Release Blitz + Giveaway: North Point (Jagged Shores #1) by Thom Collins


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Book Title: North Point
Author: Thom Collins
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Release Date: July 7, 2020
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance, Thriller and Suspense
Trope/s: Going home, murder mystery
Themes: Fatherhood, survival
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 61 000 words
It is a standalone story

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Will an idyllic summer holiday lead Arnie to the love of his life, or the end of it?
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It should be the start of a perfect vacation. After a period of stress, Arnie Walker takes his nine-year-old son AJ home for the holidays. Arnie grew up in Nyemouth, a picturesque fishing town on the North-East coast of England, and he wants AJ to experience the kind of carefree, endless summer he enjoyed as a boy. It’s a short-lived dream. While taking an evening walk along the North Point cliff, Arnie and AJ witness a murder attempt.

For the volunteer crew of Nyemouth Lifeboat Station, it’s a rescue mission like none before, Helmsman Dominic Melton is part of the team who rescue the victim from the deadly North Sea. When Arnie and Dominic come together in the aftermath of the attack, the attraction is instant. Arnie isn’t looking for a relationship. He’s committed to his son’s well-being and has no time for a distraction like Dominic, even though the handsome ex-naval officer is hard to dismiss. Is it possible for Arnie to fulfill his promises to AJ while falling for Dominic?

Despite the distraction, a fledgling killer remains at large. As feelings between Arnie and Dominic develop, so does the danger they are in. North Point may be a beautiful place to fall in love, but it could also be the most dangerous.



Excerpt

“The police are outside,” Dominic said. “They want statements from all of us.” He had large and very expressive brown eyes. Within them, Arnie saw flecks of amber and gold. With his dark hair and muscular build, Dominic looked every inch a hero.

No, Arnie corrected himself. This guy doesn’t look like a hero. He is a hero. The entire crew are. It was more than the way he looked. There was an aura about Dominic, an undefined energy that made him incredibly attractive. Arnie had worked with some exceptionally good-looking men in his career, bona fide Hollywood heartthrobs, and none of them had Dominic’s naturally sexy quality. Everything about him—his face, his hair, his build—appealed. He was a knockout.

Come on, Arnie thought, pulling himself up. You’ve just witnessed a horrendous crime. A woman is fighting for her life this very minute and you’ve taken a fancy to the local hot guy. Get a grip.

He dunked a biscuit into the tea and ate it. His father was right—the sugar seemed to have an instant effect and his senses became clearer.

“How rough were things out there?” Martin asked.

“The sea’s getting up,” Dominic answered. “The wind too. Another half hour and we might not have got in there. It wouldn’t have mattered if we did. The tide would have taken her by then. It doesn’t bear thinking about.”

“You’re amazing,” Arnie said, and meant it. Dominic and the crew of volunteers had risked their lives for the safety of a complete stranger. They might all have died trying to rescue her.

“I just drove the boat,” he said. “My colleagues— Joanne and Minty—they did the hard work. They transferred the woman from the rock to the boat and kept her stable the whole way back. That’s no easy job in those swells.”

“Does anyone know who she is?” Martin asked.

“Minty thought he recognized her from around town but couldn’t be sure. It’s for the police to find out now.”

“It’s hard to believe something like this could happen here in Nyemouth,” Martin said. “Something so cruel. Who do you think did it? An ex-boyfriend?” Martin and Dominic looked at Arnie expectantly.

“I’ve no idea,” he said at last, avoiding the intense scrutiny of Dominic’s eyes. “Whoever it was, they kept their face hidden. It could be anyone. And they came from behind. So, even if it was someone she knows, I doubt she’d have recognized them.”

“Bastard,” Dominic said. He had a slight accent Arnie couldn’t place. Northern. Maybe Yorkshire. Nothing definite. The accent of someone who moved around a lot, losing all but a trace of their regional twang. A bit like his own. It was hard not to look at him. He was stunning. That hair, the glossy sheen of his beard, the moody furrow between his eyebrows. Wow. Despite everything that had happened, Dominic aroused something in Arnie. It should have been the last thing on his mind, but Arnie couldn’t stop the desire he felt for him. He imagined holding him and kissing that mouth, thinking about the body beneath those clothes.

Stop it.

Arnie finished his tea. “I should speak to the police. The sooner they know who they’re looking for, the sooner they’ll find him.”

“Are you feeling better?” Martin asked.

“Much,” he assured his father. “Thanks to you.”

