PUBLISHER: AVID PUBLISHING LLC PUBLISHER WEBSITE: https://www.avid-publishing.com
RELEASE DATE: June 1, 2018
GENRE: Avid book, MF, Alternative Paranormal shifter Romance, Biker werewolves.
WORD COUNT: 31,136 words
PAGE COUNT: 133 pages
All Maisy Stringfield wanted to do was to find her sister and make sure she was okay. Jasmine had disappeared before but never for this long. Something was wrong. Maisy took the job working at the Blazing Sun Bar and Biker’s club hoping to get information on where Jasmine might be.
She hadn’t counted on Stud, who was the president of the Satan’s bears and a complication she didn’t need. She didn’t need him chasing her around and interfering in what she needed to do.
Razor was the leader of the wolf pack and determined to take over the Bears and Stud’s territory. He didn’t care who he had to hurt to do it.
Stud was tired and ready to find his mate. When he saw the little waitress working in his bar, he knew she was his. Not to convince her. Keeping her safe while he persuaded her was another chore. He was surrounded by incompetents.
Could he defeat Razor, find Jasmine and convince Maisy to be his?
“I like the way you say my name, Sweet Lips. Give me a little taste.”
Stud gently brushed her lips with his, and when she felt herself beginning to respond, he swiped her lips with his tongue. When she gasped, he slid his tongue into battle with hers. He moved his hand to thread through her hair and pull her tighter to him.
“Hey Boss,” she heard one of the guys calling as she started to melt into him. Stud ignored him and continued sipping from her lips as Maisy felt his hands roving her back. “Umm Boss? We need you.” The voice said again, more insistent this time.
“Did you fucking interrupt me?” Stud asked in a quiet, normal tone of voice as he stared deep into her eyes. “I ain’t done with you Mama, but I gotta see what this asshole needs. You save that sugar for me, hear?”
Maisy felt herself nodding before she realized what she was doing. Stud gently and slowly lifted her from his lap and turned to Harvey/Swifty. “Yeah?”
“Trouble, outside now. It’s the Hermits.”
“Well fuck. Okay Sweet Lips, I’ll be back for your fine ass later. Let’s roll boys.” He leaned down and brushed another soft kiss on her lips, then he was gone.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rose Nickol started writing four years ago. To date, she has twenty published books. She is the mother of a teenage daughter, an eight-year-old Shih-Tzu puppy and a one-year-old kitten. She lives in Florida with her daughter and animals. When not writing, she’s crocheting, or baking with her daughter.
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PUBLISHER: AVID PUBLISHING LLC PUBLISHER WEBSITE: https://www.avid-publishing.com
RELEASE DATE: May 22, 2018
GENRE: Avid book, MM, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy/Drama, New/Young Adult.
WORD COUNT: 66,480 words
PAGE COUNT: 285 pages
The Rushes is a brisk and funny tale of friendship, love and ambition set in present-day Hollywood. Aspiring filmmakers Jamie Alford and his BFF, Carson Thorne, must navigate the industry’s ruthless politics and ingrained prejudices, while also trying to maneuver the treacherous waters of romance.
For years, Jamie has been obsessing on his ex, the tortured Owen Worth. And just as he’s about to start afresh with a dashing young producer, Owen reappears to complicate his life.
Carson, who has put romance on the back burner to focus on his career (much to the chagrin of his friend and former film professor, David Mendoza), falls hard for a wildly ambitious screenwriter.
When Jamie and Carson’s best-laid plans are sabotaged by jealousy and betrayal, they must band together to help one another move forward both in their professional and personal lives. But after all, isn’t that what best friends are for?
If it had only been a one-time thing, Jamie would have written off the encounter as the byproduct of adolescent hormonal fever. Even the most devout young man can succumb to temptation. But the next night, Owen was sitting outside his cabin again. And the next night and the next.
Each evening, they headed for the lake where they swam naked and kissed and held on to one another for dear life. And each night the lovemaking got better, until Jamie couldn’t believe that a few nights earlier, Owen had been a virgin; that he’d never even been kissed.
Now Jamie finally understood what it was all about; why wars were waged, kingdoms upended, hearts decimated. All for love.
No, it’s not love, Jamie, it’s lust. You’re too young to be in love.
But what may have begun as lust was growing into something more. He and Owen shared intimacies and affection and laughter. Even during the day, whenever they were within sight of each other, an unmistakable electrical charge passed between them. It was hard to miss, and even Toby picked up on it.
“Hey, what’s up with you and Big Bird?” he asked.
Jamie deflected by mentioning the family connection, but the explanation was paper thin.
