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Blast from the Past - Enemies to Lovers - THE ONE

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Blurb:

Hunter has trained all of his life to become a hero. Now he has his chance. A great evil has invaded the land and the royal seer has dreamed that there is only one man who can save them.

A Gathering Quest has been launched by the king to find the “One’ in the seer’s dream, the ‘One’ who will save them. Hunter has had dreams too, frightening dreams. For that reason, he eagerly heads to the castle to meet this seer to determine if he is indeed the One.' But the seer disappears before Hunter reaches the castle. Now Hunter’s only choice is to launch his own quest to find the missing psychic. But the ever mischievous Tome, a man who drives Hunter crazy with his endless pursuit of being the best and his relentless acts of sexual harassment, somehow ends up handcuffed to him. 

To make matters even worse, Tome insists now he will accompany Hunter on his quest – to protect him. Being handcuffed together, Hunter can hardly refuse. But how can Hunter save the world if he has to constantly battle a very demanding Tome’s advances? More importantly, how can he save himself from falling for this man with the dazzling smile?

Excerpt

"Tell me your dream," Tome whispered.

Hunter blinked a few times as he came back from that mind-bending kiss and he took a moment or two to focus. He cleared his throat as he pushed Tome's arms away.

"No. No. I'm not telling you my dream." Exactly why he wouldn't was well beyond his ability at the moment to remember.

"That's too bad."

"Why?"

Tome reached behind him and pulled out a pair of hand restraints consisting of two metal hinged rings attached together with a length of chain. He slapped one of the rings on his own right wrist, locking it, then reached out quickly and locked the other ring on Hunter's left wrist.

Whatever confusion the kiss had caused melted away immediately.

"What the fuck?"

Hunter got up, stumbling back, but Tome pulled hard on the hand with the restraint, hauling Hunter back toward him and down until Hunter's face was right in front of Tome's.

"Look. I told you I'm not stupid but I just realized you drugged my ale. This is the only way I am going to be able to make sure you don't go anywhere without me."

"You… you…! Where did you get these?"

"I ran into a jailer in the hallway. I took them off of him. He never even noticed. I originally thought they might come in handy later. I like the thought of you naked and helpless while I do… stuff…" He smirked. "But… well, this works too. You got the drugs from Palvian, didn't you? What did you tell him? That you couldn't sleep?"

Hunter was surprised and shocked, reacting once again at the thought Tome put in his head of being bound while Tome had free rein of his body.

"Yeah, that's right. I did." His voice was raspy. As much as that image made him weak in the knees, as much as he wanted to allow that fantasy to play out, at least in his mind, he now had a bigger problem. "Where's the key?"

"Like I would tell you."

Hunter yanked Tome to a standing position. He put his shackled hand on Tome's shoulder and started to go through Tome's pockets with his free hand, padding and feeling for that small metal object.

"That tickles!" Tome laughed, but there was no doubt in Hunter's mind, the man was enjoying the search far too much.

"Where is it?" Hunter looked up into Tome's grinning face. "Where the fuck is it?"

Tome grabbed Hunter's free hand and pulled it down, rubbing the flat palm across his bulge. "There's one place you haven't checked yet… maybe if you rub hard enough… long enough… something will come out…"

Anger and desperation rose quickly to the surface of Hunter's muddled brain. He pulled free of Tome's grasp, reached further down and grabbed Tome's balls. He squeezed hard through the thin fabric. Tome cried out and bent over, his forehead coming to rest on Hunter's shoulder.

Hunter growled. "Are you going to tell me?"

Tome pushed Hunter's hand away. "Well, that's one way to kill the mood." He moaned as he readjusted himself. "But the key is not on me."

"Then where the fuck is it?"

"Don't worry. It'll show up… in about twenty-four hours… or later… I've been a little"—Tome held his fist to his chest and belched—"irregular lately…"

Hunter's eyes flew open wide. "Are you kidding me? You fucking swallowed it?"

Tome gave him one of his brilliant smiles.