“Take care of yourself,” Dominic said. “I wish we’d met under better circumstances. Hopefully I’ll see you around some time.”



About the Author
Thom Collins is the author of Closer by Morning, Gods of Vengeance, Silent Voices and the Anthem Trilogy. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.
He is currently working on a new series.
Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age, but in 2013 he realized cruising is the best way to see the world.
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Review: Just Like That (Albin Academy #1) by Cole McCade

Summer Hemlock never meant to come back to Omen, Massachusetts.

But with his mother in need of help, Summer has no choice but to return to his hometown, take up a teaching residency at the Albin Academy boarding school—and work directly under the man who made his teenage years miserable.

Professor Fox Iseya.

Forbidding, aloof, commanding: psychology instructor Iseya is a cipher who’s always fascinated and intimidated shy, anxious Summer. But that fascination turns into something more when the older man challenges Summer to be brave. What starts as a daily game to reward Summer with a kiss for every obstacle overcome turns passionate, and a professional relationship turns quickly personal.

Yet Iseya’s walls of grief may be too high for someone like Summer to climb…until Summer’s infectious warmth shows Fox everything he’s been missing in life.

Now both men must be brave enough to trust each other, to take that leap.

To find the love they’ve always needed…

Just like that.


Full disclosure. I’ve never read anything by Cole McCade or his other alter ego Xen., but that doesn’t mean I haven't seen him around GR with the multitudes of praise he’s gotten especially over his Criminal Intentions series. Hence, I’ve been intrigued, and when this came across the blog, I thought why not? The publisher states that this is a “highly romantic contemporary love story”, and if that’s what you’re seeking, then come on over!

As per the blurb, Summer returns home and to the very school he once attended, hired to be a teacher in training to the most intimidating man he has ever known. To say the least, his anxiety is ratcheted up several thousand notches but for some reason, when push comes to shove, Summer can overcome that base fear, setting a precedent that creates a challenge between himself and the professor he’s fascinated with. Summer only has to be brave daily and he’ll be rewarded with a kiss by the same man who unnerves him as much as turns him on.

Fox Iseya is not to be trifled with. He doesn’t quite know how he got wrangled into this situation with Summer, but he obviously can’t resist the enticing younger man either. Sadly, Fox has secluded himself in a fortress of grief for the last 20 or so years, and though Summer confounds him, though Summer captivates him, he’s determined to stay aloof and unattached. Fox is held by a prison of his own making, and as days and weeks go by, the push pull with Summer evolves into so much more than anticipated, causing a resigned and staunch belief that he could never be what Summer deserves.

Admittedly, I had certain expectations and knew that this wasn’t going to be some dark gritty drama. What I didn’t expect was how descriptive the imagery and how flowery the prose were going to be, especially regarding all the feelings, desires, and worries these two men have. Also, each kiss, each step towards a deeper intimacy, was detailed extensively lending a very emotional, weighted atmosphere. Some might appreciate this and some might not...

Overall, I’m not typically for over descriptive, drawn out explanations or details, for my ferret brain gets easily distracted and impatient. Regardless, this was a beautifully written age gap, second chance romance that surprised me. It’s lush and painful, hopeful and sad, and yes, so very romantic. McCade gives a very intricate and expressive look at Summer and Fox’s inner turmoil and growth. I could appreciate it for what it was, and if that’s the type of story you love, then dig in! I’m definitely intrigued by this author, and I definitely want to explore what else he has in his backlist as well as any future endeavors!




Release Blitz + Giveaway: Drifter by Eden Winters


Happy Release Day, Eden Winters! Drifter is out now and you can find out more about this contemporary romance through the IndiGo Promotions release blitz, read an excerpt & enter in the giveaway to win an e-copy of the book. (5 Winners!)


Title: Drifter
Author: Eden Winters
Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books
Release Date: 7/7/20
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 238
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Rocker

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Synopsis


Some legends never die.

Killian Desmond met his end in the fiery
crash that killed his band, or so the newspapers say. Now a nameless drifter,
he plays one pick-up gig after another in a haze of pain and regret, moving on
the minute someone says, “You sound like that guy from Trickster.”

Getting outed cost Mike Rose his musical
family. A bassist without a band, he’ll play any kind of music to earn a
paycheck, but Trickster’s music provides light during the darkest moments of
his life.

A chance meeting brings together two
lost souls who spark enough heat to set their guitars on fire. Their chemistry,
both onstage and off, feels like something written in the words of a song and
gives them courage to face life again.

But to seize their future, they have to
confront their past.

