⚡⚡⚡⚡eBook sale! Only $2.99 or read in KU!⚡⚡⚡⚡ Sale price good on English edition only. How far is too far to go to save someone you love? Brandon Lynch is magical. He’s a scintilla, wielder of electricity and is in love with a werewolf—or maybe he’s just in love with the idea of loving a werewolf? Raul Fierro is a bounty hunter and a werewolf. He knows he loves Brandon. He’s made a promise to always protect Brandon and will carry out that promise at all costs. When Brandon and Raul go head to head with human traffickers, Brandon’s morals are stretched to their limits. Will Raul keeping his promise tear them apart?
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Brandon was adopted from a young age. He had to be, neither of his parents were magical and those traits were always inherited, though he bore a curiously strong resemblance to his father. Ethan was the oldest of his siblings, and about the same age as Raul. They had two sisters and a brother, Brandon being the youngest of the five. Ethan was the spitting image of their mother. His light brown hair, now sprinkled with gray, was straight and pulled back into a short ponytail. He had a roman nose, fake tan and pale brown eyes. The suit Ethan wore hung off his too thin frame. Unlike Brandon, Ethan had no athletic ability and used his smarts to bully anyone and everyone. When he was a child Brandon worshipped Ethan. Now, he had a healthy—and secret—distain for the man, but he’d never thought Ethan would become involved with something like this. Ethan leaned down and put both hands on Brandon’s shoulders. “You try anything like that again on me or anyone and Zoe will make you hurt so fucking bad you’ll beg to die. Got it?” He was close enough to Brandon’s head it was too easy to smell on his breath what he’d eaten recently. Brandon’s stomach turned dangerously. Brandon swallowed and nodded. “You’ve been behind this all along.” It wasn’t a question and Ethan didn’t answer. Not that Brandon expected him to. “What the hell have I ever done to you to make you hate me this much? You’ve never treated me like you did Cheryl, she’s gay too, so that can’t be the reason. I’m your brother, why—” “You are not my brother!” Ethan spat. “You’re a fucking mistake. You’ve been an embarrassment to my mother ever since you came into her life and there was a time you even broke her heart.” Brandon opened his mouth to defend himself but shut it when he caught Zoe’s reflection in the computer monitor. He resembled his father, his adoptive father. There were physical features about Zoe one could say Brandon shared. A horrible, sick thought was taking shape in his mind. He needed the truth, even if it got him killed. “We make a lot of money with Seafind, isn’t that enough for you? You’re a partner, I’m only an employee.” Never mind there would be no Seafind without Brandon. Ethan knew that, but Brandon poked harder and added, “You and Dad couldn’t have ever built Seafind without me.” “Seafind was my brainchild,” Ethan growled. Brandon turned around so he could face Ethan and Zoe. “A brainchild you wouldn’t have been able to build without me.” BOOK BLAST Book Title: Bridge at the Beach (A Clyde Smith Mystery #4) Author and Cover Artist: Garrick Jones Publisher: Moshpit Publications Release Date: April 12, 2024 Genre: Crime Thriller Themes: Sowing one’s oats; Finding Mr. Right; Acceptance in community; Historical fiction; Crime Fiction; Detective Fiction Heat Rating: 2 flames Length: 134 000 words/ 392 pages It is part of the Clyde Smith Mystery Series, but does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links Amazon US | Amazon AU | Amazon UK | Smashwords Blurb Clyde’s idyllic afternoon in the surf with his mates is interrupted by the news that there’s been a quadruple suicide in an apartment overlooking the beach. Two of the deceased are the parents of Barry Wilkinson, one of Clyde’s childhood friends, a man he hasn’t seen since Clyde donned the khaki and left for war. Wilkinson engages Clyde to discover the identity of a mysterious woman who has been left a huge sum of money in his father’s will. On the surface, what appears to be a straightforward case evolves into a complex story of deception, lies, violence and murder. Relationships are tested, new ones formed and Clyde discovers that those connections that seem unrelated are closely linked behind a veil of secrecy. The early summer of 1957 is a time in which Clyde nearly loses everything he holds dear—his own life included—all because of two couples who died while playing bridge at the beach. Excerpt My awareness of Harry’s arrival was having my swimming trunks pulled down to my ankles