Book Blast: Born to be Wild by AL Simpson

Title: Born to be Wild

Author: AL Simpson

Series: Born #4

Genre: M/M Romance

Release Date: July 25, 2018

Cover Artist: Susan Horsnell

Summary:
Strong-willed.

Defiant.

Wild – Liam was born that way.

He's running from his past when he meets Jake, the owner of a gay club where beautiful men earn money by pole dancing.

Liam has nowhere to go so, what has he got to lose by taking up Jake's offer to dance. With somewhere to live, money and new friends, his life appears to have taken a turn for the best.

So, what sends Liam plunging into darkness once again?

Can Jake bring him back into the light, this time for good?

***Can be read as a standalone story***

Present Day
LIAM

The lights of the club dimmed. A spotlight appeared over center stage and a voice boomed over the loudspeakers.

“And, now please welcome the main attraction of the Velvet Post. Our very own Devil in disguise – Lee!”

Chatter ceased. Not a sound filtered through from the main area of the club where I waited beneath the stage. You could have heard a pin drop.

I gripped the pole, propelled myself almost to the top and wrapped one leg securely around the shimmering post, resting my other booted foot against my knee.

“Ready?” Pedro asked.

I nodded. Music thundered as the platform I was on began to rise. I didn’t need to glance up to know thick smoke billowed above me. I would emerge from it like I had done every night for the past three years.

I waited until my torso had cleared the floor of the stage and pressed a small button on the edge of my wings. The enormous wings eased open and scattered red lights flashed amongst the black feathers. The platform continued to rise and gripping the pole with my right arm and foot, I stretched out my left leg and arm until I was in a spread-eagled position. The smoke thinned and wafted away as the platform clicked and locked into place at stage level.

Men whistled and surged forward as I twisted erotically and slowly slid from the pole. The club was packed; I would make good money tonight.

Author Bio:
I live in sunny Queensland, Australia and retired after 37 years of Nursing.

My husband of 44 years, together with our elderly Jack Russell Terrier and extremely opinionated 26-year-old Cockatiel, enjoy exploring the country with our caravan.

When we are at home, we spend our time renovating our home.

I write a variety of stories including Male/Male, Menage and Shapeshifter.

Each book has a strong focus on story line with romantic interest building throughout.

I explore real life issues from kids on the streets to motorcycle war and put my own twist on each one.

I hope you take the opportunity to check out my offerings.

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Book Blast: Broken Bastard by AL Simpson

Title: Broken Bastard

Author: AL Simpson

Series: Broken #1

Genre: M/M Adult Romance

Release Date: February 26, 2017

Cover Artist: Susan Horsnell

Summary:
Present Day

My name is Tyler Maxwell Alexander.
I'm twenty-eight years old.
A few months ago, I had it all.

An executive job in a prestigious investment firm owned by my father. Ha! Yeah, right - father. I'll explain about that later.

I lived in a waterfront apartment overlooking the harbor and drove a Mercedes convertible.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.
All of it.

Everything, except the f***ing clothes on my back.
I was broken.
A bastard.

Did I mention, I'm gay?
No? Oh well, I have now.

This is the story of how my fairytale life turned to s**t in the blink of an eye….

I spend the rest of the afternoon working on the Murphy account. A couple in their mid-fifties, like my dad, who want to earn a little extra money to help make their retirement a comfortable one. They want a third of their funds in safe investments, forty percent in low risk and the last thirty percent in high risk.

Maxine and Thomas Murphy are a nice couple and I enjoy our chats when they come to my office. They are the typical mom and dad investors our firm caters to and have one hundred and twenty thousand dollars to invest. Not much to a business like ours. It's five in the evening when I close the file, satisfied I have placed their money wisely.

My phone buzzes and I smile as the message flashes on the screen. It's Ryan. "Good for tonight? 6pm at Riccardo's?"