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The throbbing beat blended with screams
from the crowd; a crowd hidden by bright lights. Sweat and cologne and beer
filled Killian Desmond’s nose. Familiar sounds. Familiar scents.

Home.

Did he love this life or hate it? Who
cared, he’d never known another. Back to back with his brother Elliot, he
shredded his electric acoustic guitar, improvising for the fans. The strings
bent to his callused fingertips, note after note falling from his guitar.

Elliot kept up. Elliot always kept up.
Others might get lost in Killy’s musical fantasies, but El gauged Killy’s
intentions by the way he moved, held his shoulders, or gestures, like pausing
to flip his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes.

The drummer and keyboardist faded away,
letting El set the tone with a deep bass beat.

Killy strutted to the front of the
stage. Hot lights illuminated him from behind, shining on sweat-soaked skin.
“What you wanna hear?” He didn’t need the words to know they’d be sticking to
their prearranged lineup. At their manager’s urging, he’d saved the best for
last.

Highway!” roared through the arena.

He grinned and cupped a hand to one ear.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you.”

Highway!” roughly six thousand voices
cried out in unison, louder this time.

“Aw, c’mon, now,” Killy teased. “We’ll
play whatever you want, but you gotta tell us.”

The thunderous chant of  “Highway!
Highway! Highway
!” threatened to blow the roof off the building.

Strolling over a few paces and throwing
an arm around his brother, Killy said, “Well, I reckon we better do as they
say.”

“Since when have you ever taken orders?”
Elliot shot back.

Faster than most could follow, Killy
slung his guitar back into place and launched into their best-known riff.

The screaming nearly deafened him. He
tried again. On his sixth attempt the crowd settled enough to begin.

He grinned. Adoration and energy flowed
from the crowd, straight into his veins, to gather strength and escape through
his fingers and his voice.

His deep growl purred through the arena,
pouring out the melody he’d written in a single night in a hotel room God knew
where. High on life, cheap vodka, and the rush of their first big show, he’d
settled onto the bed in the dark, except for the flickering image of a black
and white movie on the TV, sound turned down, and began strumming.

The words flowed out of him unbidden,
leaving him raw, shaken, and in possession of a number one hit.

He didn’t sing or play Highway—the
melody made him its bitch, possessing him, demanding release into the world.

Who was he to refuse?

“Some were born to sand and wind, on the
sea they make their home

Some may live a hermit’s life, on a
mountain all alone

Or in a glass and metal cage, high up in
the sky

Packed in tight with a thousand souls,
all trying to get by

Nine to five may work for some, but that
don’t work for me

Saddled to day in day out, no, I need to
be free

Living a life all on my own, free of
family, lover or friend

On the highway I was born, it’s there
I’ll meet my end.”

Alone, just him and the highway, until
the chorus.

“On the highway I was born, it’s there
I’ll meet my end.”

Elliot’s sweet tenor wrapped around
Killy’s pack-a-day growl, blending together seamlessly.

The audience joined in, chanting,
“Highway! Highway! Live and die on the highway!”

Rob kept pace on the drums, a musician
not really worthy of the band they’d become, and Ace, a friend and one hell of
a musician, wound his way through the twists and turns on his keyboards.

“The only home I’ll ever know stretches
from sea to sea

No start, no end, no in between, just
miles of road and me

Living a life all on my own free of
family, lover or friend

On the highway I was born, it’s there
I’ll meet my end

Highway! Highway! Live and die on the
highway!

Highway! Highway! Live and die on the
highway!

Highway! Highway! Live and die on the
highway!”

The mass of humanity might have started
chanting again for all Killy knew. His world boiled down to this moment, the
music, his brother, his friend, and the life laid out for him long ago, the
first time his mother brought him and Elliot onstage.

They’d stayed. She’d gone.

Here they still stood, though she didn’t.

Never would again.

Nope, no bad thoughts. Just the music.

Note after note poured from him like
rain, blocking thought and feeling.

He crashed to his knees, striking a
chord and letting his guitar speak for him. Caught in the spotlight, he leaned
back in a signature move his manager made him practice, making his shirt ride
up to show some skin, while his hair fell back, glittering like gold in a
strategically placed spotlight.

The blue streak, his own addition,
voiced his defiance at being a commodity.

He should’ve been exhausted after the
show they’d put on, but in that moment, he swore he could go all night.

He jumped to his feet, racing across the
stage and running through part of the guitar solo for those seated to the left
of the stage, then reversed course to the right, repeating the solo.

