Saturday, 31 August 2013

In support of our US authors participating in a Labor Day sale event.

This long weekend in the US several of our authors - Carly Fall, Elise Marion and C.J. Baty - have joined with others to introduce some new authors to bibliophiles looking for their next read. We think it is a brilliant idea and happy to help spread the word.

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Labor Day is fast approaching; a day that we take the time to recognize the economic and social contributions of hard working Americans! Many of us take the long weekend to barbeque, rest and relax and maybe even catch up on our sleep. But if you’re a true bibliophile, you are probably bypassing all of that in hopes of getting in some valuable reading time! This week, discovering new authors and taking advantage of their marked down titles can earn you entries toward a Kindle Fire or Nook HD, winner’s choice! With a diverse selection of books including Young Adult, New Adult, Romance, and Erotic Romance, you’re sure to find some awesome reads for the upcoming holiday weekend!
 This giveaway sponsored by:

Check out our selection of ebooks marked down to only $0.99 each for the duration of the giveaway. Once you've downloaded the ebook(s) of your choice, you will be emailed an invoice from wherever you purchased your ebook. Simply find which book you purchased on the Rafflecopter widget below and enter your invoice's order number (which does not contain any of your personal information). Each order number entered will earn you TEN entries toward the Kindle Fire or Nook HD. For every author whose page you follow on Facebook, you will receive one entry each. You can also receive an entry for tweeting about the giveaway on Twitter. So, get to browsing, get to know our sponsoring authors, and find your next favorite book! The winner will be drawn and notified September 3rd.

Books by Category:

 Paranormal Romance
 Contemporary Romance

Young Adult/New Adult

Erotic Romance

Friday, 30 August 2013

Birthday weekend release!


Today is the release of our fifth and final birthday story from the Second Chances anthology: Notice to Appear by C. C. Lorenz.



Summary

Josh Campbell is handed a notice to appear in court for a traffic offence, but his humiliation is complete when he comes face to face with his schoolboy crush, Carter Sullivan, in the courtroom. Could this be the start of something with Carter now that age is not an issue?

Excerpt

JOSH LOOKED AT the courthouse steps looming in front of him and shook his head. The disastrous date that had led to him being in his current position was definitely not worth the fallout he was currently experiencing.



The guy was nice enough, but little did Josh know that when he offered to run to the grocery store to pick up a Redbox movie the night would end the way it did. He didn't even really know why he accepted the date in the first place; it wasn’t as if he lived in Los Angeles anymore. He was only visiting his parents for a few days over spring break when he met Ben at the Apple store. Initially, he thought the guy was a bit of a douche when he screeched into the parking lot in a yellow Porsche before sauntering into the store as if he owned the place. However, the feeling was quickly replaced by flattery when he turned his attention to Josh, asking him on a date and getting his number before he left.


The next day, Ben invited Josh to his posh bachelor pad by the ocean for dinner that night. The meal was delicious and the company fine, but Josh definitely felt that something was missing. There wasn’t a spark with him.

And that was when the Redbox incident happened.

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BEN HAD BEEN cleaning up after their meal and mentioned that there was a place down the street with Redbox if Josh wanted to pick something out for them to watch. He even offered up the keys to his Porsche for the trip, and honestly, how could Josh say no to that? He was secretly proud of himself for only stalling once before getting the car out of the garage, and with no one else there to see, it was really as if nothing had happened at all.

As he drove down the route described by Ben, Josh noticed heavy traffic going in the opposite direction and made a mental note to take a parallel street until absolutely necessary for him to turn back to Ben's condo complex. When he reached the store, he picked up a copy of Thor, which he'd missed in the theaters, along with a box of condoms that he stuffed into his pocket.

Just because it wasn't love at first sight didn't mean that Josh wasn't hoping to get a little action out of this date. Ben was certainly a good-looking guy and probably had condoms back at his place, but you never could be too careful.

On his way back, Josh took care to avoid the traffic he’d spotted earlier when he’d left Ben’s building to pick up the movie . . . or so he thought. Unfortunately, Josh turned one street too early and landed himself smack dab in the middle of a traffic jam. Chastising himself for not paying close enough attention, Josh squinted at a temporary sign illuminated on the side of the road.

Driver's License Checkpoint

Great. No wonder there's traffic.

Digging into his back pocket, he grabbed his wallet and fished out his driver's license. Since he didn't have a car in San Francisco, the only thing he generally used his ID for was buying booze or getting into a club and giving it a quick once over, everything seemed fine. Until he noticed the expiration date in bright red lettering. His stomach fell.

Oh fuck.

It had expired on his birthday, three weeks earlier, and Josh hadn't even noticed. His mind scrambled for an excuse to give the police officer.

They'll understand, right? I'm sure there's some sort of grace period for things like this.

Josh rolled the window down, next in line to be checked. As Josh shifted into first gear to move forward, he stalled again. His face heated and he gave the officer an apologetic smile as he started the car again.

The officer gave him an unimpressed look in return.

Of course, Josh had to be driving the flashiest car possible when this happened. Stopping next to the officer, he gave a small smile and handed him his license.

The officer looked down, then back at Josh. “You realize this license is expired?” he asked.

Josh stammered, “Well, I, uh, just noticed that, and um, don't usually—”

“I'm gonna need you to pull over to the side of the road.”

Shit.

He pulled over to the area indicated by the officer and they asked him to step out of the car as the officer started writing him a ticket for driving with an expired license. Josh had no idea what kind of fine to expect, but would be happy just to get out of there. As the officer handed him the ticket, he said, with an evil glint in his eye, “We're also gonna have to tow the car, since you can't legally drive it.”

Josh paled. “Wait, wait. It's my friend's car. Oh God, please don't tow it. He'll kill me.”

