a look at Gale Stanley & ‘Coywolf’ @galestanley @evernightpub #Shifters #LGBT

Today we have author Gale Stanley visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
* Some things never change.

A look into…

~ Blurb ~

* In a world where reproduction is the number one priority, a gay wolf shifter could never be an alpha. So Logan hides his secret from the pack and resigns himself to a life without love.
* Then one night, he finds his true mate and he’s forced to make a choice.

~ Excerpt ~

* Logan set Rory on the wood floor. It would do, he’d slept on worse. Logan opened a cedar chest and took out a thick quilt. He laid it on the floor under a window. “It’s late. You can sleep here.” Logan pointed to the coverlet.” If you decide to shift, you can share my bed. It’s big enough for two.”
* No thanks. But Rory couldn’t deny that he was tempted as he watched Logan undress. The man was sex on a stick with his strong jaw, straight nose, and dark intense eyes. Why were alphas always so damn good-looking? And straight as an arrow? Probably so they would attract the best bitches in the pack. Rory sighed. Logan looked even better with his clothes off. He had sexy chest hair and a dark curly bush that Rory wanted to bury his nose in. He imagined himself licking that half-hard dick to erectness. Down boy! He was tempted to shift, but good sense won out. If he didn’t stay in his fur, he would really be fucked.
* Logan flopped onto the bed and lay flat on his back. He tugged on his cock until it stood straight up like a flagpole. Rory’s penis came out of its sheath and he whimpered. Thankfully, Logan was too busy jacking off to notice.
* The Alpha bent his muscular legs and continued stroking his thick cock. The head flushed purple and pre-cum leaked from the slit. The musky scent drove Rory crazy. Slithering on his belly like a snake, Rory inched toward Logan’s dirty clothes on the floor. Rolling on them as best he could, he took comfort in Logan’s scent. But his gaze remained fixed on the man.
* Panting now, Logan worked his cock harder and faster, tugging his balls with his other hand. His heavy breathing and the sound of his fist moving up and down his shaft made Rory hot and horny. Logan’s thighs went tense, and his hand moved so fast it blurred.
* Rory’s anticipation built as he watched Logan stroke his hard length one final time. Thick threads of cum burst into the air. Rory ached to lick the creamy white liquid off Logan’s chest.
* Logan stilled for a few minutes, and then glanced around the room. His eyes lit on Rory humping his jeans. Caught, Rory froze. A sly smile seemed to dance on Logan’s lips. His voice was low and sexy. “Pleasant dreams, boy.” Then he rolled over and promptly fell asleep.
* Rory’s canine libido was in overdrive. A little more rubbing action on the denim and he shot his load. Then he settled down on the jeans, and in a few minutes his eyelids grew heavy, and he felt himself drifting off to sleep, too.

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Thank you for joining us here today, Gale Stanley! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

a look at London Saint James & ‘Always’ @LSJRomance #Contemporary #Romance

 Two Hearts, One Soul Duet: Book One Has Arrived!

 

Written by London Saint James

Published by LSJ Romance

Genre: M/F Contemporary Romance

Word Count: 100k

Heat Level: 3

 Cover Art by Kellie Dennis – Book Cover by Design

Edited by Red Penn Services

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Blurb:

International bestselling author London Saint James’ first installment from Two Hearts, One Soul Duet is the epic tale of abiding love, heart-wrenching loss, and an astonishing bond that will find a way to endure.

Winter Perri never truly understood love until she met Austin Carlyle—the man who would rock her world to its foundations and give her something to believe in. But the night before they were to be married, the fairytale shattered.

Thirteen years later Winter is pulled out of her seclusion only to have a painful past confront her, and when it does, she’s left questioning reality, because the impossible is looking back at her with the face of a destroying angel, and piercing eyes in too familiar shades of blue.

