Release Day – Angel’s Feather by Alina Popescu

Angel's Feather Alina Popescu

Gay science fiction novella Angel’s Feather, the first book in the Flyer Chronicles series, has just been released.

Angel’s Feather Synopsis

How far would you go for the one you love? How much of yourself would you sacrifice?

Trapped on a decaying Earth and cut off from the rest of the Universe, humans are no longer allowed to leave their planet. Break this one law and you die: a penalty enforced by flyers, aliens who look like angels of long-lost religions. Michael, the flyers’ leader, is the Punisher who carries out every public execution.

Adam, a young human with near-perfect memory, is committed to rebuilding Earth and a true believer in the flyers’ dominion. While Adam’s support for flyers isn’t a secret, his deep love for Michael is. Not even Michael knows, for his kind never take human lovers, and to Adam, they are too far above him to reach.

In his broken and unwelcoming world, Adam’s love can only lead to pain, loss, and disaster. Yet there is no force in the huge expanse of stars and galaxies that can stop Adam from following Michael to the end of existence. Not even Adam’s own beliefs.

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Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06Y6BWX9V
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Angel's Feather by Alina Popescu

Excerpt

“Fucking bastard! Forcing you to repeat their alien laws after having killed your father in front of your mother and his entire family. He has no respect for our pain.” It wasn’t a new litany, but today of all days it grated me more than it usually did.

“Uncle, why should Michael care when my father clearly didn’t? If he loved us, if he was worried about what his death would do to Mother, he would have stopped when she asked him.”

My uncle’s eyes darkened, his face twisting in an ugly snarl. “Ungrateful bastard! Your father must be ashamed of you. He did everything for you!”

“For me?” I couldn’t stifle the cold laughter so I let it bathe me. “If he wanted to do something for me, he should have worked harder to put food on the table and clothes on my back. Mend the land and get the crops to thrive. How would flying elsewhere help me?”

The strike came out of nowhere. My uncle was fast for an old man. The sharp pain spread through my now burning cheek as I struggled to push up from where I’d fallen. Before I could, my uncle was all over me, pushing, hitting, and yelling in my face. “Ungrateful little prick! You should have been stillborn. A shame to your father and our family name, you are!”

“Let the boy go,” Michael said in a steady voice. The sound of it made me feel safe, sending tingles of happiness through my reeling mind. The pain of the hits subsided and I knew no more of it will come. At least not today.

“This is not your business, damned beast. You cannot interfere,” my uncle said, releasing me enough to twist his upper body and glare at Michael.

“I am not required to interfere, true. I choose to,” the flyer said, tilting his head and smiling coldly at my uncle. “Do you wish to find out who of us prevails if you challenge me, mortal?”

About the author

Author Alina PopescuWriter, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

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Book promo and Review – Barbed Wire Cowboy by Rennee Stevens

Blurb:  

After having been kicked off the family ranch by his father, Marc Poulson has made a new home for himself as the foreman of the Double R Ranch. His fellow ranch hands are his family, but he’s still not complete without Casey Morgan, his counterpart at the neighboring Del Rio Ranch. In the middle of a feud with his one-time best friend, Marc struggles to understand why Casey would rather take a swing at him than talk to him. He wants to put the past behind them and rebuild what they once had and make their relationship stronger than ever, but Casey is having none of it.

Casey has his own demons to deal with, and Marc serves as a reminder to things he’d rather forget. Casey can’t see beyond the past and continues to make mistakes that put both him and Marc in harms way. After one close call too many, Casey must decide whether his past is more important than his future, or if he can live with Marc walking out of his life—possibly forever.

Excerpt:

“EARTH TO Marc, come in, Marc.” Rick made a show of waving his hand in front of Marc’s face. He waited until he had Marc’s attention. “Did you hear anything I said?”

“Sorry.” Marc glanced at him, but the lure of Casey Morgan was too strong to ignore. He returned his gaze to linger on the blond who had walked through the doors of the bar a moment earlier. “I was distracted.” Half of the bar separated them, but he knew from experience that the chances of avoiding a confrontation were slim to nil.

“Obviously.” Their companion, and coworker, Jason snickered.

