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Review: Tall, Dark, and Deported by Bru Baker

Tall, Dark, and Deported                                                                                                                        

Author: Bru Baker

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

American release date: April 1, 2017

Format/Genre/Length: E-book/M/M Contemporary Romance/236 pages

Reviewer: Julie Lynn Hayes

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

Forced by his boss to fly to Vancouver to audit an underachieving hotel, Crawford Hargrave is less than thrilled. Not because he doesn’t want to go there, but because he’s being forced to work with his unpleasant ex-husband, Davis. His boss makes it clear that this trip is expected, if he wants to keep his job. Crawford wants to keep his job, so he acquiesces to his demands, albeit unwillingly.

Mateus is a Portuguese import, who’s helping his brother and his wife take care of their orchard in Washington state.  His visa is about to run out, and if he can get a work visa, he can stay, but the orchard won’t be financially solvent for a few months yet. All he needs is to cross over into Canada, get his passport stamps, thereby automatically re-upping his American visa for another three months, giving him the time he needs to get the work visa.

What can possibly go wrong?

Except maybe everything?

Crawford and Mateus meet at the airport, and there’s an instant attraction, so why not spend some time talking? The situation begins to unravel when their flight is canceled, and Mateus realizes he’s on borrowed time in his need to get across the border before his visa expires. He can’t afford the delay. Crawford offers to rent a car so they can drive together. Sounds good, right? Except complications set in a t the border, and when Mateus is threatened with imminent deportation, Crawford unexpectedly speaks up and says hey, that’s my fiancé.

What’s easier than getting married for a green card, just long enough to look good and go their separate ways? But life is never that easy, and the two men haven’t figured that anyone will want to follow up with them to make sure their marriage isn’t a sham. As if that isn’t bad enough, there’s the matter of Crawford’s bitchy ex he has to deal with. That and maybe falling in love with a total stranger?

What’s a man to do?

Tall, Dark and Deported is part of Dreamspinner’s Dreamspun Desires line, which are guaranteed to be hot, romantic, and come with a happily ever after ending.

This book is no slouch in any of those departments. The main characters are sexy, and yet extremely likeable, as well as hot. While it was frustrating as hell to watch them dance around each other, denying and refusing to act on their attractions, it was also damn hot. The writing is good, the story is very pleasing, and the only regret I have is that I didn’t get to see their marriage actually consummated.

I highly recommend this, but only if you like hot sexy men and combustibility and seeing little assholes get their comeuppance!

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New Release: Heart Knot Mine; by Lily Velden w/ giveaway

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Greetings all!

It’s Sunday morning and I’m propped up in bed with my ever-faithful laptop, coffee in hand, with even a glass of juice poured as well!

Life has been beyond hectic of late and I can’t say how many times I’ve wished for more hours in the day, or that my poor old bod wouldn’t scream at me, demanding sleep. It’s not convinced that there’ll be time enough for sleep when I’m pushing up daisies… Continue reading

New Release: Sacrifices; by Chris T. Kat

Sacrifices (A Jeff Woods Mystery)—An Unlikeable
Character?
Hi!
This is Chris T. Kat again, talking about my current release
Sacrifices
(A Jeff Woods Mystery).
Sacrifices
is the sequel to
Attachment Strings.
The first book received some strong reactions, especially regarding
the main character, Jeff Woods.

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Whatever Weekend: JC Wallace – Curiosity Killed Shaney Tour and Giveaway

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Hi, everyone! I want to thank Wednesday Briefs Blog for inviting me. Curiosity Killed Shaney is my first published novel and I am thrilled to share this story with all of you.

This blog tour got huge fast! There are awesome prizes to that will be given away at the end of the tour. At the end of this post, you will find a link to enter! Check in at www.jcwallacebooks.com for links to all of the blogs in the tour and you can enter as much as you like!

Today I am interviewing Hudson from Curiosity Killed Shaney.

JC: Hey, Hudson. Thanks for taking the time to talk to me.

Hudson: No, problem, JC. Shaney is around here somewhere, so I hope we can get through this without incidence.

