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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Pride Promotions - CJane Elliot Blogtour CONTEST

Book Name: Aidan’s Journey

Author Name: Cjane Elliott

Author Bio: After years of hearing characters chatting away in her head, CJane Elliott finally decided to put them on paper and hasn't looked back since. A psychotherapist by training, CJane enjoys writing sexy, passionate stories that also explore the human psyche. CJane has traveled all over North America for work and her characters are travelers, too, traveling down into their own depths to find what they need to get to the happy ending.

CJane is an ardent supporter of gay equality and is particularly fond of coming out stories.

In her spare time, CJane can be found dancing, listening to music, or watching old movies. Her husband and son support her writing habit by staying out of the way when they see her hunched over, staring intensely at her laptop.

Author Contact: You can contact CJane at cjaneelliott@gmail.com. Her website is http://www.cjaneelliott.com. Twitter: https://twitter.com/CJaneElliott and Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cjane.elliott

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: L.C. Chase


The star of the University of Virginia theater department, Aidan Emery is lusted after and admired for living out and proud. He uses his talent and good looks to his advantage and never sleeps with the same guy twice. But his glamorous patina has been carefully honed to hide the pain he carries inside.

Aidan wasn't always such a player. He starts college naively romantic, hungry for the attention he can’t get from his workaholic father and mentally ill mother. Unfortunately, that leaves him ripe pickings for predatory professor Rodney Montgomery. Rodney’s flattering regard seduces Aidan into a dysfunctional relationship that destroys his innocence.

Life looks up for Aidan when he finally breaks free of Rodney’s pull and moves to New York City to make it as an actor. Meeting sweet fellow actor Patrick Jaymes seems like the start of a fairy tale. But before Aidan can rebuild his life into happily ever after, family secrets rip him wide open, leaving him easy prey when Rodney decides he’s not willing to let Aidan go.

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, New Adult

Pages: 326

Sales Links

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5592 paperback

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5540 ebook


Every good story begins with a journey. Mine started on a June day in 2011 as the Amtrak train pulled out of Union Station in Washington, DC. Lee and I were bound for New York City, ready to dazzle ’em all with our acting and singing chops. Look out, Broadway, here come Aidan Emery and Lee Dunlap, the stars of the U.Va. drama department! Jazz hands!

I was leaving my family home—which I’d recently been kicked out of by my father. I was also leaving behind a long-term, toxic relationship. Yes! I felt pretty fucking victorious sitting on that train, talking and laughing with Lee. I’d done it! Left my past behind! Right? I was sure, with all the surety of a twenty-one-year-old, that my dragons had been slain and New York City was where the gold awaited.

Not so fast there, bucko, I want to tell myself now. You’ll get to the gold, but you have many more hard roads to travel before you arrive. Oh, but don’t despair—there is a Prince Charming at the end of it all.

Tour Dates/Stops:

October 14: Love Bytes

October 15: Amanda C. Stone

October 16: MM Good Book Reviews

October 17: Wicked Faeries Reviews

October 20: Tara Lain, Michael Mandrake

October 21: Parker Williams, Multitasking Mommas

October 22: Cate Ashwood

October 23: Inked Rainbow Reads, It’s Raining Men

October 24: Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

October 27: Rebecca Cohen Writes, BFD Book Blog, Smoocher’s Voice

October 28: Prism Book Alliance, Jade Crystal


eBook of one of my previous titles, including novel Serpentine Walls, or novellas

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Pride Promotions - Piper Vaughn Cover Reveal CONTEST

Book Name: Hook, Line, & Sinker

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23250029-hook-line-sinker

Author Name: Piper Vaughn

Author Bio:

Piper Vaughn wrote her first love story at eleven and never looked back. Since then, she’s known that writing in some form was exactly what she wanted to do. A reader at the core, Piper loves nothing more than getting lost in a great book—fantasy, young adult, romance, she loves them all (and has a two thousand book library to prove it!). She grew up in Chicago, in an ethnically diverse neighborhood, and loves to put faces and characters of every ethnicity in her stories, so her fictional worlds are as colorful as the real one. Above all, she believes that everyone needs a little true love in their life…even if it’s only in a book.