“What is it with you and him?” Rick’s gaze danced between the two men. “You two can’t be in the same room together without going for the jugular.”

“It has nothing to do with you.” Marc didn’t want to get into it and was desperate to stop the barrage of questions before they could start. “You concentrate on yourself and let me handle my own problems.”

Marc tracked Casey’s progress through the bar until he sat at a table with two of the hired hands from the Del Rio Ranch. As the foreman for the Del Rio, Casey was the direct counterpart of Marc’s position at the Double R. The owners of the two ranches were close friends, and up until a few months earlier, so were Casey and Marc. It was amazing how one thing could cause friends to become bitter enemies, and it was nothing more than a misunderstanding.

“We lost him again.” Jason needed to wipe the smirk off his face.

“Knock it off.” Marc forced his attention away from Casey and back to Rick and Jason. “What were you asking?”

“Never mind.” Rick shook his head. “Since we have tomorrow off it can wait until Monday. No sense in talking ranch work if we don’t have to.”

“Sounds good to me.” Jason finished off the beer in front of him.

Marc swallowed the last of his own drink and headed toward the bar for the next round. Despite being the sole bar in town, it wasn’t busy, and within a couple of minutes he was turning to head back to his table with three fresh beers. As he turned, his shoulder brushed against a newcomer, and Marc turned to apologize, but the words stuck in his throat when he found himself face-to-face with Casey. If he’d realized Casey had the same idea, he would have stayed in his seat and let one of the other two go.

“Poulson.” Casey’s greeting dripped with hostility.

“Morgan.” Fuck the apology. Marc pushed past him but stopped when Casey mumbled something under his breath. His entire body went stiff, and he struggled to breathe through the anger. He should have ignored it and walked away, but it built inside him until he was seething with every breath he took. “What the hell did you say to me?”

“You heard me.” Casey leaned against the bar and tried to stare him down.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Marc took a determined step forward. He had a couple of inches on his former friend and wasn’t above trying to intimidate him. Not anymore.

“It’s not bullshit if it’s the truth.” Instead of backing down, Casey straightened up, anger flashing in his eyes.

“I’ve had it with this crap.” Marc clenched his jaw. He’d tried to keep his cool, but if Casey was itching for a fight that bad, Marc was ready and willing to oblige. He ignored the little voice in his head telling him it was a bad idea. Marc plunked the bottles he was holding onto the bar, flexed his hands at his side, and waited. He wouldn’t throw the first punch, but if Casey did, he wouldn’t walk away. “I wasn’t the only one there, and you damn well know it.”

“You may as well have been.” Casey sneered and grabbed the beer the bartender set down. He tried to shoulder his way past, but Marc refused to move.

Marc reached out and grabbed ahold of Casey’s arm to keep him there. “Oh, I don’t know about that. When are you going to admit you liked it?”  

With a wrench of his arm he whirled Casey back around. The bottle clutched in Casey’s grasp slipped free, shattering on the floor, and beer splashed up onto their boots. Their gazes collided, and Marc could see the fury simmering in Casey’s eyes. Determined to use his height advantage, he took a step forward until there were a mere couple of inches separating them, forcing Casey to look up to meet his eyes. When Marc didn’t release his hold on him, Casey knocked his hand away.

“Don’t.” As cliched as it sounded, if looks could kill, Marc would drop dead on the spot. “You have no fucking right to touch me.”

“Like this?” Marc reached out with one hand and shoved Casey’s shoulder.

“Bastard,” Casey replied.

“Point being?” Marc repeated his earlier action, this time putting enough force behind it to cause the infuriating man to stagger into the table behind him.

“Go to hell.” Casey growled and turned toward his table.

“I’ll meet you there.” Marc laughed and moved to grab the beers from the bar. He heard one of the Del Rio hands yell and turned a second too late. Casey’s fist connected with his jaw and sent him stumbling back into the bar.