JC: Okay, well, let’s get started. Tell us a bit about yourself.

Hudson: Well, I’m Hudson Turner from Curiosity Killed Shaney. I’m 26 year old and I’m a carpenter. I live in Tupper Lake, NY. Shaney is my boyfriend. I think that’s about it.

JC: You run your own carpentry business. How did that get started?

Hudson: I went to college because my parents expected it and they’re high achievers. My dad is in business so I went for that because I didn’t know what to go for and it made him happy. He wanted me work with him but when I got out of college I came back to Tupper Lake. I have always loved working with wood. When I was a teenager, I liked to build things with my grandfather so I set up my own business as a carpenter and I’m happy with it.

JC: How did you get involved in charity?

Hudson: Oh, you mean doing work for people who can’t afford to pay. Well, my grandfather was a very altruistic and believed in giving. He was a research scientist he didn’t want to make money off his work and always told me that people are important than money. So, when my business got going really good, I would do work for those I knew couldn’t afford it just as my grandfather taught me.

JC: That’s really nice of hear. Let’s talk about you and Shaney. You’re really different from one another. He’s free-spirited, curious, easy going. You’ve described yourself as reserved, quiet and solitary. How does it work with your differences?

Hudson: Shaney is over the top some of the times (laughs) but I think our differences complement each other. I think I help ground him and keep him from going too far over the top. He can get pretty outrageous in what he wants to do or find out about. For me, he has really shown me how to live life, not be so closed off and to laugh more. I’ve never laughed so hard with Shaney around.

Shaney: (yells from the other room) That’s right big guy!

Hudson: (shakes his head and yells back) Go find something to do, baby. I’ll be done soon.

Shaney: Okay.

JC: I think he’s gone, so I can ask the next question. What was your worst first date ever?

Hudson: When I was sixteen and a bunch of us went down to the lake to hang out. Soon people paired off .and me and this girl were left sitting there. I knew at the time I was gay but in Tupper Lake, back then, it just wasn’t accepted. The girl got a little handsy and kissed me and I did kiss her back but I thinking about a guy in my gym class. Before I knew it, she’d grabbed my hand and put it on her…um…chest. I kind of freaked out and literally ran away. She told the entire school. It was pretty crappy.

Shaney: (yells) Ewww, on her boob?!

Hudson: Shaney, I thought you were going to find something to do.

Shaney: (yells) Yes sir, boss!

JC: (chuckles) Okay. Next question. You’ve been called by some The Perfect Guy and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Hunky. What are your thoughts on that?

Hudson: Sounds like something Shaney would say. Not sure how true that those are.

Shaney: (yells)You’re definitely all of those Mr. Hottie!

Hudson: Shaney!

Shaney: Going!

JC: Shaney? (no answer). Okay, now that he’s gone, I PROMISE I won’t tell Shaney…so dish! What did you first think when you met him?

Hudson: Yeah, I don’t need his head any bigger than it is. When I first saw him, I thought that I really wanted to just talk to him. I’m not so good at that stuff and if you read the story, you’ll see how well our first meeting worked out. Damn, that boy can get himself hurt the closet. Best thing I ever did was talking to him.

JC: Very sweet (yes, he’s blushing). I’ve heard you call your truck your baby. What’s the story with this vehicle?

Hudson: It’s a 2012 Ford F250. It’s a truck. I’m a guy. Enough said.

JC: Got it. So, are you more of a dog person or more of a cat person?

Hudson: Snort, definitely a cat person if you get my meaning.

JC: Oh, the killed by curiosity thing. Got it (laughs). Any more adventures on the horizon for you, Mr. Hudson?

Hudson: With Shaney, when isn’t there an adventure. Getting up in the morning is an—

(A loud crash shakes the house.)

Hudson: What the fu—

Shaney: Hey, Huds, you know that shelf in the hall closet you told me not to touch? Well, it fell on my hand.

Hudson: (rubs at the bridge of his nose) See? Can get hurt in a closet. See ya, JC.

JC: If I ever get through an interview with these two, it will be a miracle.