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Blast from the Past - HOW WEST WAS WON

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Blurb:

Jake is on a much-needed vacation when he receives a desperate call from Alan, his former boyfriend. Against his better judgment, Jake comes to Alan’s aid. But when the men become stranded in the middle of nowhere, Alan is determined to get to town before the sun sets rather than spend the night in the car. Unfortunately, they have to cut across private property to do it. Since it’s trespassing, they could get arrested

—or surrounded by a bunch of cowboys hell bent on teaching the trespassers a lesson.

Thankfully, a muscular, stunning cowboy named Colton shows up to save the day. But he’s not about to let Jake off easy. It seems there are still a few lessons to be learned, and it looks like they might involve leather, some handcuffs, and a suspiciously high, padded trunk...

Special Excerpt:

Doug and Rob headed in the direction of Jake’s car, and Mark moved his horse closer to Alan. “You’ll have to ride on my horse, Mr. Gregory. Have you ever ridden on a horse?”

“Fuck, no! And I’m not riding on a horse!”

Mark looked back to Colton, who once again raised a single eyebrow. “It’s getting late, Mr. Gregory. You have one of two choices. Either ride with Mark to the ranch, where he will take you to the bus station—in a truck, of course—or he will escort you back to the vehicle where you will remain for the night. Alone. Which will it be?”

Jake knew Alan would not consider that a choice.

“Fine. I’ll ride that stinky thing. How the hell do I get up there?”

Mark reached down and effortlessly hauled Alan up to sit behind him. “Hang on.” With that, Mark turned his horse and galloped in the same direction the others had. Jake smiled when he saw Alan fling his arms around Mark’s waist and scream, burying his head into Mark’s back. Then Jake looked back at Colton.

Colton was watching him intently. “Looks like it’s just you and me…boy.”

“Yes, sir. It does.” Jake raised his chin. “What do you want me to do?” Once again, Jake could not keep the smirk from his face. He was begging for another beating, he knew it. Colton was not gay. Several times he had taken in the man’s groin and there had never been a change. Even with all the flirting.

“Mr. Harmon, I do believe you are indeed a brat. I may have to whip that out of you.”

“Yes, sir. You can try, sir.”

“You will have to ride on my horse as well, Mr. Harmon. Think you can do that?”

Jake looked at the large animal and how high up the saddle was. For the first time, his heart fluttered and not in a good way. He watched as Colton swung himself up into that saddle and swallowed hard when Colton extended his hand, like Mark had done for Alan. “Shit. That’s really high up there, isn’t it?”

“No fear, Mr. Harmon…Jake. May I call you Jake?”

Jake swallowed again, thinking how fucking sexy it was that Colton had just said his name, all throaty and rough. “Sure, sir.”

“No fear, Jake. I’ll make sure you don’t fall off. Trust me.”

Oh yeah. Great words. He reached up and let the big hand surround his own, then the next thing he knew, he was in the saddle. But unlike Alan, Jake sat in front of Colton. Colton’s strong arm circled his waist, pulling Jake tight against the big man’s warm chest.

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A Blast from the Past

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About the book:

I love Lake Superior.  Dark blue and cold year around, its shores consisting of rock instead of sand, it is not a very inviting lake. But its beauty is in its power, in its strength.  A ton of legends surround it.  As a kid one of the school trips we could choose at the end of the year was Duluth.  We would all pile on the bus and would be dumped at Camden Park which was really a park back then.  Today it is lined with hotels and shops and a board walk that runs along the shore which turns into a beautiful walking/biking trail and extends for about two miles.  Very touristy and if you are fortunate enough to be able to live in Duluth, you probably hate it. But back then it was simply a city park where you brought along a loaf of bread to feed the crazy sea gulls and if you were really lucky, you would get to see a freighter come in.  Camden Park is right next to the Duluth pier, where freighters sound out their horns, telling the lift bridge if they are “lakers” or “saltys”.  Then of course the lift bridge answers them back.  Very loud.  The kids love it.   But the huge ships pass so close that if you are standing on the pier it takes up your whole field of vision.  It’s almost as if you can reach out and touch them. 