“Fucker!” Marc launched himself toward Casey and placed a couple of well-aimed blows to Casey’s stomach and ribs. It didn’t bring near the satisfaction he’d expected. Instead, regret trickled through him and was enough to throw off his concentration. Casey didn’t hesitate to take advantage, but Marc managed to deflect the blow with his shoulder. He grunted in pain as the next one connected with his ribs. Thank god Casey hadn’t managed to land a shot to his liver. That would have had him writhing in agony.

Shelving his feelings of remorse to study later, Marc shoved Casey hard enough to send him careening into a nearby chair. Taking advantage of gaining the upper hand, he pressed on and within moments Marc was rolling on the floor with Casey as they each tried to gain domination over the other. Marc managed to land a few more punches, but then someone grabbed his arms and pulled him away. His entire body hurt, but he ignored the pain and struggled to get free.

“Fuckers. Let me go.” The more he fought, the tighter he was held. Despite his attempts, Marc was no match for the men intent on dragging him away. Through the haze of anger he saw two men pull Casey to his feet and resumed his struggles, but there was no freeing himself.

The adrenaline drained out of him, and, as his vision cleared, he recognized the two men holding Casey back as the two hired hands from the Del Rio Ranch. He turned his head to see who had him and met Rick’s gaze. A groan slithered from his throat as he looked on his other side and found Jason regarding him as if he was a snake about to strike.

“You can let me go now.” Marc tried to jerk his arms free.

“Sorry, boss man, can’t do that.” Rick’s grip tightened to the point Marc was sure he’d have bruises. On top of the ones he’d have from Casey.

“You’ll fucking pay for this.” Casey struggled against the two men holding him, blood flowing unimpeded from his nose.

Marc glanced at his hands and winced at the blood coating his split knuckles. With his quarry now out of his reach, he allowed Rick and Jason to lead him toward the exit. He couldn’t believe he’d been goaded into yet another fight. Though, if he was honest, he’d egged Casey on as well. Now he had to figure out how he was going to explain the night’s events to his boss, once word got around, and it would. That should be fun. Rick and Jason almost had him to the door when it opened and revealed the lean body of the sheriff blocking their escape.

My Review

I loved this story. It had everything you would want in it; suspense, action, tears, and of course a few hot scenes.

I immediately fell in love with the characters and really felt for them as they went through the ups and downs of trying to get their relationship sorted out.

I was highly suspicious of the two ranch owners and I wonder just how close their relationship actually was. Here’s hoping there’s a sequel in the future <hint hint Renee>

I would recommend having tissues nearby and be warned there will be times you want to wring the characters necks or bang their heads together.

A great read that really deserves the  five stars I have given it.

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Author Bio:

Renee Stevens first started writing in her teens but didn’t get serious about being an author until her mid-twenties. Since then she’s written a number of contemporary stories, as well as delved into the paranormal. When not writing, or spending time in the outdoors, Renee can usually be found working on GayAuthors.org in her capacity of Admin, Blog Coordinator, and Anthology Coordinator.

Renee resides in Wyoming with her wonderfully supportive husband and a menagerie of four-legged critters. Making the most of the nearly constant negative temperatures and mounds of snow, Renee spends much of the winter months in hibernation with her laptop, the voices in her head keeping her company while her husband works.

When she needs a break from writing, Renee takes to the sewing machine to design, and make, beautiful quilts. When the snow finally disappears, usually around May or June, Renee can be found in the great-outdoors. She spends her time on the mountain, at the lake, and just anywhere that she can do some camping, take some photos, and ride the four-wheelers with her hubby. Once back at home, it’s back to writing.

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Blog Tour – Serpent’s Kiss by Layla Dorine #Review #Excerpt

Serpent’s Kiss Blurb

While searching for their missing sibling, Zaiden and his sister, Kaandhal come across the last pure blooded psy-clairvoyant of their kind. Unfortunately for them, Darian has no idea what he truly is and isn’t much interested in learning, or in helping them locate their brother, Zxex.

A bounty hunter by trade, who’s been all but banished from his family due to his visions, Darian’s a bit cynical about his ability to be of any assistance to them. Never-the-less, Zaiden brings him back to their home Rhumba, where Darian discovers that very little is what it seems.

With plots unfolding all around them and discoveries about his own heritage leaving Darian reeling, he is left with the choice of whether to embrace who and what he is, or spend every moment with them a prisoner on the fringes of their society.