I text back, "yes" before pushing the chair back and standing. The files, previously scattered all over my desk, are placed back in their folders in a walnut cabinet by the wall. I check nothing is left out before turning the key in the lock to secure them for the night. That's something else that pisses me off - dad will only allow old fashioned hardcopy files. He doesn't know, that against his instructions, I also have them on my computer. I swear to fucking God, my father and brother are dinosaurs.

I leave my office and am halfway down the hallway to the elevator when dad calls from behind. I groan, wondering what he'll want now. Turning around, I wait for him to approach.

"Dad?"

"Where are you going?"

"Out for a drink with a friend." Not that it's any of your fucking business.

He raises an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?"

Yeah, nope, he doesn't know I'm gay. None of my family are privy to that tidbit of information. While mom and my brother would not take it well, dad would fucking lose it. He's by far the worst bigot I know. I can see it now, the explosion of his temper would catapult us into the fucking stratosphere. Nope, definitely not going to give him that piece of information anytime soon, if ever.

"No, friend from school. Why?"

Dad shoves his hands in the pockets of his Guccipants and lowers his eyes to the floor.

I follow his line of sight wondering what is suddenly so interesting down there. His feet shuffle about and I wonder what he is so nervous about.

"Dad?"

He lifts his eyes to mine and licks his lips. Hmmm, definitely nervous.

"Samuel didn't get the account."

"I could say, I told you so." I'm a smug sonofabitch. He's taught me some things well.

"Yeah, well there's more." Dad swallows so hard, his Adam's apple moves from the bottom of his throat to the top at the speed of an express elevator. "Pope wants to leave four hundred thousand with us, like he told you, for high risk investment. The rest he is taking from us. He will only stay if you handle his account."

"Why me? You said yourself, Samuel would do a better job." I can't resist throwing his earlier sarcastic words back in his face.

"He said he'll go high risk and pay our thirty percent only with you because you've never let him down. He only trusts you."

I lean against the wall, cross one leg over the other and fold my arms over my chest. "You said the account was no longer mine so I'm focusing on other clients now." I'm enjoying doing this to the fucker, making him sweat. As an executive of the company, I can accept or refuse any account as I see fit. Dad knows this and he also knows, he's rubbed me the wrong way.

Author Bio:
I write Hot Contemporary Romance, M/M, Menage, BDSM and Shapeshifter under my pen name - A.L. Simpson.

I have panty melting m/f romance and c*** hardening m/m romance where they always experience adversity but eventually find their way to each other.

The lovin' is HOT and not for the faint hearted. I have a story where the men's coming together in Greece is actually true but we threw in some gun running, murder and drugs to make things a whole lot more interesting. (Destined to Shatter)

In my menage, a m/m/f the heroine refused to stay around so she dies a gut wrenching death leaving the men to cope with a new-born babe. Life got a whole lot more interesting for them. (Diamond Rainbow.)

My shapeshifter takes the form of an Eagle and is out to save the heroine from a drug cartel deep in the forest of South America. (When Eagles Soar)
The Born Series covers social issues and what it's like to be raised in an unsavory area. I explore the mindset of never being good enough.

The Broken Series has Broken Bastard out and Broken Bitch. These books are about people who are pushed until they break. Book 1 is a m/m. Book 2 is  MC.

Other books on offer have a mistreated, disfigured heroine, a strange cult, a disabled friend and so much more.

I hope you take the opportunity to check out my offerings.

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Promo Tour: Once Upon a Time . . . by AL Simpson

Title: Once Upon a Time . . .

Author: AL Simpson

Genre: New Adult, Military Romance

Release Date: March 24, 2018

Summary:

A high school graduate.

A Special Forces Operative.

Friends their whole lives.

Or, were they?

PIPER

Once upon a time…… 

It’s how every fairy-tale begins or, almost every fairy-tale.

My tale begins on the night of my prom, but would I capture my prince? 

Would I have the happily ever after?

Chapter One

PIPER 

Once upon a time…… 

It’s how every fairy-tale begins or, almost every fairy-tale.