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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond


When they were teens, Castor McCormick was the bane of Blake Kowalski’s existence. Their mutual animosity led to summers filled with rivalry. Now, nearly two decades later, Cas is moving back into the neighborhood to live in his grandmother’s old house. Blake tells himself he isn’t interested in seeing how snarky little Cas grew up, but when his mother dupes him into visiting his former nemesis, he finds out “pretty” can evolve into “sexy as hell” on the right man.

Cas didn’t think he wanted to see Blake again. No one has ever pushed his buttons like the arrogant boy he remembers from their youth. Turns out, the adult version of Blake still gets him hot under the collar—and everywhere else. With Blake on leave from work to nurse an injured leg and Cas taking time to move and unpack, they form a tentative friendship that turns into a sexual affair neither man can deny. But when Cas’s job sends him out of state to deal with a difficult client, their new relationship will be tested, and if they fail, Blake’s broken leg might not be the only thing to end up scarred.

Sales Links: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5627

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Romance

Blake's mother didn’t live on a busy street, but being summer, the kids were out in full force. The occasional shout or burst of laughter broke the monotonous silence. And then there were the comings and goings of a certain new neighbor whom Blake had absolutely no interest in watching, even if he found his gaze frequently straying in that direction. He’d caught glimpses of the moving truck over the weekend, along with a dark blue Prius, which made him snort. No doubt the driver of a hybrid would hate his gas-guzzling Ford F-150. For some reason, it seemed fitting. He could picture the old Cas growing up into the tree-hugging, granola type.

Idly, he let himself wonder what the adult Cas might be like. When they’d first met as teenagers, the kid had reminded Blake of a scrappy little Irish chimney sweep, minus the accent. The pale skin, the freckles, that mop of messy dark hair. Put him in a newsboy cap and some wool trousers, and he could’ve been an extra in Oliver Twist. Blake had constantly ragged on him about it too. That is, until the following year, when postpuberty Cas showed up. Gone was the scrawny, gangly limbed half-pint from the previous summer. In his place stood a boy with the lithe, wiry body of a distance runner and a face like something out of a goddamn Botticelli painting. Only his smartass mouth had stopped Blake from falling to his knees in worship—though it certainly hadn’t prevented a wet dream or three.

Blake couldn’t lie. His mother’s mentions of Castor had made him curious despite himself. But he didn’t intend on giving in to her badgering about going over there. What the hell would he even say? Welcome to the neighborhood? Here’s a fruit basket. Let’s be friends? He could only imagine Cas slamming the door in his face in response. Blake chuckled and shook his head. Not going to happen. Not in a million years. No matter how much his mother pestered him.

Tour Dates: October 22nd, 2014

Tour Stops: Parker Williams, Hearts on Fire, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Multitasking Mommas, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Love Bytes, Andrew Q. Gordon, LeAnn’s Book Reviews, Prism Book Alliance, Inked Rainbow Reads, The Hat Party, It’s Raining Men, Michael Mandrake, Cate Ashwood, Sinfully Sexy, Amanda C. Stone, Fallen Angel Reviews, Rebecca Cohen Writes, MM Good Book Reviews, Boy Meets Boy Reviews, Smoocher’s Voice, Wake Up Your Wild Side, Carly’s Book Reviews, BFD Book Blog, Queer Town Abbey, Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, Wicked Faeries Reviews


E-copy of Hook, Line, and Sinker upon release and a $10 gift card to Amazon or ARe (winner’s choice)

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Sunday, October 19, 2014

Hide and Seek – 12

Quade growled angrily when he read Graham’s short reply. You’re not going to give up are you? But then you always were tenacious. You stayed in our relationship much longer than any other man would have, despite everything I put you through. Do you really want an honest answer to that question?

Whether he did or not Quade was going to give him one. Or at least a partially truthful answer.

‘No I didn’t take the picture. I haven’t been in Denver in years. And don’t ask where I am because I won’t tell you. Please Graham, if you ever thought I deserved it, now is the time to trust me. I can’t tell you why, but there is someone else searching for me besides you, and apparently he’s picked up on the fact that you are as well. How he did I have no idea, but he’ll use you, follow you, until you lead him to me. Go home, Graham. Go home and forget I exist.'