Add in a pesky little bond that only seems to grow the more time he and Zaiden spend together, and several factions looking to gain possession of him and Darian is left wondering if his visions just might be the least of his troubles.

Excerpt

It took him back to another time, to home, when he was still too young to fully understand just how differently he was being treated. In those days, when the flashes of the future he glimpsed showed moments of sadness, he did everything he could to cheer the other person up. When he caught glimpses of troubled times, he attempted to give warnings, going so far as to throw himself between his older brother and a heavy piece of iron seconds before it fell. His leg had been broken for his efforts, but it was better than the vision he’d received of his brother with a huge, bloody gash in his skull, twitching in the hallway.

Blinking back the memory, he drew away from her touch and its warmth. “It only seemed to scare them more,” he admitted.

“But that was no fault of yours,” Kaandhal insisted. “The fault lay with them. Everything you attempted to do was out of love for them, and they repaid that love with scorn and fear, pushing you aside for it. You did not deserve that. Now we are giving you a second chance, but this time, it is up to you to take it. You can hold on to the pain that you carry, you can continue to lash out at the world over the actions of a handful, or you can stand up and be a man and do what you were born to do.”

He was silent for a moment, studying her.

“And if I choose not to use my gifts?” he asked. “If I choose to keep burying them, then what? Your brother seems convinced that someone is going to come hunting me. I’ve got nowhere to go. Will you throw me out of here if I don’t do what you want?”

Tight lipped she shook her head, regarding him sadly. “No. This is your home for as long as you choose to live in it.”

The shock must have registered on his face because her expression changed. “I am so sorry that you’ve grown up to be so skeptical of people.”

“I…” he stammered, shocked at the honest emotion in her voice. “Thanks.”

She smiled then, a soft one, honest and kind. “I have faith in you, Darian. You are capable of great things and I know you will help us bring Zxex back home where he belongs.”

“I wish I was as sure of that as you are,” he admitted. “Kyle…Zxex and I had one hell of a falling out.”

“Might I ask what it was about?” she asked.

Another heavy sigh escaped him as he sank down on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands. “He saw me the same way that you do, but more than that, when I looked into his eyes I accidently saw the future, my future and how it related to him.” Darrell shook his head. “I couldn’t handle it, the trust, the expectation. You do know what I do for a living, right? Why there were guns all over my place?”

“Yes,” Kaandhal acknowledged. “You are a bounty hunter, or were, you will not need to make that kind of a living here.”

“And you know that I use my gifts to help me find the people I’m chasing,” he prompted. “That I dig around in the heads of their friends and family until I find the clues I need to locate them. Then I bring them in and I collect on their misfortune.”

“You regret it.”

“How can you tell?” he asked. “Reading my mind again?”

“No, it is in the sound of your voice and the sorrowful look in your eyes. It’s in the way you are curling in on yourself, as if you wish to hide. You do not have to be ashamed here either, Darian. None will hold your past against you. This is a clean slate. All you need to do is embrace it.

My Review

I loved this story, just as I love all stories by this great author. The emotion in every page took me on a roller-coaster ride. I was crying tears of sadness for a child losing his carefree childhood, then I was laughing at the reactions of the ‘snakepeople’ to bad language and a sassy attitude.

Darrell/Darian has been through a lot and I felt the character had done very well to have survived and to have actually been able to still trust when he needed to. I cried over how his parents and other family members treated him, and I laughed at Zaiden when he tried to get Darian to censor his language. I would be cussing up a storm too if I’d been through what he’d been through.

I do think that Zaiden and his father get off lightly. The father should have been punished for punishing Darian without even hearing both sides of the story. That was unforgivable, no matter how much he wanted to protect his son. No, I’m not giving details you’ll have to read it to see what I mean 😉

Zaiden should have been made to grovel a whole lot more than he had to when Darian found out how he’d manipulated him. Zaiden to me came across a bit stuck up and arrogant, and although he does lighten up I think he is too hard on Darian and pushes too hard and fast a lot of times, without even apologizing after.

