Sunday, December 3, 2017
Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Last Call by Christina Lee & Felice Stevens
Title: Last Call
Authors: Christina Lee & Felice Stevens
Genre: M/M/M Romance
Release Date: November 29, 2017
Summary:Quinn Monahan and Grayson Page have been friends since high school. Despite their differences, they’ve been there for each other through thick and thin. Opening Last Call together, a bar tucked away in the small town of Heartsville, PA seemed a natural progression—even if it makes it harder to live with the secret longing they’ve always had for each other.
Hoping to score an easy buck and a place to sleep, unemployed circus roadie Emery Woods chooses Last Call to run a few bets and enjoy a decent beer before moving on. When he finds himself stranded, the unexpected kindness Quinn and Gray show him leads to temporary work and a couch to lay his head. Sensing unresolved history between Quinn and Gray, he squashes his immediate draw to the men, opting to avoid trouble. But as days turn into weeks, denying the attraction is easier said than done.
When the men finally give in to the simmering sexual tension, it quickly develops into more than a way to pass the lonely nights. And as they begin to lean on each other for emotional support, it becomes nearly impossible to think of one man without the other two. But while Quinn and Gray are afraid to cross the line of friendship between them, Emery fears once they do, he’ll quickly be cast aside. A real family is finally within their grasp, but unless the men can learn to trust each other, they just might miss their hearts’ last call home.
A hand touched my back and Emery kissed my neck, then sucked my earlobe into his mouth. I could feel the push of his cock, and I became a trembling mass of sensation, each stroke ramping up my desire.
“The truck is still in the driveway, full of liquor.” Emery panted against my ear.
“Fuck the liquor.” Who could think when Emery’s lips trailed hot kisses down my neck?
“I’d rather fuck you.”
Mother, wife, reader, dreamer. Christina lives in the Midwest with her husband and son--her two favorite guys. She's addicted to lip balm, coffee, and kissing. Because everything is better with kissing.
She writes MM Contemporary as well as Adult and New Adult Romance. She believes in happily-ever-afters for all, so reading and writing romance for everybody under the rainbow helps quench her soul.
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn't until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth's court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.
But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.
Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
Christina Lee
EMAIL: christinalee04@gmail.com
Felice Stevens
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EMAIL: felice@felicestevens.com
Pre-Order Blitz: Company Ink by Kat Colburn
Title: Company Ink
Author: Kat Colburn
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 7, 2017
Summary:Dani Wallace reads to escape. She reads to escape from a job she hates and a life that no longer feels like her own. With her sharp wit, foul-mouth, and honest opinions, she doesn’t fit in at SOAR Technologies.
Dan Kelly reads to distract himself. The new smoking hot vice president at SOAR is tired of the paperwork and bored with the countless women he takes to bed. But mostly he reads to distract himself from his secret.
When they’re forced to work together, both of their lives will change. They’ll clash. Sparks will fly. And their lives will begin to feel like a romantic comedy.
He stands too close… she forgets how to type.
She challenges him… he imagines the things that smart mouth could do to him.
They become friends… and yet they both want him to bend her over a desk.
Their lives may feel like a romance novel but when company policies come into play and secrets are revealed, can their friendship survive? And more importantly, can there be a happy ending for the girl who no longer believes in them?
“Cross my heart.” I close the distance between us and place my unused chips in his hand. “Now that we’re friends again,” he says softly, “I have wanted to tell you all night that I love this dress on you.”
It is a simple thing to say. It’s given a little more impact by the deep tenor of his voice and the fact that it is coming from a man who could read a menu and make it sound like the Magna Carta with the intensity of his presence. And it’s taken to a whole new level when two fingers gently lift my chin. His touch brief but steeped in meaning.
These are the moments when I think we could be more than friends, and I think he feels the same. This feels so real, it can’t be him being a playboy.
“I should go,” he says.
“Ok, goodnight,” I say, but neither of us moves to open the door. As soon as I close my bedroom door this moment will be gone, like all the other times it has disappeared. I can’t quite pull the door closed yet.
Tonight, in one final act of bravery before I put the delusion of Dan and I to rest, I put myself out there, one final time.
“Can you unzip me?” I ask, and I try to pack enough breathiness into the question to make my intentions known. I turn to reveal my bare back and where my zipper starts low on the small of my back.
I feel him hesitate. He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t make a sound, and maybe this was a huge mistake. And then I feel his rough hands on the small of my back as he tries to find the hidden zipper. And is it my imagination or are his hands shaking? The zipper catches a bit as it makes its slow torturous way down, past the freckle near my spine, lower toward where my hips begin to spread, where if he keeps going he will reveal the black lace thong I wore tonight. That is if he steps up to the challenge and keeps going.
I am painfully aware of every second, every pulse, before the moment of truth. The zipper catches again right at the base of my spine, as if fate is saying this is a mistake, we shouldn’t keep going. Maybe I should listen to fate, but my heart beating out a steady tattoo against my ribcage says otherwise. Dan doesn’t listen to fate either his fingers keep going, one hand tugging on the zipper the other tracing the line of my spine until there is no more spine, no more zipper and I can tell by the catch of his breath that my choice of undergarments has been revealed.
The air is so still that I’m not sure if either of us is breathing. He hasn’t made a sound this entire time and I can’t see his face to know what he is thinking. There is still time, I could still pull this back and pretend it was just a favor from a friend. His fingers move again, no longer on the zipper, his index finger slips underneath the edge of the lace and against my skin.
He tugs. The lace gives and snaps back into place. It gives me enough courage to look over my shoulder and meet his eyes.
These are the moments when I think we could be more than friends, and I think he feels the same. This feels so real, it can’t be him being a playboy.
“I should go,” he says.
Tonight, in one final act of bravery before I put the delusion of Dan and I to rest, I put myself out there, one final time.
“Can you unzip me?” I ask, and I try to pack enough breathiness into the question to make my intentions known. I turn to reveal my bare back and where my zipper starts low on the small of my back.
He tugs. The lace gives and snaps back into place. It gives me enough courage to look over my shoulder and meet his eyes.
Kat Colburn has always made up stories, but she just recently started writing them down. She believes in the magic of a good book and the power of the right story to find you when you need it most.
When she’s not creating stories with strong kick-ass heroines she spends her time wrangling fuzzy rescue creatures to take their medicine, reading, and discovering new trails to hike.
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