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Monday, April 30, 2018

Book Blast: Kiss Your Scars by Avril Ashton #Review #Excerpt #Giveaway




KISS YOUR SCARS
LOOSE ENDS SERIES, BOOK 3
AVRIL ASHTON

RELEASE DATE: 02.20.18






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Being the king of Atlanta’s underworld used to have its perks, but lately all undercover agent Renzo Vega has seen is the downside. Someone is auctioning off women in his city, and he’s damn sure not about to let that offense stand. Just as he’s set to make a move, Renzo’s club is ambushed and he’s shot. Unsure of who to trust, he turns to the one man he definitely knows wants him dead.
Yanked from his bed, blindfolded and spirited away in the middle of the night, Lowell Scott is shocked to find the darkly gorgeous Renzo bleeding and in need of his help. The very last thing he wants is to come to the aid of the man responsible for his cousin’s death, but the knife at his throat doesn’t give Low much options.
Close proximity doesn’t temper the hatred Low harbors for Renzo, it only brings up new problems. Like the vicious attraction Low struggles to control, and bullets that won’t stop flying. It’s a tough sell to believe there’s anything good in a man as unapologetically dangerous as Renzo. And even if Low could forgive the unforgivable, Renzo is still shadowed in secrets. When they’re exposed, those secrets will bring far-reaching consequences that could sever not just their shaky bond, but Low’s family ties as well.

This is book three in the Loose Ends series, but can be read as a standalone.


Warning: Contains references to subjects that may be triggering. Please read with caution.





REVIEW

Like many of you, I'm a pretty voracious reader, averaging probably 4-5 books a week when time allows. I read a lot of different types as well but comparatively speaking, my list of auto-buy authors is pretty small. Avril Ashton has been on that list ever since I read Brooklyn Sinner years ago and she hasn't once let me down. I will buy and devour whatever she writes, no questions asked. No blurb necessary, just one click and I'm there. There isn't another author in the romance genre quite like her. Avril's ability to capture intense emotion, face the down and dirty of life with an unflinching eye, and make even the most despicable characters somehow likeable AND empathetic (I'm looking at you, Stavros!) is a talent few others possess. 

Her newest release, Kiss Your Scars, has been a long time coming. I wouldn't exactly say this book is a stand alone, even in the Loose End series. This is the third book in the series, but it's connected as far back to A Sinner Born, the third book of the Brooklyn Sinners series. For those of you who've read Avril's other series, you know Renzo Vega has been around for quite some time. We haven't gotten to know him very well--he's always been on the periphery--until now. And boy,  was the wait ever worth it! He's just as complex, just as calculating, just as cunning as the leader of Atlanta's underworld needs to be. Except when it comes to Lowell Scott. As she always does, Avril makes these two men run the gamut of emotions, because well, she's mean. Haha. No, well she IS, but as she always does so brilliantly, she makes Renzo and Low work for their HEA. They must face their pasts, face their fears, and be brutally honest with one another and themselves. 

It's an intense ride, watching these two come together. But it's so, so delicious. It's hot and steamy--there's no one who writes sex quite like Avril does--but it's also visceral and emotional. It's about connection and belonging and making yourself vulnerable to the person you want most in the world. And it's beautiful. 

I could say a lot about the plot, but if you have never read a book of Avril's, some things might not make sense. If you're as big an Avril fangirl as me, then I don't want to spoil anything and you know what you're getting into. The Daddy kink though?? *fans self* yes please and thank you. The appearance of a certain white blond haired guy with violet eyes was just awesome, too. I love him, he's always been my favorite of Avril's characters and anytime Syren Rua shows up is an excellent thing in my book. 

If you've never picked up a book of Avril Ashton's, I can't recommend them enough. Truly. Start at the beginning and read every single one and immerse yourself in this world of complex characters who you shouldn't like, but will love anyway. You won't be sorry if you do. 