The part that brought that home is when in the cells Darian reaches out for the first time and Zaiden pulls away. It would have taken a lot for Darian to do that he throws it back in his face saying essentially ‘now you know how it feels’ that is childish and someone should have smacked him upside the back of the head for treating his venerable bonded that way.

My favorite part is when Darian is talking to the king in the presence of the Doc.

“Like I just got my ass kicked,” Darian grumbled forgetting to watch his language.

“I will forgive your words, this time,” [Doc] remarked. “But mind your tongue in the presence of the king.”

Snorting, the king regarded Darian kindly. “Bullshit, these ears have heard far worse…

This is the part when I decide I really like the king.

I would highly recommend this book and would really recommend you have a box of tissues nearby. Five stars.

Book Trailer

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UK Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06Y2RM5J3/

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JP Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B06Y2RM5J3/

CA Amazon: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06Y2RM5J3/

 

About the Author

LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums, historic, and haunted places.

Layla got hooked on writing as a child, starting with poetry and then branching out, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.

Layla Dorine can be found at:

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Release Day Blitz – Serpent’s Kiss by Layla Dorine #Excerpt

Serpent’s Kiss Blurb

While searching for their missing sibling, Zaiden and his sister, Kaandhal come across the last pure blooded psy-clairvoyant of their kind. Unfortunately for them, Darian has no idea what he truly is and isn’t much interested in learning, or in helping them locate their brother, Zxex.

A bounty hunter by trade, who’s been all but banished from his family due to his visions, Darian’s a bit cynical about his ability to be of any assistance to them. Never-the-less, Zaiden brings him back to their home Rhumba, where Darian discovers that very little is what it seems.

With plots unfolding all around them and discoveries about his own heritage leaving Darian reeling, he is left with the choice of whether to embrace who and what he is, or spend every moment with them a prisoner on the fringes of their society.

Add in a pesky little bond that only seems to grow the more time he and Zaiden spend together, and several factions looking to gain possession of him and Darian is left wondering if his visions just might be the least of his troubles.

Book Trailer

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Excerpt

He caught sight of his mismatched eyes in the mirror as he headed to the living room, desperate to put the day behind him. As always, seeing those eyes reminded him of how defective he really was, and not just on the outside, but the inside too. His green eye was blind, save for those moments when it decided to peer into the soul of another and bring their future or past roaring like a waterfall of images through his mind.

The twisted part of him, the cold, sick, sadistic nature that set him apart as much as his stare, loved when those images spelled out pain, misfortune, and death, death was a high that left him without the need for drugs or the bottle gods. What kind of monster fed off the hurt of others the way vampires fed off blood, hell, he was worse than any bloodsucker, at least they spared their victims pain when they could, left them with pleasant, sometimes even erotic memories and licked the wound closed to hide where it had been. Him, he just busted lives open wide, sucking in all that delicious fear, doubt, paranoia, oh god but he loved when he got the paranoid ones, he’d fuck with them for days before allowing the visions to play out the way they were supposed to. Drop them a little hint here, a little clue there, let them know disaster was breathing down their necks and watch as they scrambled to do everything in their power to avoid it. Only there was never anything that they could do.

He was caught between self-loathing and longing for just the right kind of paranoid son of a bitch that might help him forget this day when his eyes landed on his couch. Sitting where he’d planned to drop his ass and rest was a woman with blood diamond scales running down her arms and the brightest ruby eyes he’d ever seen. Crimson lips parted to reveal a pair of brilliant white fangs and her hair was the color of sunsets, all red and orange hues spilling down her back. A pattern of scales ran up her forehead like a widow’s peak, and covered her cheekbones. Her ears were mere slits set against the silver and red prismatic colors and when she turned, he was sure he heard rattling and looked down to see a snake’s tail coiled on his plush leather cushions.

“What. The. Fuck,” he stammered, wishing he hadn’t taken off his gun.

She hissed, like lips peeled back, forked tongue darting out and flickering in his direction kind of hiss and he shrank back, ‘cause however messed up he was, she was way on the other side of normal.

“Your crass words are offensive to my ears,” she seethed, coils uncoiling and snaking toward him.