then a grinning redhead surfacing between Mark and me. “Take your foot off my cozzies, Jones,” I said, trying not to laugh and vainly struggling to pull them back on. “Did he pants you?” Mark asked. “Yes, and if it wasn’t for you, Mark,” Harry said, “I’d be twirling them over my head and racing him to the beach.” A large wave slapped us in the face; we’d been so busy laughing none of us had spotted it. “I’ve ordered a float for Mark,” Harry said to me. “Do you think you could pick it up while I chat with my favourite dick?” “Don’t take him out too far,” I replied, smiling at Harry’s purposeful innuendo. Mark’s eye-roll was slight, but noticeable. “I’m not totally clueless, Clyde. I know he can’t swim. I just want to show him how to use the float and see if we can’t catch a few waves.” “All right. See you in a bit.” I put my shoulder into the next decent breaker and body-surfed to the beach. I recognised the lad in charge of the float rentals. We locals called them floats or floaters, but to visitors they were known by their brand name: Surfoplanes. The long black rubber blow-up surfboard-type things were very popular with people from the western suburbs who weren’t used to swimming in the ocean. They were very cheap: only sixpence an hour to hire. “How’s it going, Barney?” I asked. “I thought you were working for my mate Craig at his pool these days?” “Nice to see you, Mr. Smith,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the front of my swimmers. “When are you going to wear those sexy yellow speedos I keep hearing about?” “You know I’m taken, Barney, and you get to see me naked nearly every morning at the pool …” “Yes, but somehow the way men fill out their cozzies and imagining what’s hidden in them is far more alluring than the bare truth … not that you’ve got anything to worry about on either count, Mr. Smith.” I shook my head at his wink and was about to ask him sarcastically how he knew what the word “alluring” meant when I heard someone call out my name. “Here, take your float, Mr. Smith,” Barney said. “I just need to nick off for a second.” It was when I turned that I understood Barney’s sudden disappearance. “Hello, Clyde,” the policeman said. “Gidday, Dave. What brings you down to the beach … and in uniform?” “Looking for D.S. Dioli. He told me this morning at work that he was having a half day off and spending the afternoon at the beach with you and your mate Luka Praz.” “He’s in the water. Want me to get him for you?” “Bloody hot day like this, I’m tempted to take my clobber off and go fetch him myself.” “Problems at work?” “Yeah, bad one, Clyde. Four dead. Looks like a suicide pact.” I whistled softly. “Where?” He turned and pointed to the north end of the beach. “Baden Street, number five, top floor.” “What, the Wilkinsons’ place?” “You know them?” “Sure thing, Dave. I hauled Sidney Wilkinson into the nick countless times just after I first started. Petty stuff, mostly: handling stolen goods, moneylending, associating with known criminals. He was the lowest of the low back then, but out of the blue opened a jewellery shop up at Peter’s Corner and seemed to have gone straight. Suicide? You said there were four dead?” “I don’t know much about it yet. But the D.I. told me to bring D.S. Dioli in; he wants him on the case.” I snorted. Typical of Brendan, telling Mark to fuck off and take a break because he was annoyed with him, next minute calling him into work by sending a constable on the first half day Mark had taken in ages. Although Brendan was a very close friend, when it came to business there were very strict lines never to be crossed that sometimes challenged our friendship. “Are we still on for tonight, Clyde?” “Of course we are. Last revision on forensic procedures, after which you’ll piss in your detective’s exam on Thursday morning.” “What will I bring?” “Just yourself. I’m cooking Moroccan food. Harry will be home at half six—he’s in charge of dessert—and we’ll eat around half past seven if that suits you.” “Thanks. I owe you one.” “You owe me more than one, Dave. But seeing I used to babysit you when you were a toddler, I feel you’re part of the family. Now, I better go get Mark.” “Clyde …” “Yes, mate?” “There’s another personal thing I want to talk to you about sometime. Can I take you out for a bite to eat or for a beer sometime?” “Why not tonight over dinner? Harry’s trustworthy.” “I’d rather it be just between you and me.” “Trouble with Katie?” “Well … sort of, but as I said, it’s personal.” “Any night but Wednesday, Dave.” “Thanks, Clyde.” As I ran down the beach with the float under my arm, I glanced up over the north end. Had I not been looking for