EXCERPT
Everything about him was magnetic and dangerous, and he moved like a rogue wave on an abandoned beach, wiping away your foundation before you had a chance to prepare for the hit.

Right now his gaze devoured Low, making it hard for him not to squirm.

“There is something between us.” Renzo put his hands in his pockets. Low tried not to notice the way that action tugged his pants waist lower and rucked up his shirt. “You and I both know that.”

“No.” Low held up a hand when Renzo took a step forward, but that didn’t stop him from coming closer. “I have a boyfriend.” So yeah, he’d upgraded Chance. “I don’t want you.”

“Yes.” Renzo got in Low’s space, trapping Low between him and the locked door. “You have a boyfriend but here you are, sneaking off to see me. Why are you at my club? Are you here looking for love? Looking for a fuck?”

Low’s eyes widened and Renzo touched him, a slide of his knuckles down his cheek. That touch. He’d thought about. He’d fantasized about it. He’d grieved for the loss of it.

“Doesn’t matter which. I’m good for either one.”

Low jerked his head up and slid closer. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t fight the coil in his belly that pulled tighter with every word Renzo spoke, bringing them together until their bodies made contact, front to front.

Step away. He should step back. But Renzo kept him right there with his heat and the smell of him. Low leaned forward slowly, seeking more of it.

The heat.

The scent.

His lips brushed Renzo’s neck.

Renzo groaned. Low’s entire body clenched.

Have mercy. “Leave me the fuck alone,” Low whispered. But there was no force beyond that plea. Just empty words mocking him, because the truth was he wanted Renzo closer.

Renzo grabbed him by the arm and pushed him up against the mirror overlooking the main area of the club. They could see out, but no one could see them as they stood, Renzo at Low’s back, humping him, sliding his hardness all over Low’s ass. Slowly.

Fucking painfully slow.

“Watch him,” Renzo murmured at his ear. “Watch your boyfriend. Does he know he’s your second choice, Low?”

He shuddered, panting, but he still held his head high, squirming as he tried to get away from Renzo’s hold. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Renzo laughed. “You know.” His tongue slid over the shell of Low’s ear.

Low’s breath hitched as he locked his knees to keep from falling. Renzo melted him. He destroyed Low and he remained in that grip, loving their destruction.

“Where does Chance think you are, Low? Men’s room? Outside getting some air? When you leave here, will you tell him where you were, I wonder?” Renzo nipped at his earlobe and Low gave him everything. Every shudder, every gasp. “You gonna tell him you were rubbing your ass all over my cock, Low?”

“No.” He moaned. God. Fuck. Low gave up his moans, too. “Please.”

“You gonna tell him you can’t stay away from me? That you only brought him here to make me jealous?”

“I don’t want you.” His voice was an embarrassingly thin thread of sound that wavered under the weight of Renzo’s touch, like a ribbon wrapped around a tree branch, fighting against a heavy wind.

“Doesn’t matter how much you tell yourself you hate me,” Renzo whispered. “You still close your eyes when Chance touches you and pretend it’s me.”

The stark truth in those words buried him. “No.”

Renzo ignored his weak protest. “Does he know what you like, huh?” He touched Low, one hand at his chest, lips at his ear. “Has he fucked you lately?”

“Renzo.”

“Yes.” Renzo moaned, too, the sound hitting Low in the balls. “The way you say my fucking name.” He pressed closer, rocking against Low. He clasped Low’s throat, tilting his head against his shoulder. “Good?” he asked, voice turned husky. “He fucks you good, Low? The way you want, the way you need?”

“I don’t…” Low choked, but he was moving with Renzo, on him, sliding up and down, riding the hard ridge of Renzo. Unable to stop. Just for a second. He’d forget himself just for however long it took for this hunger to work its way through him.

“Does he eat you out? Lick it up?” The hand around Low’s throat tightened. “Does he tell you you’re the best?”