He took another step back, ‘til the backs of his legs hit the front of a chair and he dropped his ass in the lumpy thing.

“Apologize,” she ordered.

He opened his mouth to tell her to go to hell, but all that came out was a choked wheeze as something squeezed his throat so hard he was seeing red spots and haze.

“You were told to apologize,” a deeper, harsher voice ordered, and Darrell forced himself to focus, to grasp the coils around his neck and pull at the thick weight of them enough to catch a gasp of air.

“Fuck. You!” he gasped, then wished like hell he hadn’t said that because the crushing weight constricted more and no amount of clawing at it could buy him a single gulp of air. The haze grew, his vision beginning to go dark when at last the coils let up and he slumped backwards without them to hold him up. At least the chair caught him; he gave thanks for it while he sucked in as much air as he could, despite the soreness of his throat and the throbbing pain in his head.

“I would not suggest taking that tone with me again, or using that kind of language,” the female…thing said, and Darrell tried to focus on her again, while keeping his eye on the big piebald colored snakeman coiled inches to his left.

“I have a name, and it is not ‘thing’,” she informed him sternly.

“You…you’re reading my mind,” he choked out.

“Not that it is very difficult, but yes,” she informed him.

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CA Amazon: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06Y2RM5J3/

About the Author

LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums, historic, and haunted places.

Layla got hooked on writing as a child, starting with poetry and then branching out, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.

Layla Dorine can be found at:

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Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/layladorine/

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Wednesday Briefs – Chapter 51

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Welcome to another Wednesday Briefs. All comments are welcomed and please check out the other authors at the end of this post.

Prompt used:

“You make me tingle every time you look at me.”


Chapter 51

Daniel

“We’re what?” Daniel exclaimed as Silas just sat on the bed grinning.

“We’re going to the movies tonight. Our masters are paying and we’re meeting Toby and Tara there too.”

“Bro, look at me.” Daniel gestured to his face. He knew he had two black eyes and his bottom lip had a painful scab. The rest of his body wasn’t much better off and he had to wear long sleeves to cover the marks left by the cuffs. “I still look like I’ve gone ten rounds in the boxing ring…and lost!

Master Carlos isn’t going to want to be seen with me looking like this. I mean I wasn’t that good looking to begin with. Now? I must look a right sight. What master is going to want a boy that looks like me?”

Daniel could feel the telltale prickling in his eyes and squeezed them shut against the threatening tears.

“Me!”

Daniel jumped at the loud statement, and spun to find himself face to chest with Carlos. Two strong hands landed on his shoulders holding him close.

He felt Carlos bend close and his warm breath tickled Daniel’s ear as he spoke.

“You are as stunning now as you were when I first set eyes on you, spread out on the couch, recovering from taking a whipping.

“I want you even more now than I did then. The more I’ve found out about you, the more beautiful I’ve found you to be.”

By the time Carlos had finished speaking Daniel had relaxed completely into the strong chest under his cheek.

Carlos

Grinned at the top of Daniel’s head as his boy slowly went pliant in his arms. He nodded briefly at Silas as the other boy slipped out, no doubt going to look for Oliver. The boy was in for a surprise when he realized Oliver was just outside waiting for him.

“So, what is this nonsense about how you look and me not wanting you?” Carlos kept his voice light, but he still felt Daniel stiffen in his arms. Scanning the room, he decided on the best option and maneuvered them carefully nearer to the bed. As soon as he was within reach he sat and pulled his boy into his lap. He was damn sure they wouldn’t leave the room until his boy knew who wanted him and who he belonged to.

He was so busy trying to think of what to say that he almost missed Daniel’s whisper.

“It was only supposed to be temporary.”

“What was, boy?”

“Our contract. It was only supposed to be temporary. Just while Toby was trying to find the psycho that was going after the subs.”

“Do you want our contract to end now?” Carlos held his breath as he waited for Daniel’s reply. This reply would tell him how much work he had ahead of him to win and keep his boy.

“You make me tingle every time you look at me.”

Carlos frowned. As wonderful as the compliment was it didn’t answer his question. He was about to speak when Daniel continued.

