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The Right Words Book Tour

Author Bio:

Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and her third received an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and the coolest yellow Lab ever in an almost empty nest.

Author Contact:

Website: http://lanehayes.wordpress.com

Twitter: @LaneHayes3

Facebook: LaneHayesauthor

Email: lanehayes@ymail.com

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson

Blurb(s):

Escaping an abusive relationship left Luke Preston anxious and spouting panic-induced poetry. Desperate for a fresh start, Luke accepts a job remodeling a tired old beach house for a professional soccer player and his model girlfriend. While his passion is literature, not sports, focusing on the renovations eases his anxiety. Until the job he signed up for turns out to be more complicated than advertised.

Sidelined with a serious injury, soccer star Michael Martinez decides his beach house is the perfect place to recuperate. Remodeling might be the diversion he needs to keep his mind off his busted knee. Falling for the pretty designer with some quirky habits wasn’t on the drawing board. Unfortunately, Luke didn’t build a big enough closet for Michael to hide in. Having a star-powered sports career used to be all Michael lived for, but he’ll have to reevaluate his plans and find the right words if he wants to build more than a beach house with Luke.

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Humor, Romance

Excerpt from The Right Words by Lane Hayes

“One day at a time,” he repeated thoughtfully, making an obvious effort to steer the topic toward something more pleasant. “Well, I don’t have anything better, so… I’ll go with that too.” Michael’s smile lit his entire face. It was a beautiful thing to witness. He was handsome always, but wow… what a smile.

“Was the picture of us good at least?”

This time he laughed out loud, a sweet, musical sound that made me chuckle along with him.

“Yeah, very hot.” He reached over and pulled me into his side effortlessly. “Look, I wasn’t trying to send mixed signals this week. I know I haven’t been around like I said I would. I… Jamie isn’t going to go away easily. This has been a weird blow to add to an already fucked-up situation, but… I like you and I do trust you.”

“You like me?”

He gave a small half chuckled and shrugged. “Un poco.” He translated when I gave him a blank stare. “A little.”

“I like you a little too.”

I couldn’t help my response at being near him. I curled into his side like a cat begging for attention. Michael wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek and my chin. I didn’t want a “friend” kiss, though. I wanted what he gave me Friday night. I wanted “that kiss.” I intercepted him when he leaned in to peck my temple and stuck my tongue out to trace the corner of his mouth. He groaned and accepted the invitation, diving and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth to stake his claim. His right hand traveled down my throat and came to a stop over my left nipple. He rubbed at the sensitive flesh through my tight T-shirt and squeezed hard when he heard my moan of approval.

I arched my back into his touch but kept my mouth fastened to his. I didn’t want to lose this connection. He bit at my chin and sent kisses down my neck as his hand dipped down to my belt and came to rest on my hardening cock. I whimpered and scooted on his lap to straddle his thighs.

“Is this okay? Am I hurting your knee?”

“It’s good, honey. Really good.” Both of his hands splayed flat on my back and circled to the front to pluck at the fabric of my T-shirt. “Take it off.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I was burning up. I yanked it over my head and tossed it aside before I began working on the seemingly endless row of buttons on his dress shirt.

“Fuck. Help me get his off you. I need to feel your skin.”

I barely recognized my voice. I sounded breathless.

When Michael finally leaned forward to let the fabric slide from his shoulders, I met him halfway to feel his skin against mine. Heaven. He was simply beautiful, with finely toned washboard abs and gorgeous skin. It was smooth like mine but much darker. Olive against golden. I loved the contrast and I was anxious to explore. I let my hands roam, over his chest, down his stomach, and back again. My fingers itched to palm his cock through his worn jeans. Instead I fused my naked torso against his and ground my aching cock against his equally hard member. We both hissed, and the kiss became something more like sex.