them, I may not have noticed how many cars were parked outside number 5 Baden Street. About the Author From the outback to the opera. After a thirty-year career as a professional opera singer, performing as a soloist in opera houses and in concert halls all over the world, I took up a position as lecturer in music in Australia in 1999, at the Central Queensland Conservatorium of Music, which is now part of CQ University. Brought up in Australia, between the bush and the beaches of the Eastern suburbs, I retired in 2015 and now live in the tropics, writing, gardening, and finally finding time to enjoy life and to re-establish a connection with who I am after a very busy career on the stage and as an academic. Author Links Blog/Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram Happy Cinco de Mayo, Snippeteers! My snippet this week is from Scintilla. Righting himself, Brandon tread water and watched as Raul knifed through the water beneath him. Werewolves, at least Brandon’s werewolf, were amazing in the water no matter what form they took. The muscles of Raul’s thick legs, back and shoulders alternately bulged and flexed, rippling smoothly as he kicked to the far end of the pool. The water offered Raul no resistance, instead he took on the fluid, powerful properties of the water. Raul breached the surface, took a breath, flipped around and swam underwater back the way he’d come. Brandon’s heartrate ratcheted higher, his breathing quickened, and his cock swelled watching Raul transform from completely human form to mostly werewolf. He dove to the bottom of the pool then shot toward the surface, coming up behind Brandon. Even in the water Brandon felt the scratch and tingle along the backs of his legs, across his buttocks and up his spine from Raul’s body hair. Read more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Scintilla is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.
NEW RELEASE Book Title: Jagged Ends Author: Thom Collins Publisher: Pride Publishing Cover Artist: Kelly Martin Release Date: April 30, 2024 Genre. Contemporary M/M Romance Tropes: Suspense, thriller, small town Themes: Second chance, revenge Length: 61 912 words/ 248 pages Heat Rating: 4 flames It’s a standalone romance that forms part of a wider series and does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links Publisher | Universal Amazon Link | Kobo Jerico is about to meet two figures from his past. One filled with love, the other consumed by vengeance. Blurb The coastal town of Nyemouth is the perfect location for celebrity chef Jerico Osman to fulfil a lifetime ambition. With it’s stunning harbour and brisk holiday trade, there’s no better place for him to open his first restaurant. It’s a dream that has been a decade in the making. But there’s another attraction in Nyemouth, one Jerico was completely unaware of. Andy Quinn is content with his life. He has a great job managing Quay House, the popular waterfront hotel, and a peaceful home with a cat called Patches. Andy spent his twenties working in the cruise industry, exploring the world and has finally settled in his home town of Nyemouth. Those years at sea were a time of adventure and discovery, including a ship bound romance with a young Jerico. After fifteen years, Andy doubts the famous chef will even remember him, but from the moment they reconnect, the time they spent apart falls away. Andy isn’t the only figure from Jerico’s past. A week before the restaurant is due to open, an act of reckless sabotage puts everything he cares about in danger, including Andy. Jerico has made an enemy, someone who will stop at nothing to see his long-realised dream become a nightmare. As a plan for vengeance is played out, who will survive until the end? Fall in love with compelling new characters and rediscover some old favourites in the fifth and final instalment of the Jagged Shores series. Excerpt The evenings in Nyemouth were beautiful in the summer, when the blue sky was transformed to the most startling shades of purple, pink and red. It was Andy’s favourite time of the year, and tonight, it was even better, as he walked the South Point cliff with Jerico. “It reminds me of all those sunsets we saw when we were at sea,” Jerico remarked. Andy nodded his agreement. “I come up here a lot when I have the time, if I get finished at the hotel early enough. It helps me to relax. At this time of year, there’s nothing I like more.” “It seems like you’ve always been drawn to the sea.” “Mmm, probably. I grew up at the coast, worked on ships. I can’t imagine ever being far away from it.” He was aware of Jerico watching him and tried to keep his gaze