Tomorrow, I will be visiting the blog of AT Weaver. Hope to see you all there!

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Available at

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Blurb:Shaney’s curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Hudson, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of him and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death?

Excerpt

Shaney peered cautiously around the aisle of junk peddled on late night television as items that that no one could live without. Yeah, right, Shaney snorted to himself. With anything but suave subtlety, he looked for his target through the open racks of clothes and tall shelves filled with shoes. Well, tall for him. Yes, he was short for a man. Hell, he was short for a pre-pubescent teenager. And in one of the cruelest twists of fate, at five feet six inches, Shaney was the shortest of his three siblings—three sisters, actually. Oh, yeah, as if that hadn’t been a wonderful childhood.

He sighed, reminding himself that he’d long ago come to terms with his lack of verticality—sort of. Silently, he slipped around the end of the shelf, moving slow and smooth, like the aforementioned cat. He worked his way toward the first rack of haphazardly piled shoes. Of course, he should straighten those up later. He stopped about ten feet from the rack, not daring to get any closer. As he peered through one of the shelves, he caught just a glimpse of his target’s red shirt. The man was rifling through the rack of sweatshirts.

If he could just get a bit closer, get a better look…

Shaney froze as the man—and, oh, what a man he was—walked out from behind that rack of shoes, a black sweatshirt in hand. Maybe if Shaney remained still, he wouldn’t be spotted out there in the open, drooling, because that was what he did when faced with the most gorgeous specimen of man known to humankind. The hunky man’s spiky black hair was longer on top and shorter on the sides. He had a five o’clock shadow at ten a.m. covering a strong jaw with—oh, hell—a dimpled chin and intense crystal blue eyes centered by the straightest, most slender nose ending over mouth-watering lips that were just waiting to be sucked and nibbled. That red T-shirt covered wide shoulders and biceps. Black jeans hugged a slim waist and caressed every single muscle with each confident, I-own-the-world step he took in black work boots. And talk about tall!

Shaney stopped breathing as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Hunky came down his aisle. The man’s blue eyes scanned the store looking from something or…someone?

Me?

Time ceased and the world narrowed as those eyes penetrated straight into Shaney’s soul, connected with his very essence, and awakened Shaney’s cock within his pressed chinos. Those forceful eyes were staring and, wait…frowning, as the man came straight at him! Panic seized Shaney’s body. Oh, fuck! He saw me staring and now he’s going to kill the cat! Damn, Todd for being right! Unable to break from the intensity of that unyielding gaze, Shaney started to scramble backwards with no regard for direction—just away from Mr. Tall, Dark, and Angry. Shaney sprinted in reverse as the man raised his hand and pointed a finger.

“Hey. You.”

Even faced with imminent death, the man’s voice vibrated through every nerve in Shaney’s small frame. If he had to die, let his death be at the hands of this god.

“Stop!”

Every cell in Shaney’s body followed the forceful order, but not before Shaney slammed into the shelf behind him. He gasped, the breath knocked from his lungs. He grasped for anything solid to hold onto as the useless treads of his sneakers slid on the waxed floor. Items rocked on the shelf, some toppling, others just threatening.

This is gonna hurt, Shaney thought and cringed until his hand finally grasped a shelf, and his other hand found purchase as well.

The enormous display shelf settled as Shaney struggled to steady his feet. He closed his eyes, sucking in large quantities of air. His hands vibrated against the steel of the shelf, unyielding in their death grip. The whoosh of blood in his ears cocooned him in silence and he almost forgot about…Shaney’s eyes popped open, and he jumped back in surprise to see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Angry right in his face. And next, as is standard humor in classic Saturday morning cartoons, something heavy fell out of the sky, landed on Shaney’s head, brought him to his knees, then flat on his face. The only thing missing were those annoying little chirpy bluebirds circling his head. He’d have to settle for stars.

Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour Giveaway!!

Shaney is so excited about his story being told that he is giving away some great prizes!

P.S. He’s really excited to give them away!

