harmony Ink!

Or at Amazon.com

Check out Dakota at the Repeating History Facebook here

at Facebook here

Or at her under construction website here!