Pages: 204 pages

Tour Dates: December 12^th – January 6^th

Tour Stops:

12-Dec

Parker Williams

Foxylutely Book Reviews

16-Dec

Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

19-Dec

23-Dec

Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews

Amanda C. Stone

26-Dec

Prism Book Alliance

Regular Guys, Hot Romance

30-Dec

The Novel Approach

Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves

Queer Town Abbey

2-Jan

Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings

6-Jan

Sales Links:

eBook: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5749

Paperback: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5750

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Hummingbird House Book Tour

Author Bio:

Kenzie Cade was born and raised in the South where she spends her days in the sometimes stressful field of private medicine observing interesting people and committing them to memory for later use. When she isn’t reading, experimenting with recipes, or being distracted by social media, Kenzie spends time with her family, friends, and the Pomeranian/long-haired Chihuahua mix who likes to keep her company while she writes. As a young girl, Kenzie dreamed of princesses and their white knights. As an adult (or sort of adult), she dreams of princes and their proverbial white knights, which she attributes to fellow Arkansan S.E. Hinton and her novel, The Outsiders. Writing to keep the fictional voices at bay, Kenzie enjoys the journeys her characters travel to find their happy endings, and she loves the challenge of writing a great love story.

Author Contact:

Facebook: www.facebook.com/kenziecade.author

Twitter: www.twitter.com/thekenziecade

Tumblr: http://thekenziecade.tumblr.com/

Pintrest: http://www.pinterest.com/thekenziecade/

Google +: plus.google.com/u/1/+KenzieCade

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Catt Ford

Blurb(s):

To honor his grandmother’s final request, Trenton Appleton drops everything to visit the family’s ancestral home: Hummingbird House, where he experienced his first kiss and first heartbreak with Callum Eason.

Eight years ago, confused by his attraction to Trent, Callum reacted badly. But with help he never expected, Callum found himself and learned to accept who he was.

Now Trent is back at Hummingbird House, and Callum has his opportunity to salvage their friendship, at least. But Trent is less receptive than he was all those years ago. Still, Callum is determined to show Trent he has changed and keep his promise to Trent’s grandmother. When past mistakes repeat themselves, Callum must break the cycle before his last chance with Trent passes him by.

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Holiday, Christmas, Romance

Excerpt:

For a house that had stood empty for the past eight years, it was surprisingly… clean… and warm and bright. The lights were on in the living room to my left, but the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen through the archway to my right drew my attention. Setting my suitcase and urn down quietly in the entryway, I pulled out an umbrella from the holder by the door. With every bit of stealth I possessed—which is not much—I crept into the kitchen, umbrella raised over my head. My heart raced and my breath sped up, until I crossed into the kitchen to find Callum at the sink.

My umbrella clanked to the wooden floor, and then I slumped over, hands to knees. Callum turned around eyes widened in surprise with an understanding smirk gracing his full lips. I wanted to hate those lips.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I panted, looking up at Callum as I stumbled over to the nearest kitchen chair and plopped myself into it.

Callum shrugged. “I’ve been taking care of the place for Astrid for the past few years.”

I hadn’t known that. Had I known that? Had Astrid ever mentioned it? No. She certainly hadn’t. Though I’d never admit it aloud, I hung on every word she shared regarding Callum. And trust me, they were few and far between, as if she had known what had happened between us.

She probably had.

Callum had kept up Hummingbird House. The pain in my chest twisted just a little more than usual. I refused to think of it as a betrayal, certain Astrid had her reasons for not telling me. But I just couldn’t imagine what they were.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here now.”

Pages: 51 pages Words: 18,000

Interview

1 – Your title is unique. Where did you come up with it?

Once I finally–finally–settled on England as my setting for Trent’s story, I did a lot of research into the culture of the British countryside and the lifestyle there. First let me tell you, Great Britain’s countryside is nothing like here in the United States. Where ours is beautiful, there is something grounded and longstanding about English living that is so attractive. One of the first things I learned, and sort of knew already, was that a lot of English homes have names. There’s a rich history behind the names and how it all began. It’s all quite interesting. I’m a geek that way though. I won’t bore you with the facts. Anyway, that’s where I came by Hummingbird House. I wanted something very British and even a bit common to be recognizable. The house is the center of Trent’s history, the entire reason he is in Shere and has avoided Shere for the past eight years. So what better title than the secret star of the show?

2 – Is this a standalone, or do you think you might revisit these characters again at some point?