“Spare me,” Toby said. “I’ve mooned over guys before. I know the look when I see it. You’re not fooling me and I hope you’re not fooling yourself.”
It was all happening so quickly that Jamie seesawed between euphoria and angst. The most telling sign that his emotional equilibrium had been compromised came during his phone calls to
Carson, during which he did not allude to Owen, except for that one time at the beginning of the summer when he mentioned meeting him. “He’s just about what you’d expect. Total loser.”
As far as Carson was concerned, he was still hooking up with Toby. And whenever he inquired, Jamie carefully steered the conversation back to Carson, which required very little effort. Jamie had long ago made peace with the fact that Carson’s favorite topic of conversation was himself – with movies running a close second – and used it to his advantage.
BUY LINK Avid Shop – https://www.avid-publishing.com/product-page/the-rushes Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DKRRT82 Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/829348 Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-rushes
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Richard Natale is a Los Angeles-based writer and journalist. His short stories have appeared in such literary journals as Gertrude Press, MCB Quarterly, Wilde Oats, Chelsea Station Magazine, Hollywood Dementia and the anthologies, Image/Out, Happy Hours and Off the Rocks. His novel CAFE EISENHOWER, was an Honorable Mention for the Rainbow Book Awards. Other novels include LOVE ON THE JERSEY SHORE, JUNIOR WILLIS, the YA fantasy adventure THE GOLDEN CITY OF DOUBLOON and the short-story collection, ISLAND FEVER. Additionally, Natale wrote and directed the feature film GREEN PLAID SHIRT, which was a closing night attraction at the Palm Springs Film Festival and played at twenty-five film festivals around the world.
Q. What inspired you to start writing?
A. My inspiration was having to make a living. Right out of grad school. Needed a job. Became a daily newspaper reporter. Learned how to write by writing every day.
Q. What was your childhood career dream?
A. My first dream was acting. But I soon learned that the downside of being an actor was having to work with other actors.
Q. What do you like to do when not writing?
A. I read. I watch movies. I listen to music.
Q. Which Author(s) inspire you and your writing?
A. Colm Toibin, Alan Bennett, Michael Cunningham, Alan Hollinghurst, Christopher Isherwood, Gore Vidal.
Q. What is an everyday writing life for you like?
A. Sometimes a pleasure. Sometimes torture.
Q. What is the hardest part about writing for you?
A. Self-doubt, procrastination.
Q. Which book was your debut release?
A. For Avid it was The Rushes. My first novella was Junior Willis. My first novel, Cafe Eisenhower
Q. Tell us about the book published by Avid and your writing process for it.
A. The Rushes grew out of my years reporting on the movie business as well as the numerous short stories I’ve written for Hollywood Dementia.com.
Q. Which character was the hardest for you to write in the book published by Avid.
A. The hardest character was the co-protagonist Jamie Alford, who has the biggest character arc.
Q. How do you come up with the titles of your book?
A. Sometimes it’s right there in front of me. The Rushes was the most difficult because it’s metaphorical. Rushes are raw film footage that has to be edited and coordinated into a movie.
The two main characters are like raw footage and have the edit their lives together. To use what’s good. To discard what doesn’t work.
AVAILABLE: Thursday, October 11th
[Menage Amour: Contemporary Menage a Quatre Romance, MFMM, spanking, HEA]
After being abandoned by yet another lame blind date, Heidi was almost done. While contemplating her loser love life Finn Wild literally runs into her. Covered with food and embarrassed beyond belief Heidi leaves, wondering if she’ll ever see the beautiful man who ran into her again. After a fire at her apartment, the man of her dreams rescues her and her loved pet birds. She finds out that there’s not just Finn, but he has two brothers and they are all interested in her. Not sure about dating three men Heidi proceeds cautiously.
While dating and having fun with the three brothers strange things start happening. Then, Oliver, her last lame date returns and things become even stranger. When Oliver threatens Heidi, her best friend Brenda, and her loved pets, can the Wild brothers rescue her before the worst happens?
A dark road, a raging storm. Memphis is stranded on the run. Her controlling family trying to sell her off to the highest bidder against her will. She ran when she got the chance hoping to make it to her Grandmother’s house to find shelter.
Atticus Redtree could never resist a damsel in distress. A stranded human on the side of the road was right up his alley. A pretty woman and a problem he could fix, Atticus could resist. The easy rescue was about to turn into a trail that even he wasn’t prepared for. The draw of the woman that crept into his heart gave him no choice
With her past quickly catching up with her, Memphis will have to decide if she can trust Atticus with her future and her heart.
