Sunday, October 19, 2014

New Release - MISSING BUT NOT DEAD - M/M contemporary adult



MISSING, BUT NOT DEAD
Christiane France
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2051-Missing-But-Not-Dead.aspx

Blurb:

When Greg Stewartson, ex-cop, private investigator, and half-owner of Amethyst Cove Security & Investigations, meets Ash Tyler, a handsome and very sexy nurse, their mutual attraction turns Greg’s world upside down. Greg would love to just concentrate on their budding romance. But he also wants to help Ash find his biological family—the one Ash says he had before he was taken into care, adopted and moved from California to Michigan more than twenty years ago. Although if they were Ash’s real family what made them vanish almost as effectively as if they’d never existed in the first place?

 

Excerpt:

We’d reached the giant pile of rocks marking the southern end of the beach. Over time, the rocks had settled into a haphazard collection of nooks and crannies. I found a spot that had room for two and was high enough we wouldn’t get wet if we’d misjudged the time of the next incoming tide. I beckoned for Ash to follow. The rocks were still warm from the sun and I could hear soft music playing somewhere nearby. I leaned back and closed my eyes.  “This feels like heaven.”

          Ash sat beside me and placed a hand on my stomach, then he leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. “And how’s this?”

          “Fantastic.” Between the music and the murmur of voices I knew there were other people enjoying the night the same way we were. This was what passed for Lovers Lane here in the Cove. It was where the kids came along with anyone else who was concerned with keeping their private affairs private. And if there were those who wanted to play peeping tom, too bad. It was now too dark for them to see much if anything. I cupped Ash’s face in my hands and deepened the kiss.

          He moved his hand lower and as he touched my shaft I felt it swell and lengthen. I pulled back a little and sighed with pleasure. “That feels amazing. Just don’t stop.”

          He unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. I eased my legs apart to give him access, but his cold hand came as a surprise and I tensed.

          “Relax, babe.”

          I sucked in a breath. “Your hand is like ice.”

          “That’s okay. It adds a little extra thrill.”

          “You think?” Actually it did. His cool fingers on my hot flesh felt a tad kinky, and I decided I liked the feeling. Then his mouth replaced his hand and it took every bit of my self-control not to lose it then and there.

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Sunday, October 5, 2014


New!

YOUR HEART, MY HOME
Sensuously Erotic Urban Fantasy Romance
Music And Press
ISBN: 978-1-941321-22-5
Word Count: 53.9K
$3.99


They were deadly enemies, until a greater threat made them unwilling allies...and lovers.

Sherandar is the most cunning adversary Quazar has ever faced. He never knows when or where his worst nightmare will strike, but when she does, it's with the single-minded purpose to taunt him. Ridicule him. And to make his life a living hell. Regular cuffs and jail cells can't hold her, yet somehow, someway, Quazar has to bring her reign to a screeching halt.

But when a new enemy makes himself known, and tries to kill both Quazar and Sherandar, the two combatants realize the only way to defeat this deadly threat is to call a temporary truce and join forces.

It isn't until she lies broken, bloodied, and dying in his arms that Quazar realizes she has become more to him than his temporary ally. He has fallen in love with her.

Warning! Contains deadly necklaces, delectable desserts, a skintight costume, an antique stove, dining table sex, and a bored megalomaniac who has no qualms about killing because he just wants to watch the world burn.

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Saturday, October 4, 2014

The Ghost Wore Denim by KC Kendricks & Christiane France



The Ghost Wore Denim
Gay romance with a paranormal twist
Available now at Amber Quill Press

Michael Brooks had it all mapped out. The market was ripe for him to flip a few houses to supplement his income as an untenured professor at the local college. His plan took a detour when he found a two-story Colonial perfect for a Bed & Breakfast – with a ghost who wears denim.

Deputy Colin Jefferson is a hometown boy who made good. As a member of the local police force he serves the community he loves. He’s heard stories about the Taylor Mansion ghost all his life. Maybe he’s even seen it a time or two, if he believed in that sort of thing.

And Colin has to believe when the ghost pays a visit and Michael asks for his help

EXCERPT:

I hustled down the stairs and flung the front door open to find Colin on the step, presumably about to knock
He grinned. “Going somewhere?”
Jesus, he looked so smoking hot my knees went weak with lust.  “Um…Yes. No. What are you doing here? I was just about to get my phone and call you.”
His left eyebrow drifted up as a smile teased the corner of his mouth.
God, his mouth. I wanted to kiss his mouth and nibble his lips until he moaned.
“I thought I’d stop in and see how the move was coming along.”
“It’s done. My helpers are gone, and I’m all in.” I licked my lips. “I even have the bed made.”
“That so?” He regarded me through sexy, half-closed eyes as he reached out and rubbed the pad of his thumb along my lower lip. “It just so happens I’m on a lunch break. Think we should test it out? I wouldn’t want it collapsing on you unexpectedly. You could get injured…”
My heart stuttered then began to beat faster. “Maybe even badly?”
“It’s very possible. And we wouldn’t want that to happen now would we?”
I looked at his bulging zipper. “No, we wouldn’t.” My tired feeling vanished and I chuckled. “If you can spare the time, then that would be most appreciated, kind sir.”
“My pleasure.” Colin backed me inside the house and used his foot to close the door. “Consider it a housewarming gift.”
“Oh, no. I want a real present. You need to bring a good bottle of wine so we can sit out back on the patio and watch the sunset.”
I hopped up a few stairs as he carefully stalked me. The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the front of my pants. There was no way to hide a hard-on wearing these jeans.
“You want a lot, don’t you?”
I went up a few more stairs, my gaze locked with his. “Is this the pot calling the kettle black?”
“Is it?”
I reached the second floor and made a dash for the bedroom. He followed hot on my heels. I stepped aside and closed the door behind him. “For a busy deputy, how much time is allotted for a lunch break?”
He unbuckled his gun belt and carefully laid his weapon aside. “About enough for a really good hand job.”
“Perfect!” I kicked off my sneakers and unzipped my jeans at the same time. He grabbed the bedspread and flipped it down. I knelt on the sheet then fell over to the pillows. Colin joined me there. I cupped the back of his head and kissed him.
Colin met me in the kiss even as his fingers wrapped around my cock. I flattened my palm against his belly and slid my hand down to his erection and stroked, matching the movements of his hand.
I knew this motion well. What man doesn’t? But it was sweeter when it done by a strange hand. He whispered to me to go faster.


The Ghost Wore Denim
Gay romance with a paranormal twist
Available now at Amber Quill Press