My tale begins on the night of my prom, but would I capture my prince? 

Would I have the happily ever after?

*****

Everyone expected us to attend my prom together. As a couple. Dalton and I have shared everything in our lives. The good times and the bad—the cuts, scrapes, bruises and broken hearts. Throughout everything, we’ve been there for each other. But no, we are not attending the prom as a couple. We will be there, hand in hand, as best friends. 

We’ve known each other since I was born – Dalton was four years old. Our parents are best friends, both of our fathers serve in the Navy and have been posted to the same places together. So, we’ve always been neighbors. Dalton and his older brother, Mitchell, my protectors. Where Mitchell is my knight in shining armor, Dalton is my prince.

I can’t wait to see him. Much to our father’s dismay, Dalton joined the Army – Special Forces and has been posted out of Fort Bragg for the past three years. It’s been almost a year since he was last home. He promised to take leave for my prom and he kept his word, like he always does. He flew in late last night. 

Turning to the mirror, I check myself one final time. My gorgeous dress was carefully selected because the deep blue matches my eyes. The strapless bodice is lacy and dotted with sequins. The plain silk skirt flares ever so slightly over my hips and falls to my knees. My stiletto-heeled shoes afford me some much-needed height and I pray I can manage to stay upright in the damn things. My cornsilk blonde hair is swept up at the sides with sparkly clips while tendrils of loose curls have been left to dance over my face. 

I twist from one side to the other in an effort to capture every angle. Does my ass look enormous? Why don’t I have more than bee stings for breasts? I sigh deeply. There is nothing more I can do; Dalton will be here in ten minutes. There is no time to change into anything else. Not to mention, I have nothing else suitable. 

My mother’s voice floats up the stairs. “Piper, Dalton has arrived.” 

“Coming.” I swipe on a final lick of lipstick, gather a wrap in case it becomes cool and leave my room. My descent down the stairs is calculated and slow. The last thing I need is to faceplant at Dalton’s feet. 

Dalton whistles and I feel my face heat. He’s never seen me dressed so formally before, I was ill on the day of his prom and like the good friend he is, he’d refused to attend without me. On occasion, I’ve worn dresses, but mostly jeans and a shirt fit the bill. I guess you would say I’m a tomboy. 

My date offers his hand as I reach the bottom and I slip mine into his. I laugh as he twirls me around. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. Where have you been hiding?” He kisses my cheek—a chaste, brotherly kiss. 

“Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself.” Dalton is mind-blowingly sexy in his tux. Tall at more than six and a half feet, he dwarfs me even in my stilettos. Without them, I don’t reach his shoulders. Our height difference is hilarious. 

As I take him in, I notice his shoulders have become broader in the past couple of years. His waist is narrow, hips are slim. His body is a testament to his daily workouts and sensible diet; he carries not one ounce of extra fat. He says he has to be fit and strong to be part of the Special Forces. 

He tugs at his tie. “I’m glad you approve. I have something for you.” 

Dalton holds a clear box toward me. A gorgeous purple orchid with glossy green leaves is inside. I open the top and remove it at the same moment mother and father step into the foyer. My mother leans over my shoulder as Dad shakes Dalton’s hand. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart. Would you like me to pin it on?” 

I glance at Dalton and see the disappointment in his eyes, but I don’t understand why. I turn back to Mom. “Dalton will pin it on. After all, it’s his gift to me.” 

My dad glares at me and I try not to giggle. I know exactly what he’s thinking. No man is going to put his hands anywhere near my eighteen-year-old daughter’s breasts. The fact Dalton and I are only best friends means nothing to my dad. 

Dalton takes the orchid from my hand and moves closer. His hand trembles slightly as he positions the flower and reaches inside the top of my dress to secure it. His hand brushes my breast and my body responds with a powerful tingling sensation. Our eyes lock and I search for any sign that he felt it too. 

“It looks beautiful, sweetheart.” Mom kisses my cheek and then kisses Dalton. “Have fun.” 