Hmm… I haven’t really decided yet. I think Trent and Callum have more of a story to tell, but it will be a bit. I’d love to revisit them though. I definitely think they have some issues to work out, the biggest being where is Trent going from here?

3 – What’s your favorite part about holiday stories?

I love the warmth. Holiday stories always carry that heartwarming, feel good, happy sigh moment. Not to forget the romance, everybody falls in love around the holidays, right? Well, if you read romance, they do. And they do it spectacularly. There’s a special sweetness to holiday stories, like they’re infused with chocolate, cinnamon, and maybe a hint of peppermint. They’re addicting.

4 – What kind of stories make you cry?

All kinds. I’m not picky and I can get a tad bit emotional. I’ve been known to break down when it comes to animals, babies, children, happy scenes, sad scenes, silly scenes. I’m an equal opportunity crier. If you want to know what book I’ve cried hardest reading? That’s an easy answer. Second Chances by T.A. Webb. I still can’t listen to “Fix You” without ugly sobbing

5 – How many tissues would you say you need for this story?

Oh gosh. Can I be honest? I cried big girl tears while writing it, but I didn’t expect it to effect other people the way it effected me. My experience with the book was more on a personal level so when the BFF gave me a play by play of the number of times he’d cried and for how long, I was surprised at first. So… as for Kleenex… maybe grab a box? I guess it depends on how big of a crier you are.

Tour Dates/Tour Stops:

8-Dec

9-Dec

10-Dec

11-Dec

12-Dec

Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

Molly Lolly

Sales Links:

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5839

http://www.amazon.com/Hummingbird-House-Kenzie-Cade-ebook/dp/B00QFFYDMU/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1418083151&sr=8-5&keywords=Hummingbird+House

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Christmas in His Heart Book Tour

Author Bio:

LEE BRAZIL:

Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.

Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.

Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don’t fit?

Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.

I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.

If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I’ve come to realize that’s the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.

If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.

HAVAN FELLOWS:

I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called…edits.

Okay no, seriously…I’m a simpleminded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers, creating intermingling books in a world all our own. And just like every other red-blooded human—I love hearing from people. So feel free to drop me a line—whether it’s a comment on my blog, an email, a tweet, or you track me down on FaceBook or Google +…it’s easy to catch someone who wants to be caught.

Author Contact:

Lee Brazil’s Group on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/crawlinbedwithlee/

Lee Brazil on Twitter: @LeeBrazil

Havan Fellows on Twitter: @Havanfellows

Lee Brazil on Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/leebrazil/

Havan Fellows on PInterest: http://www.pinterest.com/havanfellows/

Publisher: Lime Time Press

Cover Artist: Laura Harner

Blurb(s):

Christmastime brings joy to hearts everywhere. Between snow angels, festive clothing, holiday decorations, and of course, all the beautiful lights, it’s hard not to partake in the season.

Unless you no longer have Christmas in your heart.

Dermot Alasdair has never shared the horrific memories that keep him from celebrating the happiest time of the year, nor does he ever plan to. He’s fine being alone and shut off from everyone; he has his restaurant and that’s all he needs. He believes that, too…until the craft store next door from his eatery hires a perpetually smiling annoyance. Really, it isn’t normal for someone to be that happy all the time.

Xander Leahman didn’t know what he was getting into when he accepted an invitation to visit his best friend and help her interview people for the newly created position of manager at Craft Time. When a surly man bumps into him and then walks away with an enticing sway to his hips, Xander decides the position—and Dermot—are perfect for him. Now all he can think of is finding ways to get Dermot out of his clothes. Well that, and how to open this grinch’s heart to the Christmas season and, hopefully, love.

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Romance, Holiday

Excerpt:

“Hey! Good morning!”

The cheerful greeting broke through his concentration, and Dermot looked up to see the new manager of the Craft Time craft store sweeping the sidewalk in front of the shop. “Hey,” he muttered sourly. Xander Leahman made his head ache. Just one glance and he wanted to snap at the man to comb his hair, put on a heavier jacket, and for Christ sakes why wasn’t he wearing gloves outside in this weather?