on the path ahead, though the temptation to turn and feast his own eyes was huge. Instead, he filled his lungs with the salty air coming from the water. Up here, the sticky heat of the hotel and the town centre was forgotten. “What did you do?” Jerico asked. “After we lost touch. You have me at a disadvantage. You can find out about me online, everything I’ve ever done is there. But you, apart from your professional CV, there’s nothing.” Now Andy could not resist looking at him, raising a bemused eyebrow. “So, you’ve been cyber-stalking me?” “Doesn’t everyone?” His brown skin looked glorious in the evening light. Andy’s mouth was dry. Jerico looked more handsome than he’d ever known him. How had they come to be here, after all this time? Andy knew he wasn’t dreaming. This was very real. He wet his lips. “It’s a similar story to your own. I kept working at sea until I was around thirty.” “Doing the same as before? Excursions and tours?” “For a while, yes. But when I moved to another cruise company, an opportunity arose to join the hotel management side of the ship, and I found I enjoyed that even more. I became Deputy Hotel Manager after just two years. I loved being on the ships. I’m so glad I did all that. For a young guy in his twenties to travel the world and see all those places, how many people are lucky enough to do that?” Jerico nodded. “It was great, though I don’t miss the force-eleven gales and ten-metre waves.” Andy laughed. “Yeah, I think I’ve pushed those to the back of my mind and just remember the calm waters and sunsets.” “I remember some really bad nights, trying to sing and dance while the stage was going up and down beneath my feet.” He gave a dramatic shudder and chuckled. “But look at it now,” Andy said, gesturing to the peaceful North Sea. Tonight, there wasn’t even a white cap to ruffle its surface. “When I see it like this, I do miss being out there.” “Would you ever go back? To working on the ships?” “Nah. Been there, done that. I’m happy here. I’ve got my dream job and my family close by. I’ve seen almost all the world has to offer, so now I’m content to stay home. How about you?” “I’ve done a couple of themed culinary cruises in the last few years—guest speaking and cookery demonstrations, that kind of thing. It’s a lot different on the other side. The guest staterooms are a lot nicer than those tiny crew cabins we had to stay in.” “I’ll bet. That’s something I’ve never done, experiencing a cruise ship from a passenger perspective. I imagine it’s a different world from what we were used to.” “Yeah, but when you’re young, you don’t care, do you? You just need a place to sleep and shag. They could have put me in a cupboard, and I’d have been happy.” He gave Andy a flirtatious wink. “I remember what you were like, all right.” They paused and stood side by side and looking out to sea together. For a moment, Andy lost himself in those memories…of standing on the deck of a ship or the shores of exotic countries with Jerico. Were those the best days of his life? No, he decided. The best days were still ahead of him. Be positive and keep moving forward. It had gone eight o’clock. “I’m getting hungry,” he said. “Do you fancy something to eat?” “Starving,” Jerico said. “What do you suggest?” Check out the other books in the Jagged Shores series About the Author Jagged Ends is Thom Collins’ tenth novel. As well as the Jagged Shores series, he is the author of the Anthem Trilogy andCloser by Morning. He has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and cat. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a dislike of flying that gets worse with age. Since 2013 he prefers to see the world by sea. Check out his website for news updates and a free ebook The Night. Social Media Links Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Newsletter Sign-up Giveaway Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win one of 5 ebook copies of Jagged Ends 🔥🔥🔥🔥Read in Kindle Unlimited! Listen with #Audible!🔥🔥🔥🔥 What if your life was a lie? From the outside Jay’s life seems idyllic, a twenty-something, runs his family’s business with high disposable income and freedom. The reality, is Jay’s life is dictated by a bigoted, controlling, abusive father who insists Jay simply can’t be gay. Jay yearns for his own life with a dominant man, but it’s an out-of-reach pipe dream. When he meets trained Dom, Eric, the most Jay can hope for is the occasional one-night-stand or quick fling. Eric has his heart set on Jay, and not only for more than one night. Jay is the type of sub Eric could easily spend the rest of his life with, fall in love with. While trying to navigate winning Jay’s love, Eric’s life is further complicated by chasing down a killer who may be something other than human. When Jay is targeted, Eric wants only to protect him. Can he save Jay’s life and win his heart as well? Wyatt grabbed Val around the waist and hoisted him to his feet. “We gotta get outta here before he comes back. What do you remember?”