Prizes:

1- $25 Amazon Gift Card

2 Curiosity Killed Shaney Ebooks

2 of Maximus’ “Duct Tape” T-shirts

3 “Freeze Warlock” Coffee Mugs

2 $5 Amazon Gift Cards

Click here for pictures of Prizes

You can enter daily along the blog tour, as often as you like!

Enter Shaney’s Giveaway!

About JC Wallace:

I have been writing all of my life, however it was just this year that I ventured out to be published. In my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.

I am owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. I live in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY

Website: http://www.jcwallacebooks.com

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Toss Up Tuesday: Sweet Giordan, Please Remember by Raine O’Tierney

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In my day-to-day life, I am a library lady and as such library things interest me. In a meeting with our programming department, we jokingly asked if we could get Neil Gaiman as the author for our NaNoWriMo after-hours party this November. Mr. Gaiman’s appearance fee is a well-earned $30,000—so, no go. But have you heard the man speak? He is SO motivating.

I am no Neil Gaiman.

But in my 20+ years of writing, I have developed a small set of advice that I keep close to my heart. For the low, low price of NO DOLLARS, I want to share it with you now.

Be brave in all things.

Writing is scary. Writing can be downright terrifying even. If you aren’t scared of writing, there is always sharing your stories, editing, soliciting for publication, blurb writing, release day, promo, reviews, self-doubt, and the NEXT story. There’s always something to be nervous about. That’s why you must be brave to pursue your dreams.

Write boldly.

The bolder the better. Don’t let anyone set limitation on your story. Write with the graceful wordcraft of an adult and the imagination of a child.

Write for yourself.

Money is awesome. Writing and getting paid to write? Awesomely awesome. But writing FOR money? It’s taxing. It’s draining. I don’t care if you are following trends or not as long as, at the heart of it, you are saying something meaningful for yourself. Speak with your voice, not the voice they want you to have.

You have a lifetime of stories, they don’t have to all be written today.

This is not my advice—it is my friend Lisa’s. She drilled it into my head. When you craft, craft with precision and care. The goal is not to write 100 mediocre stories when a little more effort and a little more time would produce five AMAZING stories.

You are a creative being.

Prove it! Write, draw, sing, knit, garden, dance, bake, design, sew, anything. Get your fingers moving and your brain flowing. Be creative in all things!

We’ve all been told at one point or another that dreams are for babies and dreaming is pointless. SCREW. THAT. Dream big! Dream bold! Dream in defiance! DREAM. And then do something about those dreams.

I believe in you,
Raine O’Tierney 

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Sweet Giordan, Please Remember by Raine O’Tierney

Giordan Stone is lucky, all things considered. Sure, he spent five years in a coma only to wake with a right leg that’s practically useless and no memories other than his name. But now he’s under the care of sassy southern surrogate mother, Chloe Devereaux, spending his days painting and healing. Giordan wants for nothing at all… until he looks out the window one morning and sees Chloe’s gorgeous son, Shane, standing there. Something very familiar stirs in Giordan.

When he sketches, Giordan is able to go into an “art trance” where pieces of disjointed memory come back to him without time or place. More and more of these flashes are of Shane Devereaux and the intense, intimate experiences they shared together. Even though Shane keeps his distance now, Giordan is convinced his flashes are real. But he doesn’t have the whole story. Giordan is determined to fill in his memory blanks and convince Shane his feelings are genuine.

Excerpt

Self-consciously, he glanced up, but Chloe was walking away from the truck, giving him privacy to do what he loved. With no eyes on him or his paper, Giordan laid the sketchbook down and carefully took an eraser to the light age lines on Shane’s face. He softened the look in his eyes, trimmed and then erased entirely his beard, and made him smile—just a little. The effect was so utterly charming that Giordan sank lower into the bed of the truck, more a boy with his first crush than a grown man.

Another clean page. He drew Shane’s face again. This time with more detail, taking special care to get the shape of his ears, his nose, his mouth—a wicked grin on his face—just right. He looked like Chloe in some ways—same green eyes but lighter skin—a blending of Chloe’s coffee and Mr. Devereaux’s cream. Shane’s jaw and brow were his father’s, but his well-defined cheekbones, full beautiful lips, and deep dimple came from some unknown ancestor. To say he was merely attractive was to do him a disservice.