Dermot wasn’t going to stop. He had no plans stop and talk to the smiling man. Xander bubbled more than a bottle of shaken soda water. Dermot didn’t have time for his chatter, and he didn’t have time for the strange, compelling not-quite-nausea he seemed prone to in Xander’s company.

Maybe he was allergic to the man’s cologne, or deodorant, or shampoo. Dermot leaned forward and sniffed surreptitiously, but he couldn’t smell anything other than cinnamon and vanilla. An overwhelming urge to bake overcame him, and he jerked himself upright.

He was an executive chef, not a pastry chef. He didn’t bake, and especially not something as…plebeian as oatmeal raisin cookies, which was what Xander smelled like.

“Excuse me.” He deliberately stepped around Xander, who put out a hand and caught his arm.

“I saw you coming down the street.” Xander set the broom aside and picked up a steaming mug from the windowsill. “It’s not as good as Prudence’s coffee, but I made it fresh this morning.”

Blinking in astonishment, Dermot stared from the mug to the hand on his arm. He could really… “Thanks.” He accepted the mug and inhaled the rich aroma of good coffee, scented with cinnamon and…yeah, vanilla. And he’d thought it was Xander who smelled so good? He didn’t know whether to be relieved or embarrassed. “I needed this. That walk feels longer every day that the temperature drops.” The first sip exploded on his tongue with soothing heat and delicious flavor and he bit back a moan of appreciation.

Words: 35,562

Interview

After writing Pulp Friction, did you find it easier to do this story as co-authors?

Havan: Yes.

Lee: I am not sure what to attribute it to, but it was really easy to write this book.

*sits and looks around*

*shoulder bumps Lee*

*checks nails, picks at cuticle*

*finishes coffee…steals Lee’s*

*smacks hand*

*rubs hand and notices Parker staring*

*sputters*

Oh wait…you wanted a more elaborate answer? But you asked a yes or no question…Lee he only asked a yes or no question…

*eyes Havan* You know what he meant.

Okay…but be warned, most people are extremely happy with my short and sweet answers – so you only have yourself to blame for what follows:

*sips coffee and nods*

*clears throat and uses grown-up voice*

First and foremost, thank you Parker for having Lee Brazil and me (um…I’m Havan Fellows *waves*) over today. You know I love any opportunity to yank on your *looks down* chain…

*spews coffee* Havan!

*blinks innocently and pours another cup of coffee* Now about Lee and my chemistry…oh baby it’s off the charts! *giggles* But seriously—and shouldn’t that be a four-letter word?—while writing Christmas in His Heart, Lee and I mentioned more than once to each other that our long standing friendship definitely made the writing process easier. Sure, writing in a group first with Story Orgy and then Pulp Friction definitely helped, but aside from those learning experiences our personalities really and truly do just click with each other.

So I wouldn’t limit it to just our experiences with Pulp Friction (though those finale books are a serious crash course in learning to play well with others! lol) but maybe more a mixture of everything that we’ve experienced together in our numerous years together. It’s respect for each other not only as friends and authors but as human beings as well. It’s the fact that Lee knows when to say, “Havan, be quiet and write now…”

And the fact that Havan has the best imagination… from the moment we met, she’s inspired me to write better, to see possibilities. Bringing all that life and joy to the page is the key to writing well. And I think the end result is that she encourages me to write more when less is my instinct, and I curb her tendency to…er… ramble eloquently?

As for the ending results…I like it! *blushes and sneaks a peek at Lee* But hey, it’s no secret I’m my co-writer’s #1 fan…*winks* lol

*blushes* Back at you, Havan. Thank you having us over Parker!