Arms reached for him, a thousand voices
calling his name.

Rejoining Elliot centerstage, he
launched into the chorus and let the others join him.

After extending the song by two more
choruses, he finally wound down.

An announcer stepped up on stage, to
catcalls, whistles and ear-splitting shouts. “Let’s hear it for Trickster!”

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You will know Eden Winters by her
distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US
drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. Watch out,
she hugs!

Driven by insatiable curiosity, she
possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that
she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial
Pursuit.

She’s trudged down hallways with police
detectives, learned to disarm knife-wielding bad guys, and witnessed the
correct way to blow doors off buildings. Her e-mail contains various snippets
of forensic wisdom, such as “What would a dead body left in a Mexican drug
tunnel look like after six months?” In the process of her adventures she has
written twenty gay romance novels, has won Rainbow Awards, was a Lambda Awards
Finalist, and lives in terror of authorities showing up at her door to question
her Internet searches.

When not putting characters in dangerous
situations she’s a mild-mannered business executive, mother, grandmother,
vegetarian, and PFLAG activist.

Her natural habitats are airports,
coffee shops, and on the backs of motorcycles.

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Giveaway + Release Blitz: The Secrets We Keep by Rick R. Reed


Join author Rick R. Reed & IndiGo Promotions in celebrating the release of The Secrets We Keep. Find out more about this contemporary romance, read an excerpt & enter in the giveaway for a $10 NineStar Press credit too!


Title: The Secrets We Keep
Author: Rick R. Reed
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: July 6, 2020
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 61200
Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, MM romance, family drama, age-gap, men over 40, celebrities, family estrangement

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Jasper Warren is a happy-go-lucky young
man in spite of the tragedy that’s marred his life. He’s on a road to nowhere
with his roommate, Lacy, whom he adores, and a dead-end retail job in Chicago.

And then everything changes in a single
night. Though Jasper doesn’t know it, his road is going somewhere after all.
This time when tragedy strikes, it brings with it Lacy’s older, wealthy, sexy
uncle Rob. Despite the heart-wrenching circumstances, an immediate connection
forms between the two men.

But the secrets between them test their
attraction. Will their revelations destroy the bloom of new love… or encourage
it to grow?

Excerpt


The Secrets We Keep
Rick R. Reed © 2020
All Rights Reserved

Prologue
“Hey! I don’t think you should go
through that,” Rob said, barely audible because he didn’t want his fear to
show. He sucked in a breath and clutched his suitcase close to him, as though
it were a child—or a flotation device. Or a boy he loved and didn’t want to
lose…

The water spread out on the road under
the overpass like a black mirror. It could have been a few inches deep or a few
feet. From just a visual, there was no way to gauge how deep it was. No person
with any sense would drive into it.

His Uber driver, a sallow-complexioned
man in his forties wearing a black baseball cap, gave out a low whistle. “We’ll
be okay,” he said cheerfully, with a confidence Rob simply didn’t have. “Just
sit back and let me worry. We’ll be fine.”

Rob wished he had the nerve to speak up,
to command, “No! Don’t! Just turn around.” After all, this driver was putting
them both in danger. But he felt like protesting would make him seem insane or,
at the very least, silly. So what’s worse, he wondered, seeming crazy or
drowning? He cursed himself for the ridiculous lengths he went to so as to
avoid confrontation.

A thunderclap as loud as an explosion
sounded then, and Rob swore the black Lincoln Continental shuddered under its
vibration. Lightning turned the dark, cloud-choked dawn skies bright white for
an instant, as though day had peeked in, seen the weather, and then ducked back
out.

“This baby can get through it,” the
driver said, giving the car a little more gas.

Rob tightened his lips to a single line
and furrowed his brows as his driver set off into the small lake stretching out
before them. As the driver moved completely under the overpass, the drumming
sound of the rain on the roof suddenly ceased, and the silence was like the
intake of a breath.

“C’mon, c’mon,” the driver urged almost
under his breath as he sallied farther into the water, giving the car more gas.

Even before the engine started to whine
in protest, Rob knew they were in trouble by the way the water parted to admit
the Lincoln. Waves sloshed by on either side.

Rob thought again he should speak
up—like maybe to suggest that the driver could attempt to back up—but held his
tongue. The guy was a professional, right? He knew what he was doing.

They’d be okay.

And the driver continued, deeper and
deeper into the water standing so treacherously beneath the overpass.

The engine made a lowing sound, like a
cow’s moo, as the flood rose up the sides of the vehicle.