“Not too much fun,” my dad growls. He moves to peer through the glass at the side of the front door. “The car is here.” 

I stand on tiptoe and kiss my father’s cheek as we leave. “I’ll be fine, daddy. Dalton will take care of me like he always does.” 

“Peter, stop fussing. Dalton isn’t one of your sailor’s you can order about. Let them leave.” Mom takes dad’s hand and they stand in the doorway watching as we descend the steps and head for the stretch limousine which is parked out in front. 

Dalton manoeuvres the driver out of the way and holds onto the door. “Your carriage awaits, m’lady.” He kisses my cheek before I slip onto the soft leather seat. As he closes the door, I fasten my seatbelt and within seconds, the other door opens and he climbs in beside me. After fastening his seatbelt, he gathers my hand into his. 

“Excited? This will be our last school function. Probably our last function together with me in the Army and you joining the Navy.” 

I tense at Dalton’s words, I’ve been avoiding telling him my plans. “When we arrive, can we find somewhere quiet so we can talk? I have something I need to tell you. Something I’ve been keeping from you.” 

Dalton swivels on his seat. I can barely see his face in the darkness, but I know if I could, disappointment would be clear. 

“You’ve been hiding something? We never keep secrets from each other. It sounds serious.” 

“It is. It’s time you knew and I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

Author Bio:

I have always loved to write and have a vivid and overactive imagination.

In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I love to walk, read and shop.

I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same.

With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.

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Release Tour: Secrets? by AL Simpson

Title: Secrets?

Author: AL Simpson

Genre: M/M Romance, New Adult

Release Date: March 13, 2018

Summary:

Kyle is a cowboy who has lived on a ranch in the Australian Outback all his life. He is also gay and hasn’t yet found the courage to come out.

Luke’s father owns a prestigious law firm and as the only child and heir, he’s expected to become a lawyer and rule by his father's side. Problem is, Luke has other ideas and one is to be as far away from his asshole father as possible.

Wendy is the only daughter from a ranching family. She has four brothers, is Kyle's foreman and best friend, not his lover. So, why she is at his ranch and not at her father's?

Can Kyle break down the barriers and discover the secrets to help the two people he cares about more than anything else in life?

Can Wendy and Luke learn to trust?

CHAPTER ONE

KYLE

I gathered the reins on Grifter, my majestic black gelding and scanned the horizon one last time before turning toward home. I hoped I'd done enough to prevent the feral cats and foxes from taking down any more of the cattle. Electrifying the boundary fence had been costly and time consuming but, I couldn't keep Dufus in the barn for the rest of his days and couldn't risk losing my prized bull. The randy bull produced high quality calves which sold for a small fortune and it was what kept us making good money rather than just scraping by.

I galloped my mount across the open paddocks and felt the strength between my thighs as his muscles rippled and flexed. The horse's strides were lengthy, he loved to gallop flat out and he ate up the ground in no time. When I slowed to approach the barn, I noticed my foreman, Wendy, talking with someone. Someone who caused my groin to tighten and heart to beat faster. Even with his back to me, I knew who the curly blonde locks belonged to.

His shoulders were much broader than the last time I'd seen him, his hair longer and it lifted in the slight breeze. The jeans he wore were molded over one helluva sexy ass.

Wendy waved when she saw me approach and the man spun around to face me. My heart missed a few beats when he smiled, pressure mounted behind the zipper of the jeans as my cock thickened with interest.

"Luke Kelly." I barely whispered the words. It had been fifteen years since I'd last seen the man who'd haunted my dreams for more than half of my life. He'd gone off to university in the big smoke to study law and his family had moved away shortly after. I'd assumed Luke would be working in his father's legal practice in Brisbane. So, what was he doing here? It wasn't as if we'd ever been friends.

Wendy took the reins I held out and I dismounted. Luke took two long strides toward me, his hand outstretched. I knew it was a mistake the moment our fingers touched. A shudder cannoned through me and I fought to keep my composure as we shook.