Low sobbed for him, trembling, fingers clinging to the hand Renzo had splayed over his lower belly. Done, he was fucking done.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, Low, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Let me get that.” He touched lower, cupping Low’s erection through his jeans and squeezing. “Let me tear it up while you call me Daddy. Let’s stay here, like this, you riding me till we both come.”

“No!” Low wrenched himself away, stumbling as he glared at Renzo as arousal crawled along his spine. “You killed my cousin.”

Renzo shrugged. “Did I?”







A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Stone Mountain, GA. with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril's earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of '09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril's stories, but there'll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

A lover of cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance.










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Friday, August 18, 2017

Book Blast: Year One Collection by T.C. Orton #Excerpts #Giveaway






YEAR ONE COLLECTION
T.C. ORTON
M/M FANTASY/MPREG/CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE:  12.28.16








COVER DESIGN: TC Orton

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The complete first year works of T.C. Orton, who debuted as an author in January 2016.

There are two worlds to follow within these pages...

The first is a world of the paranormal, of Vampires lurking down London alleyways, of Werewolves forming packs outside a college campus, and of Warlocks attending a magical academy in which they learn to harness their powers.

Each of these stories, and characters, co-exist within the same universe. The Omega Moon Universe.

The second world you’ll come across is much like our own, where the only magic you’ll see is that of extraordinary stamina in the bedroom. The Climax Saga is a series of short stories revolving around a college escort named Luke, and a British transfer student named William – who goes by Billy. Their tale is an unconventional one.


Included with this collection -
Seeing Red: Scorched (Vampire/Dark/Romance)
Omega Moon (Mpreg/Murder-Mystery/Shifter)
Warlock Academy: Tomes 1&2 (Dark/Fantasy)
College Climax: Confidential Edition (Climax Saga Book 1) (Contemporary Romance)
Christmas Climax (Climax Saga Book 2) (Contemporary Romance)

SEEING RED: SCORCHED








EXCERPT
“You don’t have to.” Nicolai seemed to notice my hesitation.

“I want to,” I replied as I began to shift my body down the sheets, my face dropping closer to Nicolai’s to plant another kiss on his lips before my mouth moved to his neck.

I used my tongue to leave a trail of saliva from the tip of his earlobe, down between his pecs and over his hard abs until I was knelt at the foot of the bed with my mouth hovering around the waistline of his jeans as my entire body began to shake with nerves. I wanted this; I really wanted this, but what if I was no good? At least if we were doing everything then I could rely on Nicolai to lead the way, but this required some talent on my part.

Nicolai reached down, undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down as he used his free hand to ruffle my blonde locks that I just realized might get in the way. I ran a hand through my hair, pushing the strands over my shoulders and hoping that they’d stay put. I reached out, grabbed the tip of Nicolai’s jeans and tugged them down, also bringing his black boxers down with them and causing his thick shaft to spring up in all its glory.









OMEGA MOON







EXCERPT

“I keep forgetting you don’t know our ways.”

I got up and went over to him, kneeling between his legs and looking up at his stubble-ridden face.

“Teach me,” I wanted to be a part of this world – of this pack.

Damien stared down at me, he placed the whisky on the golden cart by the chair and dropped his cigarette into it, extinguishing the glowing tip. He reached down, guiding my body up and placed me on his lap as his hands held me steadily. I felt my cheeks fluster, I felt my spine tingle and before I knew it I had his hands buried in my brown locks as his tongue penetrated my lips.

He tasted of smoke and whisky, he smelt sweaty from the long walk we’d taken through the woods earlier and his hair was sticking in all different directions, however, I’d never felt more attracted to him.






WARLOCK ACADEMY TOME 1








EXCERPT
Jake roared whilst envisioning William’s face, pinning Alaric’s hands above his head and ramming his cock down the man’s throat as he bounced off the headboard.