Rob gasped as brackish, foul-smelling
water covered his loafered feet, pouring in through the small spaces around the
doors.

The driver eyed him in the rearview
mirror. There was a defeat in his voice as he said, “You better open your door
and get out while you can.”

Rob wondered, for only a moment, why he
would want to. Then it struck him with the adrenaline-fueled clarity born of
panic that if he didn’t open his door now, he might never get another chance.
The rising water and its pressure would make it impossible to open the door.

If it wasn’t already too late…

Rob leaned over and pressed against the
door. The engine stalled at that moment, and his driver reached for his own
door handle up front.

For a brief moment that caused his heart
to drum fast, Rob feared his door wouldn’t open. He slid over and leaned
against it with his shoulder pressed against the black leather, grunting.

The door held and then suddenly gave
way.

Granted access, water rushed into the
vehicle. The icy current rose up, covering his ankles and his calves. It was
almost over his knees when he managed to slide from the Lincoln.

Outside the car, he stood. The water
rose up almost to his neck. He felt nothing, only a kind of numbness and
wonder. His driver was already sloshing forward toward the pearly light at the
other side of the overpass. He didn’t give Rob so much as a backward glance.

Rob started moving against the water,
wondering what might be swimming in it.

Thunder grumbled and then cracked again.
The lightning flared, brilliant white, once more. And the rain poured down even
harder.

He looked back for a moment at the
Lincoln Continental, thinking about his TUMI bag on the seat. There was no hope
for that now!

He slogged through the water and
progressed steadily forward, feeling like a refugee in some third-world
country, bound for freedom. In his head he heard the swell of inspirational
music.

After what seemed like an hour, but was
really only about five minutes, Rob reached dry land at the end of the
overpass, where the entrance ramp veered upward toward the highway. Cars
whizzed by, sending up sprays of water, the motorists oblivious.

His driver eyed him but said nothing. He
was out of breath.

Rob stood in the rain and remembered his
iPhone in the front pocket of his khakis. He pulled it out, thinking to call
for help. But when he pressed the Home button, the screen briefly illuminated
and then blinked out, the picture of an ocean wave crashing toward the shore
first skewing weirdly, then vanishing.

“Shit,” he whispered and then replaced
the phone in his soaking-wet pants pocket.

He needn’t have worried about calling
for help, however, because it seemed the universe had done it for him. On the
other side of the overpass, a fire truck, lights on but no siren, pulled up to
the water’s edge. Then two police cruisers. And finally, surprisingly, a news
van with a satellite antenna on top brought up the rear.

The rest was kind of a blur. Through a
bullhorn, one of the firemen advised them to come back toward them but to use
the median instead of slogging through the flood. The concrete divider was only
a few inches above the sloshing water.

Somehow, Rob and his driver managed a
tightrope walk across the lake the underpass had become, balancing on the
concrete divider.

When they reached the other side, one of
the newscasters, a guy in a red rain slicker, stuck a microphone in his face
and asked him to tell him what happened. Was he afraid? Stunned, Rob shook his
head and moved toward the cop cars. Behind him, he could hear the driver
talking to the reporter.

At the first police car, a uniformed
officer got out from behind the steering wheel. She shut the door behind her
and held a hand above the bill of her cap to further shield her from the rain.
She was young, maybe midtwenties, with short black hair and a stout and sturdy
build.

“You okay, sir?”

Rob nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” He smiled.
“Didn’t expect a swim this early in the morning.”

The officer didn’t laugh. “Where were
you headed? We might be able to take you, or at the very least, we can summon a
taxi for you.”

And Rob opened his mouth to say, “To the
airport” and then shut it again.

One thought stood out in his head. I
could have drowned. He looked toward the Lincoln, which was filled now with
water up to the middle of the windshield.

“Sir? You need us to get you somewhere?”

Rob debated, thinking of a young man,
perhaps out in this same rain, getting almost as drenched as he was. He opened
his mouth again to speak, unsure of how he could or should answer her question.

What he said now could very well
determine the course of the rest of his life.

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Real Men. True Love.



Rick R. Reed is an award-winning and bestselling author of more than fifty works of published fiction. He is a Lambda Literary Award finalist. Entertainment Weekly has described his work as “heartrending and sensitive.” Lambda Literary has called him: “A writer that doesn’t disappoint…” Find him at www.rickrreedreality.blogspot.com. Rick lives in Palm Springs, CA, with his husband, Bruce, and their fierce Chihuahua/Shiba Inu mix, Kodi.


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