“Uh, he shot you with a Taser. I guess that’s what it was. You looked like you were having a seizure.” Val’s face paled, and his voice trembled. “I think technically that’s what was happening.” Wyatt gave Val a squeeze and tried to laugh a little, but it came out weak. “I jumped Kevin from behind, which I found out too late was a bad idea. He’s like some ninja sumo wrestler. You guys are fuckin’ scary sometimes,” Val said. “You actually jumped on his back?” Wyatt asked. When Val nodded, Wyatt continued, “Don’t ever do that. You really just give your opponent the upper hand.” “Thanks, now you tell me. He had the advantage all right. I can kick ass virtually, but in real life, not so much.” Wyatt rubbed one hand over Val’s hair and pressed his lips to Val’s forehead. “You do perfectly.” They leaned on one another and crossed the few feet to the smaller of the two doors. Wyatt tried the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. “Jammed or locked from the outside somehow. Let’s try the bay door, though I suppose that’s locked as well.” He tried to open the bigger door, but it was indeed locked. “Got your phone?” Wyatt let go of Val and patted himself down. “Mine is gone.” Val leaned against the small section of wall between the two doors and searched his pockets. He shook his head. “No.” “Well, it was a long shot he’d leave us with a way to call for help.” Wyatt turned and took another look around the unit. “There was a tool chest here. Kevin probably took that, too.” He noted the fire extinguisher he’d seen earlier had been removed from its holder. A shiver worked its way down his spine, and an urgent need to get out tickled at the base of his skull. “No, I bet he never saw it. I kept tripping over it, so I shoved it back there.” Val pointed to a spot near the far end of the room. Snow was blowing in through the door, and it was easy to see it was still light outside. He pushed himself up so he was kneeling on the floor and looked at his watch. He’d been unconscious a little less than an hour. As he looked around the garage, it became painfully clear he was alone. He managed to get to his feet with another inadvertent moan, and his joints throbbed and protested his actions. Linden stumbled to the door, leaned in the doorway, and stared outside. The parking lot was empty, and in every direction he looked, he saw nothing but snow, trees, and apparently empty buildings. “Tyler! McCall, answer me!” Linden shouted, but his words were dashed away by the wind. Read all the great snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Bait is available in eBook, paperback and through Kobo Plus.
Right now it's $2.99 for the eBook. NEW RELEASE Book Title: The Sorcerer’s Gambit (The Ring of Worlds, Book 2) Author: C.S. Harris Publisher: A New Reality Publishing Cover Artist: Christopher S. Harris Release Date: April 25, 2024 Genre: Urban fantasy, epic fantasy, polyamory Tropes: Lovers reunited after a long separation, heroes Themes: Coming together, being free, self-discovery, making a life Heat Rating: 2 - 3 flames Length: 93 000 words/337 pages It is not standalone story and ends on a cliffhanger. Book 3 comes out this summer. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited Love, Longing, Great Magic, and a Fat Orange Cat. Blurb Alex, Imara, and Sirenī thwarted the Unified Government's relentless edicts and fled their homeworld of Gaea to seek refuge elsewhere in the Ring of Worlds. Hunted by the elite squadrons of Zeta Force and the Tèng Empire's Dragon Guard, the Three encountered a new problem as soon as they arrived on Earth: Jack Carter, the man tasked with killing them. Carter expected to kill the Three or die trying, but instead, he traveled along with them. The four strangers must settle into a new life on their adopted world with the people they first met: Jordan McInerney and Richard Bryson. Maria McInerney, Jordan’s grandmother, helped Alex, Imara, and Sirenī decades before when they briefly stopped on Earth during their quest to defeat Sogma. Meeting Jordan is like coming full circle, and the travelers work to settle into their new life. While adjusting to Earth, the people of Gaea quickly realize that their grand reunion was merely the beginning of their journey. Not everything on Earth is as it seems, and the dark