"Kyle Walker, been a long time."

"Luke Kelly. It has been a long time. I guess you're working with your father, how's the legal business going? What brings you back here to Clearlea?" More specifically, my ranch.

"Didn't much like the business of being a lawyer so I joined the police force, worked out of the Gold Coast. I tired of being in the city though, missed being here in the country. I got a promotion to Detective Senior Sargent and requested a transfer here to take charge of your town."

"Congratulations, but why my place?"

"I heard your dad left the property to you and wanted to come by and say hi. I know we weren't friends or anything in school but, I always admired your ability to ignore those around you and get on with what you wanted to do."

"It wasn't hard to melt into the background when you're a country geek surrounded by football studs and cheerleaders."

"We never purposely ignored you, we…."

I waved my hand in the air. "Long time ago, Luke, water under the bridge. You still haven't answered me though, I find it hard to believe you only came out here to say hello. Was there something you needed?" Me? Please say me. Get your fucking head on the right way, Walker. Football Player. Cop. Straight!

I caught the glance he shot in Wendy's direction and it hit me. Straight guy remember and Wendy is one gorgeous woman. One very single, straight, gorgeous woman.

"Oh, sorry, you're here to see Wendy, I'll leave you to it."

I stepped away but was stopped in my tracks when Luke's large hand gripped the top of my arm.

"No, it's you I need to speak with. I kind of need a favor."

Author Bio:

I have always loved to write and have a vivid and overactive imagination.

In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I love to walk, read and shop.

I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same.

With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.

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Release Tour: A Matter of War by AL Simpson

Title: A Matter of War

Author: AL Simpson

Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 24, 2017

Summary:

Jack was on the last few days of his tour of Iraq when his truck was blown sky high by a missile. He and his two marine buddies survived, barely. Clinging to life Jack and his buddies are flown home to the US.

Bree is a nurse who accepts a position at the Military hospital where Jack is a patient. Before he even opens his eyes, she realizes they have a special connection.

Greg is an owner of real estate and passionately disagrees with the US Involvement in Iraq.

Liz is a talented musician who hides a dark secret. She is riddled with doubts and fears about her feelings for Greg.

Can Bree help Jack adjust, come to terms with his nightmares or will he succumb to the darkness?

After suffering the horrors of war, Jack knew - coming home was never going to be easy.

Can these four very different people sort out their differences and find happiness?

Washington DC

February 2011

Bree sat on a bench in the park and opened the paper to the Seeking Accommodation section. She was getting desperate. She had been in the hotel for more than a week and it was rapidly depleting her savings. The rents were expensive in the area near the hospital and she had no way of paying for an apartment on her own. She circled an ad in the paper. This one sounded perfect but she cautioned herself not to get too excited. A girl who had just graduated Uni, probably around the same age as her, needed someone willing to share an apartment. As luck would have it, the area was close to the hospital where she’d secured a job. Bree took her cell from her purse and with trembling fingers, tapped in the number she had circled.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end sounded shy, almost uncertain.

“Hi, my name is Breeanna Patterson, everyone calls me Bree,” she said, trying to get down to business quickly. “You posted an ad for a roommate?”

“Yes,” the girl replied. “Oh, I’m Liz Strickland by the way.”

“Can you tell me why you need to share?”

“Well,” Liz said, sounding more confident as the conversation progressed. In the background, Bree could hear Katy Perry. “I recently graduated from music school was lucky enough to get a position playing my viola in the National symphony.”

“Wow, you must really be good. That’s impressive for a recent graduate. Do you earn enough to live on?”

“Almost,” Liz sounded sheepish. “I tutor a few private students as well. But, housing here is so expensive…”

“Tell me about it,” Bree replied. “Makes perfect sense that you need someone to share.” Hopefully it would be her.

“What about you?”

Author Bio:

I have always loved to write and have a vivid and overactive imagination.

In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I love to walk, read and shop.

I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same.

With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.

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