“It’s going to rain.” A voice purred in Giordan’s brain, a deep, seductive, slightly familiar voice.

“We should go back in,” Giordan whispered down at the paper. He sketched Shane’s nostrils, his eyelashes, the intricate lines of his ears, all those hidden, beautiful things.

“Not a chance. I finally get you out here. You think I’m going to let a little rain stop me?”

“We’re going to get caught,” Giordan insisted. He was speaking out loud as if reading a script, and he could barely see the paper anymore. Was he making this all up? He could hear the voice so clearly in his head. “Your parents are—”

“In France. Be with me.”

“Okay.”

It started with silliness. They were supposed to have a picnic. Sandwiches and wine in the shade of the new green leaves. But then Shane hoisted him up into his arms and carried Giordan to the grove, a wicked grin on his face.

“I’m not a princess,” Giordan, much younger then, reminded him with a fake look of disapproval. He kicked two good legs. “I don’t need to be carried!”

Shane had put out a blanket and laid Giordan down on it. “Maybe I just want to carry you. Whether you need it or not.”

Wind rustled the leaves of the trees, and a sweet smell filled the air. It was definitely going to rain.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” he murmured.

“I don’t know why. We’ve done it a hundred times before.”

“Not outside we haven’t!” Giordan protested.

“No one’s going to see,” Shane promised.

“Someone might.”

“Well, then maybe I don’t care whether or not anyone sees.”

Buy links

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B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sweet-giordan-please-remember-raine-otierney/1118935103?ean=2940149452255

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Raine O’Tierney is an always-writing, boundlessly enthusiastic, exclamation point addict! (!!!) She is known for declaring every day “the best day EVER!” and every thing her “all-time FAVORITE!” Despite this (obnoxious?) exuberance, she still somehow manages to have a wonderfully encouraging husband and writing partner, Siôn, and an amazing group of friends and colleagues who continue to support (read: put up with) her. Raine spends her days working as a library lady, fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom.

 

 

Website and social media links

Website: http://raineotierney.com/
E-mail: Raineotierney@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RaineOTierneyAuthor
The Hat Party (LGBT Author Interviews) http://raineotierneyhatparty.blogspot.com/
Twitter: @RaineOTierney
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/RaineOTierney

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Blog Tour and Prizes!

Sweet Giordan, Please Remember Blog Tour
March 17th–March 29th

Prizes:

*** Set of Sweet Giordan, Please Remember and Under the Table and Into His Heart ebooks
*** I Believe in the Sweetness Notebook
*** I Believe in the Sweetness Tote
*** 2x I Believe in the Sweetness Bumper Stickers
*** 2x Sweetness! Bumper Stickers

Please visit Home of the Sweetness to enter:
http://raineotierney.blogspot.com/2014/03/sweet-giordan-please-remember-blog-tour.html

Meet The Author Monday – Chris T. Kat

The Wolf and His Diva—birthed as a Wednesday Briefs flash fiction story

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Hello, I’m Chris T. Kat and I’m here to talk about my new release, The Wolf and His Diva, a m/m shape-shifter romance which will be published by Dreamspinner Press on March 12th.

The Wolf and His Diva started its life as a free story early in 2013. At that point I joined a group of flash fiction writers (you can find us at https://wedbriefsfic.com/) and the story was called “To Love a Fox”. I had to stop writing the story because of several books in the production line as well as an increased workload in real life. Continue reading

I Love It Rough Blogtour Stop #3 Michael Mandrake.

Roughmm1 Michael Mandrake: Greetings and happy Monday to all. Thanks to all of you for dropping by. Yesterday I interviewed my sexy muse, Kajika Fortier from the New Orleans…

Frankie Choteau: Mike, it’s N’awlins… c’mon say it with me, N’awlins… not New Orleans. *rolls eyes* You named the series, say it right nah!