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Graham took out his cell as he left the City and County building. He had been able to look at a copy of the Ramires will and found, much to his surprise, that there was only one heir. Quade. The will also listed the address of the piece of property Quade had inherited. That would be the next stop in his search.

Opening his cell, the first thing he saw when he checked his mail was a reply from his elusive ex-lover. He read it as he hurried down the long flight of steps to the street, finishing it just as he reached Bannock.

“Damn it Quade, what’s going on,” he muttered under his breath, glancing around. Was he being followed, watched, right now? A possibility he knew from the photo—and from what Quade had said. If that was the case then the first thing he had to do was loose his tail. And there was one place where it might just be possible without too much trouble.

Closing his phone he strolled casually through Civic Center Park, taking a right on Broadway. Two minutes later he was entering the Library. He took the elevator up to the fifth floor, the only one not accessible by escalators or stairs other than the ones used in case of fire. And those had alarms to warn the librarians if someone opened the doors. He waited, browsing the stacks filled with genealogy books and records. After half an hour, seeing no one who struck him as someone who’d be interested in him, he got onto the elevator again, exiting it on the fourth floor. From there he worked his way down to the ground floor, stopping on each level to look cautiously over the balcony that encircled the central area, trying to spot anyone looking for him.

When he got to ground level, he left by the rear doors of the library. They led to a small plaza between it and the art museum. He spent the next hour visiting exhibits on the several levels of the museum, finding that, despite why he was doing it, he actually was enjoying that as well.

Eventually though, he needed to leave. Again he exited from a different location than he’d used to enter the building. Deciding going back to where he’d parked his rental car could be counter-productive, he went to the nearest bus stop. At this point it was awash with commuters heading home from work. Leaning casually against the side of the shelter, he waited until two buses had picked up passengers and left. When the third one came he moved at the last second to board it, earning him a glare from the driver as he slammed the doors shut and pulled out into traffic.

Two buses later, Graham found himself half way across the city from his uncle’s house. He got off the second one, and following the driver’s directions walked several blocks to the bus stop he needed to get him to Golden. By now it was dark and getting chilly so he zipped up his jacket before pausing under a streetlight to double check the address he was aiming for, and then count the money in his wallet. He had enough he thought to get a cheap motel room for the night, because he for sure as hell had no intention of facing the mountain until morning.

Feeling certain he’d managed to elude whoever was tracking him, Graham found a small motel on the southwestern edge of Golden. One where they didn’t look askance at the fact that he had no luggage, and wanted to pay with cash, not a credit card. When he saw the room he understood why. It was old, small and lacking in all but the basic amenities. Not that he really cared. He’d be there just long enough to get some sleep.

The sunlight coming through the thin curtains on the single window woke him early the next morning. After a quick shower, he dressed and then pulled up the map of the area on his phone. He realized he had quite a hike coming up and was glad he’d opted to wear jeans and boots yesterday for his trip to the C&C Building, rather than his usual suit and tie.

As he left his room he looked west to the mountain. It would be a formidable hike he knew, remembering times when he was a teen and had climbed there. Formidable, but he intended to do it none the less. He checked the map again, setting his co-ordinates, and headed out. He could just have walked up the Lariat Loop but opted instead to use the Chimney Gulch hiking trail which crisscrossed the Lariat, shortening his climb by many miles. Still it would be no walk in the park by any means.

Several hours later he’d removed his jacket and his shirt, tying both of them around his waist. The sun was beating down and he was drenched in sweat, both from it and from the difficulty of the climb. Stopping finally, he took the now warm bottle of water from his jacket pocket, along with two somewhat melted candy bars he’d picked up from the lone vending machine at the motel. Leaning against the trunk of a towering pine tree, knowing if he sat he might not want to get up again, he munched the candy while checking the map one more time.

“I’m getting to old for this,” he muttered, chuckling when the sound of his voice had a pair of chipmunks skittering away from where they’d been hiding. He looked up, noting that the sun was now past its zenith. A couple more hours and the shadows would be lengthening enough to make the climb dangerous. “Time to get moving,” he told himself sternly.