“You were the first man to give me a choice. You were my first kiss and my you done more for my confidence in the last few weeks than therapy has in the last year. If you’ll have me I would like to see where we can go from here.”

Carlos held in a yell of triumph for fear of startling Daniel, but he knew exactly how to answer his boy’s beautiful speech. He tipped Daniel’s head up so their eyes met and moved slowly, giving Daniel the chance to move if he wanted to. A sigh ghosted over his lips as the met in the tenderest kiss he’d ever shared with another person.

This was exactly where his boy needed to be and this is exactly where his boy was going to stay.


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Blog Tour – Touches by Alina Popescu #Excerpt #Giveaway #Review

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Touches is a collection of four contemporary gay romance short stories following the same cast of characters. They can be read in any order, but to better immerse yourself in the characters’ lives, reading them in order is advised.

Synopsis

Sometimes a single touch is enough to change everything. Physical or emotional, a touch can tilt the world on its axis and shift your entire life. It can lead to hell, or it can lead to paradise, but things will never be the same…

A TOUCH OF GLAMOUR
Tudor has big plans for New York City.
Ditch his homophobic colleague. See a musical. Definitely check out the go-go boys.
Meeting one Phantom on Grindr wasn’t in the script.
Tudor gets caught up in a whirlwind when his favorite musical character steps off the stage and into his life.

A TOUCH OF PARADISE
Hauled to work in Hawaii, Tudor has little time to enjoy the island paradise.
His obnoxious friend Radu has it much easier, using his free time to set Tudor up, dangling a willing Hawaiian beauty in front of him.
Having been burned by long-distance relationships before, Tudor stubbornly resists Kahoni’s advances.
But can Tudor be worn down enough to enjoy a touch of paradise?

A TOUCH OF KINK
A moody and angry Tudor follows his friend, Radu, to the airport to pick up a client.
Despite Radu’s efforts, he’s still sulking over his boyfriend, Kahoni, not being able to fly over for his birthday.
But the airport only opens up the door to a stream of steamy surprises for Tudor. Will his mood improve?

A TOUCH OF GAY
Radu has always joked with Tudor about his friend’s gay rubbing off on him. Neither of them has taken that joke seriously until Radu’s meltdown and crazy confession: Radu thinks he might be gay.
Despite Radu’s insistence that Tudor’s gayness has helped him figure out his own, there’s more to that story of discovery. Charismatic, sexy, and all around amazing Marius, the man Radu has been crushing on for months, pushed the loud-mouth, offensive Radu into exploring who he truly is.
Figuring out he wasn’t all that straight is the easy part. Getting enough courage to talk to Marius, that’s a whole different challenge, as Radu seems to turn into a stuttering idiot around Marius. Will Radu learn to be confident enough to pursue Marius? Or will Marius act faster and challenge the confused Radu too soon?

Touches by Alina Popescu

Excerpt – A Touch of Kink

“Hey, go stand on that side,” Radu said, pointing to the far right exit. “We can’t afford to lose the guy in the crowd.”

“I don’t know what he looks like, dimwit.”

“Fat, bright red hair, and failed hipster beard. Should stand out quite a bit.”

As people started pouring through the gates, directed by the steel handles, Tudor focused intently on everyone coming toward him. No one even remotely redheaded was in sight. Maybe the dude had a lot of luggage and would be late. Just when he thought he’d spotted his guy, strong arms grabbed his waist and someone rested their chin on his shoulder. His first instinct was to drive his elbow back into the aggressor’s chest, but a familiar scent stopped him even before he fully recognized it.

“Hello, gorgeous. Waiting for someone? Or can I pick you up and have my way with you tonight?”

“Kahoni,” Tudor whispered, feeling a little weak in the knees. “You bastard!” There was no strength behind his accusation, although Tudor tried his best to sound upset. He was too relieved Kahoni was there.

When Kahoni loosened his hold, Tudor quickly turned and pulled him into a big, strong hug. “I’m so glad to see you!”

“I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to surprise you. But it’s fucking hard when you keep asking a million questions.”