*audience laughs*

Michael Mandrake: *nibbles on bottom lip, eyes dart from side to side* Um, yes, right mate. Well, please welcome Detective Frankie Choteau to the show today.

*audience claps*

Frankie Choteau: *waves to audience and flashes wide smile* Thank you but the big applause should be for my lovah boy. Anyways, Mike what’s up man? Why did ya call me away from the station for this?

Michael Mandrake: *cocks eyebrow* Well, I wanted you to fill in the good people about the new book and tells us more about the cop aspect of your job.

Frankie Choteau: Ah, alright but you owe me? *points finger at Michael* *licks lips and cracks knuckles* Anyways good peeps, I Love it Rough is the sequel to I Like Em Pretty. In the first book, Kajika and I fall in love after something real bad happens to his lover. He’s a suspect in the case but he’s eventually acquitted when we go further into the investigation. In this newest book, there’s another murder in New Orleans and once again, I’m on the case but I wasn’t feelin’ myself so, I give my man and friends some shit in the process.

*audience oohs and aahs*

Michael Mandrake: Mhmm, I see and, this murder in the new book. Tell the audience more about that?

Frankie Choteau: *stares blankly at Michael* Well, it’s a killing, Mike; a murder by strangulation and well, let’s just say it jars me a little. The victim is a stripper so of course I’m afraid for Kajika’s safety but as all of us expect, my baby holds it together. I’m the one that doesn’t.

Michael Mandrake: I see, and what is the biggest difference between this book and the last one?

Frankie Choteau: Oh that’s easy. The first one was more about Kaj and I getting together but this one’s geared more toward my job as a cop and the pressures of coming out to my fellow police. Plus we got some new peoples here on board. A new chief, Quinn Murray who’s a hard ass but gay like me, and the new crime scene investigator, Waylon Mooney makes an appearance too. Kenina gets a little bitchier in this book too. I love her but dayum the girl can get under your skin and well, a little something happens between me and Orrin that might raise some eyebrows.

*audience gasps and whispers*

Frankie Choteau: No, nah, don’t jump to conclusions. *stretched his hands out in front of him* It’s not what you think but I’ll tell ya this much, it was hot. Shh, don’t tell Kaj. He’ll find out later.

Michael Mandrake: Mhmm, I see. So, let’s stop giving away secrets. What do you feel is the best thing about the series so far?

Frankie Choteau: Oh I’d definitely have to say the twists in the story. First book, my girl gets attacked and this one’s got some surprises too. This murderer is something else. He’s real creepy. We need to find this sonofabitch Michael. We can’t let him go on too much longer right?

Michael Mandrake: Indeed we will Frankie. I thank you so much for dropping by and taking time out of your busy schedule.

*audience clasps and whistles*

Frankie Choteau: Thank you, Mike. It’s been a real fine workin’ wicha bro. *smiles and waves at crowd* Go on out and buy the book!

Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…

Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.

To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.

Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.

“Babe? Frankie?” Kajika’s voice snapped him out of his haze, and he rushed to the living room to greet his man. The moment Frankie met the brown gaze of his husband to be, his breath caught in his chest. He sure loved to look at the beautiful man Kajika Fortier had always been.

“Hey, sugah.” Frankie grabbed his arms and brought him in for a passionate kiss on the lips. Just that sent a stir to his groin he knew he’d need to take care of immediately. “How was work?”

Kajika reciprocated the embrace. “Long.” He dropped his bag and kicked it over in front of the closet. “I danced for almost forty minutes. Lana didn’t show up at the club tonight. I tried calling her, but she didn’t pick up. I really wanted to stop by but not without someone. I recall you telling me about the rash of assaults in her neighborhood.”

Frankie nodded and massaged his man’s shoulders. “I’m glad you didn’t go by there alone, babe. Perhaps we’ll go check on her tomorrow after our early dinner? Perhaps she was sick or something or her phone ran out of juice.”

Kajika agreed and wrapped his arms around Frankie’s waist. “I suppose.” Kajika’s worried expression instantly transformed to a smile. “So, my man, what did you do all day besides call and get me in trouble with everyone?”