When I started writing The Superior Jewel I actually couldn’t put it in Duluth although I do intimate it.  If you know anything about Duluth you would know it is nowhere near the Apostle Islands.  To actually tour the islands by boat you would have to travel to Bayfield, Wisconsin, which is only an hour and a half from Duluth by road but a whole lot farther by water.  Plus, there is no four hour dinner cruise that takes you in and around the islands, I made that up.  I wish there were though. We once, as a family, spent a weekend on Madeline Island, the biggest and only “inhabited” island in the group and that was only on the south side.  Although there were tons of hiking trails, the rest of the island was wild.  It was also very strange knowing that at a particular time in the night you would no longer have access to the mainland.  All ferries stopped running thereby cutting us off from the rest of civilization.  I would do it again in a heartbeat. 

It was fun creating my characters and giving them the same love for the lake and the Apostle Islands as I have.  Even though I do not spend a lot of time explaining them I think you can still feel that passion in the story.  I hope you give it a try. 

To entice you a little more, here is an excerpt:

“Come on, Cheyenne. Please? This table is fine.” Ryan tried to whisper the words, incredibly embarrassed the waiter stood right behind him with a frown, basically tapping his foot. He hadn’t had the time or the courage to look and find Jansen Branwyth. All he knew was Jansen did not grace any of the tables closest to this one and so this was the best table in the house as far as he was concerned.

“No! I want one closer to the windows.” She huffed, stomping her small foot and pointing farther into the large space.

“But, Cheyenne, you’ve made it clear you don’t even like Lake Superior. Why do you suddenly have to sit near a window?” Although Ryan would not have minded in the least. But as he looked in the direction she’d been pointing, his heart began to race. Shit. There he fucking sat—at a table totally alone and watching them. Well, watching Cheyenne, which had to be the reason she wanted to sit over there. Could this night get any worse?

“I am sorry, ma’am”—the waiter fidgeted nervously—“but this is the table assigned to you and your guest. Please accept my sincere apologies if this table is not to your expectations.”

“No,” Ryan pleaded. “This table is fine. Thank you.” He turned again to Cheyenne. “Please, Cheyenne. Let’s just get through this night, okay?” He took the chair the waiter held for her and told her with his eyes to sit down.

She stood for a moment glaring at him, then walked to a chair on the other side of the table, most likely so she would face Jansen. She waited for Ryan to come around to seat her. Ryan let out a breath, simply grateful she gave in. Besides, better she face Jansen, because he sure as hell didn’t want to. His stomach was still doing little flips every time he thought about the man. He had a very real longing to talk with Jansen some more. But he also had that same desire welling up inside him he’d had the first time they’d met. And those strong feelings were extremely confusing and frightening. However, right now he was more embarrassed of those feelings than anything else.
He walked over to the chair and pulled it out for Cheyenne. She slowly and artfully sat, pulling on her too-tight dress and making a show of placing the napkin in her lap.

She looked up at Ryan with murder in her eyes. “Fine,” she said under her breath, “but you owe me.”

Ryan gave her a smile, knowing it came out more like a grimace. He made his way to the chair he’d originally held for her, sat, and looked up at the waiter. “Scotch and soda—easy on the soda—please?”

The waiter smiled a warm grateful smile at Ryan. “Of course, sir.” Then he turned toward Cheyenne, the smile disappearing, returning to nervousness again. “And for the ma’am?”

Cheyenne shot the waiter a glare. “Quit hovering! Bring me a cosmo.”

Ryan touched the waiter’s arm when he turned back to Ryan. “Thank you.”

The waiter beamed. “Please, sir, call me Alfred.” He bowed slightly and left.


“What now, Ryan? You flirting with the wait staff?” She laughed.

Ryan blushed hard yet again. Crap. Flirting? Maybe, but not with the wait staff. However, he definitely had been flirting with a man. One Mr. Jansen Branwyth to be specific. He knew she had no clue how close to the truth she had come but it still made him dizzy…and pissed. His drink could not get here soon enough.

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