Oh yes, Parker…anytime you want me to yank on your chain again just give me a holler! 🙂

Tour Dates/Tour Stops:

8-Dec

9-Dec

10-Dec

Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

Cathy Brockman Romances

Bayou Book Junkie

11-Dec

My Fiction Nook

Molly Lolly

Hearts on Fire
12-Dec

13-Dec

Sales Links:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QEB3GGY

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-christmasinhisheart-1689480-149.html

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Miracle on Mistletoe Lane Book Tour

Author Bio:

Derrick Knight was born and grew up in Janesville, Wisconsin. Derrick earned a Bachelor’s Degree in Nutrition from the University of Wisconsin-Stout and a Master’s Degree in Health Services Administration from University of St. Francis in Joliet, Illinois. For the last seventeen years, Derrick has been employed as a neonatal nutritionist in a neonatal intensive care unit at the largest teaching hospital in Illinois outside of Chicago.

Growing up Derrick was an avid reader of mystery novels. Agatha Christie was his favorite author. Ever since childhood Derrick dreamed of becoming a writer. He planned on writing mystery novels until a couple of years ago he read his first gay romance novel and he became hooked on the genre.

When Derrick is not writing, he is working on restoring his Arts & Crafts home, tending to his garden, and being an advocate for improving infant nutrition. Currently. Derrick resides in Peoria, Illinois with his two cats Iris and Madison Grace.

Author Contact:

https://twitter.com/derrknight

https://www.facebook.com/derrick.knight.9883

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Reese Dante

Blurb(s):

Joe Koehler and his six-year old son, Joey, are down on their luck. Currently, Joe is unemployed due to a bad economy and taking care of a medically complex son. Recently father and son become homeless due to their apartment catching on fire and Joe being without any insurance. They are forced to live in Joe’s old red pick-up truck. Eventually father and son take refuge at Hope House, a local homeless shelter, which is run by a kindly, yet mysterious, elderly woman named Emily.

Sidney Maier recently inherited his grandparents home but the house is in desperate need of repair. Skills Sidney greatly lacks. He befriends a fellow church member Emily who is the Interim Director at Hope House. Sidney tells Emily that he needs help with remodeling his new home. Also, he confides in her, that he is lonely and wishes he could meet someone special.

Emily and her assistants orchestrate for Joe and Sidney to meet where an instant attraction forms between both men. Joe and Sidney embark on a journey of courtship, but soon a negative force learns of their budding romance and wants to stop it at any cost. Emily and her assistants must all use their special talents if Joe and Sidney are meant to live happily ever after.

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance, Holiday

Excerpt:

When Joe lifted his head, he saw the man he had been fantasizing about since Joey was discharged from the hospital. He quickly stood up then nervously swayed back and forth. Partly because he was nervous seeing the man whom he secretly desired, but also because he did not want Sidney to know that he was living here at a homeless shelter. He did not want Sidney’s pity.

“Oh, I…” Joe struggled to find the right words.

“The church hired Mr. Koehler to finish remodeling our library,” Emily said smoothly. “We needed someone right away and by the Lord’s work Mr. Koehler was available. My assistants and I think he is a Godsend.” Emily’s cell phone began to ring. “I need to take this call. It’s my husband.” She looked at Joe. “Would you be willing to give Mr. Maier a tour of Hope House while I take this call?”

Before Joe could respond, Sidney interjected.

“I would like that very much.”

The excitement in Sidney’s voice did not go unnoticed by either Joe or Emily.

“Good,” Emily said, taking her husband’s call as she walked away.

For a few moments Joe and Sidney just stared at each other, both men wanting to say something but too afraid. Finally, Joe mustered up the courage to start the conversation.

Pages: 163 pages

Tour Dates/Tour Stops:

28-Nov

1-Dec

2-Dec

3-Dec

3-Dec

4-Dec

Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

5-Dec

Molly Lolly

8-Dec

Parker Williams

9-Dec

Multitasking Mommas

10-Dec

3 Chicks After Dark

11-Dec

Wake Up Your Wild Side

12-Dec

The Hat Party

15-Dec

Because Two Men Are Better Than One

15-Dec

16-Dec

16-Dec

17-Dec

18-Dec

19-Dec

22-Dec

Book Reviews and More by Kathy

23-Dec

Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves

24-Dec

My Fiction Nook

25-Dec

BFD Book Blog

Sales Links

http://www.amazon.com/Miracle-Mistletoe-Lane-Derrick-Knight-ebook/dp/B00P2GNXCY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1414961124&sr=8-1&keywords=miracle+on+mistletoe+lane

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A Spartan Love Book Tour

Author Bio:

Kayla Jameth grew up on the family farm in Ohio, baling hay, raising cattle, and making maple syrup. An unrepentant tomboy, her father taught her to weld before she graduated from high school.