“Sorry. There's nothing we can do,” he said, and started radioing the tow company.

Josh resorted to begging. “Honestly, I'm two blocks away from his place and I had no idea my license was expired or I wouldn’t have driven.  I live in San Francisco and don't really drive much, plus it's only been expired a couple of weeks. I can call my friend. He can walk here to drive it home . . . please, please, please don't tow the car. Please.

The officer let his hand fall to his side. He let out a sigh and said, “Call him.”

Josh grabbed his phone from his pocket before the officer could change his mind, and as he yanked it out, the small box of condoms came flying out with it. His eyes went wide and he barked out an embarrassed laugh, crouching quickly to snatch them off the ground. When he looked back at the officer, he was staring at Josh with a raised eyebrow. “I'll just, uh, over here . . .”

“That's a good idea, son.”

The phone started to ring and Josh silently prayed that Ben would pick up. Getting voicemail was not an option he was prepared to deal with.

“Hello?”

Josh breathed out a sigh of relief. “Ben, it's Josh. I need you to come down the street right now.” The whole story came out in jumble of words and Josh had no idea how coherent he was, but Ben was by his side in five minutes flat, slightly out of breath from running.

After the officer checked his license, he let Ben take the keys. When they got back to his condo, they sat and watched the movie, but the vibe of the evening had been shot. Josh knew the condoms he’d purchased would be wasted.

He went home right after the film ended, with apologies and empty promises to keep in touch. It wasn't until he got home that he looked more closely at the ticket he’d received, trying to find the amount of the fine. He groaned when he saw the box checked off next to where the infraction was listed.

It was a notice to appear in court.
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Friday, 23 August 2013

Week 4's release...


Today is the release of our fourth birthday story from the Second Chances anthology: Dirty Martini by Bette Browne.



Summary

When Daniel Fletcher runs into his ex with the man he caught him in bed with, vodka seems like the answer. Nathan Smith is used to men drowning their sorrows at the bar he tends, so the connection he feels to one is unusual.  Will a means to forget turn into something more?


Excerpt

“BARTENDER!” THE WORD was shouted like a curse. “Another one here, please”—the man held up his hand in an attempt at getting Nate’s attention, and as soon as he had it, he banged his glass back down onto the wooden surface of the bar—“and leave the bottle.”

Nathan Smith looked over at the man as he poured a measured shot of whiskey into another patron’s glass. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” he replied with all the patience he could muster, just loud enough to be sure he was heard.

“Sir.” He smiled at the older man sitting in front of him as he pushed the newly filled glass forward then wiped over the counter using the cloth that was permanently slung over his shoulder.

“Keep an eye on that one,” the older man said, tipping his head in the loud man’s direction as Nate moved to the touch screen and added the drink to the older man’s tab. “He’s already two sheets to the wind. A few more drinks and he’ll be three.”

Nate knew not to comment, bartenders were there to listen and not have an opinion. So he smiled instead, giving a slight nod of his head, making sure the older, and undoubtedly wiser, man knew Nate agreed.

“I’ve seen it before, lad. That one, he’s drowning his sorrows, that’s what he’s doing. Oblivion’s what he’s chasing.” Ironically, the older man lifted his own glass to his lips and took a healthy swallow, pursuing his own form of oblivion. Nate had seen it all before. It was not often a contented man who sat at a bar alone. “Is he staying here?” The man tilted his head toward the man along the bar.

Nate knew he wasn’t; the man had wanted a tab rather than charge his drinks to a room. “No.”

“Well, make sure he stops soon. Send him home in a cab.”

“I might just do that, sir,” Nate responded. It was more than likely that sending him home later in a cab was exactly what he’d do; in fact, the hotel encouraged it.

Nate turned to pick up the bottle of premium vodka the other man was now drinking. One or two more would be fine—he had no intention of leaving the bottle—and then Nate would convince him to go home for the night. He discretely glanced down the bar again, trying not to be seen doing so. The guy had been sitting there almost two hours now.

He’d come in earlier. Nate had watched him, both drawn to and intrigued by the attractive man standing at the door who clenched his hands irritably as he looked for a seat. He’d made his way determinedly to the farthest seat at the bar, looking neither right nor left, obviously, not in the mood for idle chit-chat.

Nate had promptly placed a bowl of nuts in front of him and handed him a cocktail menu, but the man hadn’t even bothered to open it. Instead he’d looked at Nate and asked him for something with vodka.

“Any preference?” Nate asked.

“Surprise me.” He raked a hand through his mahogany brown hair. “Just make sure it’s strong.”

After thinking on it a moment, Nate decided exactly what he’d make the guy. “You like olives?”

“Sure.”

“Well, I’ll make you my specialty.” His words were met by a raised brow. “A Dirty Martini.”

“Dirty seems appropriate.” The man pulled his cellphone from his pocket, turned it on and checked the display, then just as quickly turned it off. “Make me two.”

Nate knew even then that the guy was on a mission to lose himself to drink, and that was okay with him—he was used to it; it was part of his job. But that had been three cocktails and four shots ago. In Nate’s opinion, the guy was just about done. He was more than prepared to cut him off before he passed out, creating a problem Nate didn’t want to deal with.

Before he’d managed to move down the bar, the older man spoke again.

“Likely a woman.” The older man held up his glass as if that would confirm his words. “Only a woman can make a man look like that.”

As Nate moved away, he controlled the retort that was so close to the tip of his tongue. Love might make a man look like that, Nate thought, but it certainly didn’t have to be because of a woman. He was proof of that—heartbreakingly honest to goodness proof of that—and if his instincts about the man sitting at the other end of the bar were on the money, his problems had nothing to do with a woman either.

*****

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(members who join our club get a 10% discount)

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*****

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*****

 
Next week's release on August 30 is: Notice to Appear by C. C. Lorenz.