magic of the necromancer has yet to manifest. Please note: The central narrative follows a group of main characters engaged in a polyamorous relationship. Initially, the relationship comprises one man and two women, evolving to include an additional man, forming a balanced quartet where each individual shares a deep, equitable connection with the others. Although the story is rooted in the genres of epic and urban fantasy, rather than romance, it includes moments of intimacy that encompass a spectrum of orientations and identities, including interactions among women, men, and supernatural beings such as vampires. Additionally, the narrative features a secondary character who identifies as non-binary. The same gender relations are blatant. Excerpt “Carter says those two people have been following us since we left the house,” Jordan whispered to Imara and Sirenī as she pretended to browse the women’s clothes. “He added that if you don’t do something about it, he will.” “I know,” Imara said placidly. “They’ve been talking about us. I think they’re also flirting, but I’m not certain.” Jordan watched Imara turn her gaze to Sirenī; she swore she could feel a conversation between them even though neither said a word. After a few seconds, Imara smiled and glanced at the suspected spies. The man looked to be in his forties, while the woman seemed younger. She was an athletic-looking natural blonde, clearly of Scandinavian extraction, and had bright blue eyes. They weren’t as luminous as Alex’s, but they had that icy look that so many people found alluring. “We’ll handle it,” Sirenī assured Jordan. “I’d prefer not to make a scene. Muscles probably isn’t the most discreet at things like this.” *** Drëndi breezed by in feigned excitement as she looked at a shirt that, Brent thought, would flatter her lithe, fit form. Contemplating Drëndi’s fitness made him think of his own, which was poor. Watching the jacked fellow who’d gone into the dressing room made him think about his health. Brent wasn’t obese and out of shape, but he wasn’t as fit as his partner, either. She took her health more seriously than he took his, but maybe it was time for him to change that. Fabric rustled nearby. He looked up from the shirt he was pretending to contemplate and froze for an instant as he stared into the sharp eyes of one of the two women. She stood two steps away, studying him. Damn it! How’d she get so close? *** Drëndi flinched and clapped a hand to her cheek. It felt like someone just flicked her! She looked around and saw one of the women they’d been surveilling next to Brent. The woman raised a hand and beckoned haughtily, and Drëndi slunk over, still rubbing her cheek. “Did you do that?” she asked the stranger. The PID agent was more curious than upset. The woman stood still and appeared to study Drëndi and Brent. She noticed that the stranger’s pupils didn’t contract or dilate, but was that odd? Walmart’s lighting wasn’t great. The woman spoke; her voice was calm and strangely resonant. Drëndi looked at her partner and wondered if the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, too. “I did. I’m curious why you’ve been following us. I’ve heard you two talking about us since you were out in the parking lot.” She paused, then added, “And Carter noticed you following us in your vehicle when we left the house.” “Huh…” Brent grunted. He looked at Drëndi, and she knew he was thinking the same thing: if the stranger had heard the two agents talking from such a distance, her hearing was well beyond the average. “That’s some sharp hearing you have,” her partner observed. Drëndi looked at him like, Really, Brent? He shrugged with a small, crooked smile. “You have no idea,” the woman said dryly. She narrowed her dark eyes slightly. “We’re not being secretive, you know. My name is Imara Inanna. My companions are Sirenī Adamma and Jack Carter. Our Earthen companion is Jordan McInerney. Now, why are you following us?” About the Author I'm an artist and author who's been crafting stories since my childhood. My debut series, 'The Ring of Worlds,' is inspired by my love of high-fantasy and science fiction. When I'm not writing, I enjoy gaming, reading, and exploring new worlds—real and imaginary. Author Links Artemis Glass has a new FF contemporary romance out: The Paradox of Love and Death. And there's a giveaway. Funeral crashing has been the best way for Noemi Moretti to release her pent-up emotions after the death of her parents. But on the anniversary of their passing, she meets Amara Forsythe, a beautiful UCLA student mourning her grandmother. Fate brings them together again at another funeral, but Noemi hides