She attended Cleveland’s Case Western Reserve University and later, Texas A&M University in her pursuit of veterinary medicine, taking her farther away from her rural roots. You can transplant the county girl, but you can’t make her a city slicker. Besides, it was only going to be for a little while, right?

But it wasn’t all hard work for Kayla, her sojourn as the princess of the Celestial Kingdom left her with the title sir and a costume closet the envy of many knights, lords, and ladies. See? She does have some ladylike qualities complete with the title of Lady to back it up.

After declaring for years that she was just a veterinarian who wrote not an author, Kayla now finds herself living in Spring, Texas (practically Houston) and writing m/m erotic romance. The location is probably a bigger surprise than the genre. Never the kind of girl to discuss makeup and clothing designers, she would rather be outside getting dirty with the boys.

Kayla shares her home with a cat, two guinea pigs, a gerbil, three guppies, a husband and a son and daughter.

Author Contact:

https://www.facebook.com/Author.Kayla.Jameth

https://www.facebook.com/KaylaJameth

https://twitter.com/KaylaJameth

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Catt Grant

Blurb(s):

Alone, Andreas toils on a remote farmstead for a Spartan overlord. When a kryptes enters his world, Andreas fears for his life. The dread warriors stalk and kill helots—like Andreas’ father—as part of their training.

Andreas sees only one way to save himself: he must tame the fearsome warrior.

But what began as self-preservation develops into attraction. Yearning for the company of someone other than his ferret Ictis, Andreas decides to trust the Spartan warrior and risk the fate that claimed his father.

Born to rule by the sword, Theron sees the world as his and acts accordingly, taking everything Andreas offers and reaching for more. However, love between men in Sparta is considered shameful and requires either exile or suicide to redeem Sparta’s honor. Now, only the gods can save them from the terrible price Sparta extracts from men who desire other men.

Categories:Erotica, Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance. MAY be considered to have paranormal elements.

Words: 77,000

Except:

The hut door slammed behind him as he set off at a fast lope. He needed to get away. Find a place where their combined scent didn’t interfere with his thoughts and make him wish for something he couldn’t have.

Running until his breath came hard and fast, Theron tried to outpace the chaotic mess in his head. Surely Andreas wasn’t foolish enough to risk their lives with an unguarded tongue. He had to know how Sparta’s rulers felt about men who preferred their own sex.

He’d told the man it was as much as their lives were worth to allow it to ever come to light. It was the law. This was Sparta, not some other poleis where the rules of pederasty held sway. The man wasn’t his erômenos, some free-born youth seeking a mentor. Andreas could make no such claims of Theron. They weren’t equals. And never would be.

No. There was no escape down that line. Sparta simply didn’t tolerate what they had done. They had to keep it secret, it was the only way. What more could he do to make Andreas see that?

Theron slowed and looked around. It took longer than he would have liked for him to determine where he was. In his turmoil, he’d run east through the fields instead of into the forest with no thought for the trail he’d blazed, clear for anyone to read. Now he would have to keep going to the nearest village to make it appear as if the slave had been the one to leave. Theron couldn’t risk anyone wondering what he’d been doing in that hut.

What had he been doing in there?

Tour Dates/Stops:

1-Dec
Hearts on Fire
Prism Book Alliance

2-Dec
Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews
The Hat Party
Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
3 Chicks After Dark

3-Dec
Love Bytes
BFD Book Blog
MM Good Book Reviews
Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings

5-Dec
Regular Guys, Hot Romance
Fallen Angel Reviews

6-Dec
Parker Williams

7-Dec
Amanda C. Stone

8-Dec
My Fiction Nook

9-Dec
Wake Up Your Wild Side
Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves

10-Dec
Crystal’s Many Reviewers
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents

11-Dec
the Twins: Talon ps & Princess so
Inked Rainbow Reads