Excerpt: 

“Wow!”
With a start, I turned in the direction of the smooth, male voice I’d heard.
Some guy was standing perfectly still over by the corner booth. His tall, lean body was casually propped up against the wall. His black jeans were worn, his left knee sticking out a hole, and his steel-toed boots untied—the leather tongue of one boot caught in the bottom fray of his jeans.
My gaze moved from his boots, up the length of him, taking in a black leather bomber jacket overtop another black pull-over hooded sweatshirt. Then came the face shadowed beneath the dark hood.
When my eyes found his, my world shifted. I was overcome by something. A pull maybe. Whatever it was, my heart fluttered and raced like I’d dropped a great distance at a fast rate of speed, turning and flipping my stomach.
As if in slow motion, his arm lifted—hand running over the hood—removing it.
One strand of tousled, pitch-black hair fell over the smooth expanse of his forehead bringing my gaze to his dark brows. They arched over long, black lashes which made the color of his eyes pop. And those eyes, for lack of a better word, were amazing. I wasn’t looking into one shade, but differing shades of blue-gray.
I placed my palm over my swirling stomach as my body shook with the immediate urge to touch him—unsure he was real. He was…beautiful.
His jawline was strong, and his chin was dimpled with a cleft. His cheekbones were high and pronounced and the line of his nose was just a very slight bit from a straight line at the bridge. This fact only made this slightest of imperfections a simple perfection. He looked as though he had been carved—chiseled from the hand of an old master.
When the full shape of his lips turned up into a breathtaking smile, I may have gasped. He had the kind of smile that would make angels envious, or if not envious, they’d surely sing in glory at the sight.
With a dip of his head, he ran his fingers through his hair. I wanted to be his fingers so I could touch him, caress his face, and trace my fingertips over his beautifully etched lips.
I think I forgot how to blink.
Was I even breathing?
My mouth went dry and cottony. All I was capable of hearing was the fast beat of my heart pounding hard in my ears until he laughed a low, even, musical tone. “That was impressive. I thought I might need to step in, but you handled yourself well.”
It took me a moment to process his voice and his words. I was still stuck on the planes and angles of his spectacular face. “Um…I’m sorry, what?”
“What you just did. Those obnoxious men. Impressive.”
“O-oh?” I was still a little muddled in my thoughts, though managed, “They’re world-class jerks.”
The small laugh lines at the corners of his sensual mouth made their startling appearance with that devastating grin of his.
I stared, rather oddly for a moment; pretty sure I was still unblinking.
Get a grip. You’re acting like a total idiot.
The strange silence flustered me for an instant. I needed to say something because he was just looking at me.
Oh, my God. He’s really looking. Say something.



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About the Author:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt ‘at home’ until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday. 


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a look at Ines Saint & ‘Good Gracie’ @InesSaint @SDSXXTours #Contemporary #Romance

GOOD GRACIE
by Ines Saint
Pub. Date: 4/11/2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Spinning Hills, Ohio, home of the third most haunted street in the state, is the perfect place for three sisters to banish the unhappy specters of their pasts—and to let romance cast its spell . . .
Gracie Piper is good at being invisible, and she likes it that way. At just seventeen, she took a very public stand against the boy who passed a revealing video of her all over school. Ever since, she’s staked her life on staying out of the limelight. But when she moves back to Spinning Hills, she comes face to face with her painful past. In the same historic building Gracie’s boss has assigned her to supervise renovating works the man who helped her find justice nine years ago, and nearly lost his own career in the process. A man who suddenly arouses feelings that make Gracie weak in the knees…
Josh Goodwin is sure he’s seeing a ghost when he spots Gracie in the halls of his office building. Taking her case was a professional risk that became all too personal when a bitter ex accused him of getting involved with teenage Gracie. Seeing her again is opening old wounds, and threatening brand-new ones—his campaign for County Prosecutor won’t withstand a brand-new scandal. But there’s something about sweet, gorgeous Gracie that brings out the crusader in him—and the thing he’ll fight hardest for is her love…
Ines Saint was born in Zaragoza, Spain. She’s bilingual and bicultural and has spent the last ten years raising her fun, inspiring little boys and sharing her life with the man of her dreams, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest cheerleader. Her greatest joys are spending quality time with family and close friends.