Jake was kneeling up, his shaft in Alaric’s mouth and his body dripping with sweat. Alaric was fully clothed, somewhere between lying down and sitting against the head of the bed, his skull being bashed by Jake who showed him no mercy with his thick eight-inches.

How long are they going to fucking keep me in here? Jake wondered as he turned his head towards the marks he’d scratched into his bedroom wall as if he were in prison. Today marked one month and four days since he’d attacked William and whilst his body had managed to heal, he was beginning to lose his mind.

“Jake, your homework!” Alaric pulled away, gasping as a mixture of his saliva and Jake’s pre-cum dribbled down his chin.

The man had only turned up looking for Jake’s assignment, but what was happening between them now had happened at least seven times and whilst Alaric liked to pretend he wasn’t into being used, nothing could stop him from taking Jake’s cock on demand. He knew it was wrong, but that just made it feel so right.

“Just give me a pass,” Jake said, reaching down for his shaft and pushing it back inside Alaric’s mouth. “And I told you, don’t fucking speak!”








WARLOCK ACADEMY TOME 2






EXCERPT 

Soon enough the room was alive with a mixture of sounds. The first was that of the pillars and headboard banging brutally against the wall. The second was the skin-on-skin contact, the result of Sebastian’s balls slapping against Carlos’ smooth skin creating something similar to that of thunderous applause. And the last was Carlos’ moans, which stemmed from a cocktail of pleasure and pain that had him ready to shoot despite not being able to touch his own dick.

“I’m so close!” He cried out, but Sebastian wasn’t listening. He wasn’t doing this to make Carlos cum, he was doing it because he needed to unload.




COLLEGE CLIMAX, BK 1






EXCERPT 

Before I knew it, I was at his mercy. My body a ragdoll for him to throw around however he wanted. He bashed against my cheeks, his entire shaft, all of its eight-inches, buried balls-deep in my hole.

He would pull all the way out and wait the briefest of moments until I felt myself tightening again, only to shove his entire length back inside of me and make my eyes water as shooting pains travelled up my spin.

I bit my bottom lip, sinking my nails into the covers and squinted as I tried to cope with the overwhelming feeling of being torn in two. He was an animal in bed, but I knew I could take it. Besides, I had to put on my best show yet since this was being filmed.



CHRISTMAS CLIMAX, BK 2







EXCERPT

The comforting aroma of apples and cinnamon hovered like a gentle, refreshing mist in every dormitory hallway. The warm mugs of mulled wine kept my hands toasty as I slowly made my way from one place to the next. The lack of formalities in every lecture became more and more apparent the further we dove into December. And, despite being in the midst of one of the coldest winters I’d ever experienced, there was a place – and a person – that never failed to turn up the heat.

Luke’s motel room was littered with pizza boxes, takeout menus and clothes. The neon sign outside the window had broken off its hinges, casting its blinking letters across the bed, and the fan in the room next door must’ve been broken because there’d been a humming sound resonating from within for days now. However, regardless of its faults, and its appearance, and the other inhabitants, this place had become a second home filled with fond memories.

And we were in the middle of making more.

“Please…” My eyes watered as I spat my words, and streams of saliva soaked my chin. “Please, Luke…”

My hands were shaking beneath me, grounded in the mattress of Luke’s double bed to keep my body positioned on all fours. I kept trying to make the arch that he so desperately craved, I kept trying to dip my stomach in and push my behind out, but it hurt – it really hurt. How on earth did Luke do this for a living?









AUTHOR BIO
Born January 6th 1993, T. C. resides in the United Kingdom, living with his partner Peter Jones and their dog, Drake.

T. C. has had a passion for supernatural stories from a young age, often scribbling down his latest ideas instead of focusing on whatever task was at hand during the long school days. At the age of twelve, he penned his first romance story featuring himself and the boy he had feelings for set in a fantastical land full of werewolves and wizards. Ever since that day, T. C. has made it his mission to entwine his leading gay protagonists with epic paranormal adventures.


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