Preorder Link. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GMQV511
Black Cat Security by Katerina Ross
Dragomir, a magician with PTSD and a very inconvenient curse upon him, struggles to make a living, taking part in illegal boxing matches. Fighting is the only thing he’s good at now. But how long can he keep it up? The fights are dangerous, and he’s untrained.
A pretty witch he meets one night says she might change his life for the better. Is she really willing to help, or does she have her own wicked plans about him? And can she succeed where all the magicians of Scholomance have failed?
Warnings (or an incentive to read): BDSM, FemDom, bondage, whipping, spanking, pegging… and some magic, too 🙂
When he came to, the first thing he understood: he couldn’t see. A moment of panic—and then another realization: there was a blindfold of some kind over his eyes. He was standing with his arms up above him … and wait, were his hands bound? What the hell? He tried to reach up, rotating his wrists, and clutched at the chains he was hanging from. Yes, fucking chains. And leather handcuffs, buckled very tight. And he couldn’t feel any clothes upon himself, just something around his neck in addition to his dog tag.
Then he remembered. Ida. Her apartment. Talking about his curse. She said they had to negotiate…
And after that—nothing.
He jerked at the chains, hard. And again, and a few times more. They didn’t give. There was some slack, so at least his arms weren’t pulled up too tautly, but he couldn’t break free.
“You must be wondering what happened to you,” Ida said somewhere to his left. “You agreed to an experiment, remember? And here you are. A fine specimen for a very interesting test.”
Her hand touched his chest lightly, out of nowhere, and he jolted at the contact as if she prodded him with a stun baton.
She chuckled quietly. “So skittish. But it’s understandable. Everyone would be jumpy in your place.” Her hand wandered across his pecs, brushed his nipple, and disappeared. “I’ll let you adjust. Try tugging at the chains again if you want to check whether they will break or not. I allow you. But here’s a spoiler: they won’t. It’s not some rusty old shackles. They are good and new, very sturdy, and secured to an eyehook in the ceiling. There had been a large chandelier hanging from it once, so it’s quite reliable. I redecorated the room long ago, but I always thought the hook would come in handy one day. It’s a mild nuisance the handcuffs have to be hanging so high—I’m not that tall. But a bit of hypnosis, and you helped me to restrain you most eagerly.”
What the hell was going on?
As if through a fog, Dragomir remembered saying yes to some kind of experiment and even filling and signing a yes/no negotiation form, but it was a vague memory, distant and dream-like. Everything else—a boxing match, a fight before that—seemed even more surreal.
Ida’s hand slipped along his flank, ticklishly, up to his neck, and tugged at what he realized was a collar.
“And this is to ensure you wouldn’t break free using magic. Quite a special thing. Leather, silver, and a security spell. Meant especially for wayward mages, something of the kind they use in prisons when incarcerating a person with enhanced abilities.” She slipped a finger under the band around his throat, making it too tight, almost choking him. “So you will behave, no matter whether you want it or not. A bad boy will be a good boy for a change.”
“What are you doing?” he rasped out.
“Just making you harmless. Wasn’t it what you wanted, to cause no harm to me?”
Was she mocking him?
He stood there, wearing nothing but a collar, a dog tag, and a blindfold. It was ridiculous. Laughable. Humiliating.
Rationally, he knew he probably had nothing to worry about. Or did he? But anyway, all rational thoughts gave way to a primitive bodily reaction—discomfort at being tied up, helpless. It felt like he was itching all over under his skin with uneasiness bordering on unwanted panic, too exposed, deprived of sight. He tried to wriggle his wrists out of the handcuffs instead of jerking at the chains, but to no avail.
“Nope, the handcuffs will hold, too,” Ida warned him. “I checked, and not just once. As I might have said, I do a bit of coaching now and then, but of an unusual kind. I call it expanding boundaries. Experiencing new sensations. It doesn’t normally include sex, but for you, I might make an exception.”
A peck of a kiss between his shoulder blades. Hands running up and down his sides, in a comforting manner, but at the same time, it was unnerving. He tried to twist away from her touch, stubbornly, but she squeezed his hips, adding a hint of nails.
“Sshh, don’t twitch, hold still,” she said, “or I’ll pull up the chains. They say it’s extremely painful to hang from your wrists. Excruciating.”
“Oh yeah?” he managed. “Someone else complained?”
“And very loudly. Good thing this room is soundproof. As I said, it had been redecorated.”
Her arms went ‘round him. She was still clothed, but he could feel her little perky breasts pressing against his back. His cock, already half-hard, immediately went into a very interested mode. It didn’t seem to mind the strangeness of the situation.
Evernight Publishing (it’s cheaper here): http://www.evernightpublishing.com/black-cat-security-by-katerina-ross/