“Who me?” Frankie pointed to himself, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Nah, them girls just jealous, that’s all, especially Naomi. I don’t know what’s taking Orrin so long to ask her out on a formal date.”

“Me neither.” Kajika clicked his teeth and leaned forward, taking a small bit of Frankie’s bottom lip in between his own. “I mean, they looked like they’d hit it off real well when we all got together at the club weeks ago. She said they talk on the phone almost every weekend, but Orrin gets so busy at the station.”

Frankie groaned and reached around his lover’s body, clenching his buttocks tightly between his fingers. Surges of energy instantly shot to his groin and his nipples in response to Kajika’s affections. “Yeah, well, I know all about that. Still, he’s had a chance or two to just grab a bite with her or even a drink. Perhaps now that Kenie’s back he can try asking her out.”

“Hopefully so. My girl needs some dick, so she’ll stop snapping on me.” Kajika laughed, moving forward into Frankie’s touches. He traced the lines of his face as well as his newly trimmed mustache and beard. “Well, enough about them. What’s on the agenda for our first night alone in a while, hmm? I’m not real hungry…for food, anyway. We had a quickie in the shower this morning−”

“Which ain’t enough, lover.” Frankie gripped Kajika’s ass and lifted him from the floor, licking his lips like a tasty treat. He flashed a wicked grin. “I’m ready to go all night if we have to, sweetheart. I’ve been resting up for you all damn day.”

Kajika chuckled and shifted, wrapping his legs around Frankie’s waist. “Then show me, babe. I’m not too tired to get it on into the wee hours, Frankie.” Kajika caressed Frankie’s lips with his fingertips, pushing one into his mouth.

Frankie hungrily accepted, taking Kajika’s entire finger in, sucking it to the knuckle. “With pleasure−”

Before Frankie could finish his sentence, his phone buzzed in his pocket, disturbing him from further thought.

Frankie grimaced but continued to hold onto Kajika. “Damn! I knew I should’ve switched this fucking thing off!”

“Ugh!” Kajika forced himself out of Frankie’s grip and frowned, petulantly crossing his arms over his chest. “Should I go to the bedroom and wait for you or expect to be eating a late night snack alone, watching I Love Lucy re-runs?”

Frankie glanced at the screen and held his finger up to wait.

Of course the station was calling to interrupt his special moment. “Hello?”

“Frankie, Kenie here. I need you in here now, man. Orrin and Vance are on another case, and I need backup. There’s been a murder near Louis Three again.”

Frankie cursed silently and shook his head.

“Erg!” Kajika stomped out of the room, not bothering to look back.

“Seriously? Goddamnit, I…” Frankie ran his hand over his head, thinking of an excuse not to go in. “Damn, Kenie, I was trying to enjoy my night off, and low and behold we gotta case on your first night back.”

Frankie could hear her grin through the phone. “Yeah, just your dumb luck, huh, beloved? Come on, boy, don’t make me come and get you, right? I’m sorry I might be spoiling the evening with your pretty boy lovah, but−”

Frankie rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing his man would be very upset. “No, you’re really not, but whatever. What’s the address?”

“Thirty Seven, Seventeen Orleans is the address. We’ll−”

Frankie’s eyes bulged, and his heart stopped.

Could it be? Oh hell!

“Kenie, you said a murder at that address?”

Kenina cleared her throat. “Yes, sir, can we…”

“I’ll see you in about twenty.” Frankie’s heart sped up not knowing what the heck to say to his man who was already upset about their plans being interrupted. Just how the hell would he say that his fellow dancer might be a victim of murder?

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The N’awlins Exotica/Paranormal series

The city of New Orleans is rich in tradition, diverse, and known for the inspiration it provides. In the “Big Easy” there lies the hunger for the erotic as well as the unknown. The residents here feel that sexual energy and it reveals itself through their various creative activities.

Join the characters as they take a wild ride on the edge, enjoying their town for all it has to offer. There’s a certain magic in the air, an erotic magic that cannot be ignored.

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About the Author and the muse

Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.

Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.

This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.

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