her true intentions from Amara. As their relationship blossoms, so do the lies that threaten to tear them apart. Can Noemi find a way to make things right before it's too late? The Paradox of Love and Death follows Noemi as she navigates through her grief and falls for Amara. But with secrets and guilt weighing heavily on her conscience, Noemi must confront the consequences of her actions before it's too late. Fans of emotional and thought-provoking sapphic romances will love this poignant tale of love, loss, and what it means to truly live. As their connection deepens, so do the lies, and Noemi doesn’t know how to make it right. She soon becomes caught in a tangled mess that threatens to tear her, and her burgeoning relationship, apart. For readers who enjoyed The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid, you won't want to miss out on this powerful and heartfelt novel. The Paradox of Love and Death is a profound and heart-tugging sapphic adult romance about death, love, and what it really means to be alive. Warnings: grief, loss of loved ones, abortion, family dysfunction, depression Get It On AmazonGiveaway Artemis is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47311/? Excerpt Amara looks at me and her eyes widen. “Oh my God. It really has. My grandmother’s funeral on the same day as my ex-best-friend’s funeral, and then I get caught up in the horribly tragic family soap opera that was his life? It’s been the shittiest day of my life." “I’m so sorry,” I say. I rest my right hand on her elbow as a gesture of sympathy and kindness. She responds by wrapping her fingertips around my wrist. Her touch feels like something more than kindness. It feels intimate. It feels like an invitation. “What I can’t understand,” she says, her voice shifting ever so slightly. “If it’s been the shittiest day of my life, then why do I feel so, I don’t know… like, jittery—but almost happy right now? Why do I feel like—like I have butterflies flitting around inside my ribcage?” I feel her graze the length of my fingers. “Why do you have butterflies flitting around inside your ribcage?” I ask, my own heartbeat suddenly flitting wildly, too. “Because,” she whispers. “I really want to kiss you.” “Oh.” “Is that okay?” I nod and let her tug me closer to her. She wraps her fingers around mine and breathes in my hair. I feel the soft skin of her fingertips trace my jaw. She moans, and I feel my whole body alight with possibility. I haven’t felt like this since Valeria—and we haven’t even kissed yet. Fuck, is this really happening? I pull back. What am I doing? Am I really going to make out with a stranger at a funeral? Her hands loosen in response to my hesitance. “Shit, sorry,” she says. “I thought I felt something between us. I shouldn’t have—” “I want to kiss you, too,” I hear myself say, and then I pull her towards me. I place my lips on hers, and I feel her body relax and her mouth smile. Our kiss is clumsy at first—we nearly bump noses, we’re both so nervous. Once we move past our awkwardness, though, we settle into each other’s touch, each other’s breath, each other’s rhythm. Amara’s lips are soft, her skin smooth. The coarse tips of her long curls graze my cheeks, my forehead. Every time she steals another taste of tongue, every time she bites my bottom lip, ever so gently, she whimpers in pleasure. My own body is enlivened, too. It’s been so long. This feels so good. Fuck. I am making out with a stranger at a funeral. This might be a new low, even for me. Author Bio Artemis Glass is a multi-genre author of sensually empowering queer adult romance who is on a lifelong journey to reclaim her sources of pleasure. Her first full-length queer adult romance, The Paradox of Love and Death, is a profound and heart-tugging sapphic HEA about love, death, and what it really means to be alive. Available now on Amazon/KU. Her Amazon bestselling series, Audrina’s Year of Yearning, follows Audrina Axler-Perez as she undergoes a funny, joyful, and spicy LGBTQ+ midlife awakening. The novellas, Book 1: A New Year and Book 2: Valentines, Book 3: Lucky, and Book 4: True Colors now available! More coming all year. (Insert Michael Scott joke here.) Author Website: https://www.artemisglassbooks.com/ Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/artemisglassbooks/ Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100090104731744 Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/artemisglassbooks/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/24295606.Artemis_Glass Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/artemisglassbooks |
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