“Not my fault you couldn’t come up with a believable story,” Tudor muttered, his face buried into Kahoni’s neck. He could feel the other man’s laugh through the contact with his lips, and a new wave of relief washed through Tudor as he sank deeper into the hug and the familiar scent that always drove him wild.

“I know. I suck at lying. I couldn’t bring myself to use any of my aunts’ names. It felt like going too far.”

“Good to know.”

“Okay, lovebirds. Time to go. This is still Romania, and I don’t want to deal with any nasty comments right now.”

“You mean like the ones you typically make?” Tudor asked, arching an eyebrow at Radu.

“Mine come from a place of love, fucktard. Besides, Kahoni hasn’t been here long enough for me to be sure you wouldn’t beat the hell out of anyone who even looked funny at you.”

My Review

I loved this series. I loved the characters, the storylines, and the settings.

First,  Vincent from the first book? Him i would quite happily punch. I have no time for people who can’t even work equally to make a relationship work.

i really wanted to punch Radu in the first book. But, by the second and third i was changing my mind and actually started to like him.

Of course, by the fourth i was ready to fall about laughing. All those comments and jabs and now he was begging for help from his friends.

A highly recommended series from a great writer.

Five stars *****

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About the author

Alina PopescuWriter, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

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Wednesday Briefs – Chapter 50

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Prompt used:

He slid his hand closer and closer to


Chapter 50

Toby

Toby staggered into the kitchen and pulled up sharply at the sight that met him.

Tara—Mistress Tara—was standing at his stove, frying something that had Toby’s stomach perking up and paying attention.

Another part of him was coming to attention at the view, though, and he wished was wearing something more substantial than his ratty, old, loose sleep pants.

Tara looked edible in low riding jeans and a tight top that looked as though it was painted on.

He must have made some sort of noise as she spun around with a hand to her chest.

A warmth he couldn’t—or didn’t want to—explain curled through him when she spotted him and her eyes lit up.

“You’re up,” She exclaimed moving around the kitchen island. “I was going to bring a tray up to you, but seeing as you’re down take a seat, the food nearly ready.”

Toby moved to a stool and watched as she returned to the stove and started plating food. A heaped plate was soon slid in front of him, with the command to, eat it all or else.

He worked his way through the mountain of food and nodded to Tara as she rambled on about her childhood spent with Oliver and Carlos, and the crazy things they got up to together.

When he finally pushed his empty plate back with a contented sigh, he had to admit he felt better than he had in ages. His head was clear and alert, and the headache he’d woken up with had backed off to a dull throb.

He startled as Tara’s hand appeared in front of his face waving some pain pills. “Take these.”

He rolled his eyes at the command and did as he was told. “You know, I’m not a child, right?” he pouted.

She just laughed and took the plates to the sink.

“So, what you got planned for the rest of today?” She washed the dishes as she spoke and Toby moved to grabbed a dish cloth to dry them.

The repetitive motion helped to center his thoughts. A glance at the clock told him it was already gone midday, he’d slept longer than he’d realized. “I really want to called my brothers. But, I don’t know if, for one, they’ll speak to me, or two, if they’re even awake yet. They weren’t badly hurt, but I’m sure the painkiller we were given would have knocked them out, just like they did me.”

“Why don’t you call Oliver and Carlos?” Tara passed him another plate.

“Yeah! Right! I really want to call one of the men who have placed themselves as my brothers’ protectors. They probably want to kill me for letting this happen. If I hadn’t been shouting at Danny—which I know he hates—he wouldn’t have run. Harold wouldn’t have got to him. And he wouldn’t have gotten hurt—again.”

Suddenly his breath whoosh out of him and he found himself backed against the nearest wall.

“You are not to blame for this mess. Could you have done things different? Of course. Could Harold have got the drop on Daniel—or even Silas—some other time of place? Yes. The only ones to blame are the two bastards now languishing in hell.”

Toby stared at her, wide eyed in shock. She let out a huff and then crashed her lips down on his.

The kiss was hard, teeth clashing and biting. All the frustration, the worry, the anger was pushed into that kiss. Toby felt nails biting into his bare sides, hard enough he was going to be sporting scratches. He wrapped his arms around her and slid his hand closer and closer to….


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