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text 2019-02-25 11:00
Blog Tour Spotlight with Excerpt! Finders Keepers by P.G. Forte!




Welcome to Monday, Readers! Today, I am spotlighting Finders Keepers – A scifi ménage romance by P.G. Forte! Enjoy and don’t forget to add Finders Keepers to your shelves!






Author: PG Forte
Publisher: Chapultepec Press
Pages: 150
Genre: SFR/Menage



Sometimes finding what you want is the easy part. 


Caleb is a bionic soldier with little-to-no memory of his past. Aldo's an undercover cop who's searching for the man who got away. Then there's Sally, an ER physician who used to be married to Aldo's late partner, Davis. Sally's just looking for a reason to keep on getting up every day. 


This holiday season, chance will bring them together and give them an opportunity to help one another find what they each want most. But every gift comes with a price. And keeping what they've found once they've found it? Yeah, that's gonna be the hard part.




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Chapter One

I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future.
The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.
—A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens


Detective Aldo Nash could almost hear his brain humming as it worked to categorize the myriad scents tingeing the cool night air: cedar and sea spray, dry asphalt, cooling car engine, and most potent of all, the warm, aroused flesh of the man Aldo had pinned beneath him.

Aldo slid practiced hands over the slim, partially clad form, and the man moaned softly in response, his whole body writhing instinctively closer as he arched into Aldo’s touch. Aldo pulled in another heady lungful and smiled in contentment. On nights like these, he purely loved his job.

He couldn’t say working undercover for the Oakland PD had exactly been a lifelong dream, but Aldo’s brief stint in the army had left him uniquely qualified for it all the same, and largely unqualified for anything else. When the USA was formally dissolved following the economic collapse of the 2020s and what was left of the military was fully privatized, the idea of patriotism lost its meaning. Losing Kyle on top of that had left Aldo with no clear idea of what he wanted to do with his life.

After giving college a try, Aldo had signed up for the police academy on a whim. Unexpectedly, he found his niche. Now he derived a lot of satisfaction from knowing he was helping to prevent future crimes from happening, rather than hoping to solve those that had already occurred. He got to be proactive, stay one step ahead of the bad guys rather than the other way around. But the bottom line was proficiency. He was damned good at what he did.

Not to take away from any natural ability to dissemble he might have inherited from his late actress mother, but most of his success was due, in no small part, to all the experimental drugs he’d been given by the military. His consciousness had been purposely and methodically expanded, and his brain reconfigured to the point where he could easily exert control over his brain waves and sympathetic nervous system.

In a world where just about every criminal, from the capo dei capi of large, multinational drug cartels to the lowliest of hood-grown thugs, had their own psi-ops tech on speed dial, that kind of advantage was a definite point in Aldo’s favor. No matter how skillful said techs might be at worming their way into other people’s minds and tunneling through their thoughts, with him they could only read what he wanted them to read.

Of course, there were also things about his job he didn’t like. The hours were murder since, apparently, crime rarely slept and when it did, its schedule was crap. The regular debriefings with their in-no-way-optional mind-scrubs were a major headache. Literally. Worst of all, the company he was forced to keep generally sucked, and not in that good kind of way.

That wasn’t the case at the moment, however. No, when it came to his present company, Aldo had absolutely no cause for complaint. Tonight’s operation had him working in tandem with a new partner, an agent on temporary loan from some alphabet agency; Aldo wasn’t sure which one. He hadn’t asked. He didn’t care. As far as he was concerned, it didn’t matter. They were all pretty much the same, and the agent would be gone soon either way. Unless Aldo had missed his guess—a possibility he considered most unlikely—his new partner had been chosen for this assignment based solely on his looks. And Aldo was certainly not unhappy with those either.

He had no idea how much of the other man’s appearance was due to surgical alteration or chemical enhancement, but that was something else he sure as hell didn’t care about. Hot was hot, and Special Agent Caleb Mitchell was just about the hottest thing Aldo had seen in a good long while.

Standing at a hair under six feet, Caleb was just a couple of inches shorter than Aldo. He had fair hair, full lips, broad shoulders atop a dancer’s slim build, and everything about him, from his features to his proportions, was a little too perfect to be real. If the man had a flaw anywhere, Aldo had yet to find it, and not for any lack of searching. Even though they were both pushing forty, only Aldo looked his age. Special Agent Mitchell had obviously been the recent recipient of some highly classified and no doubt heavily restricted cell de-aging therapy, giving him the appearance of a man a good two decades younger than his current chronological age, the lucky bastard.

On second thought, maybe it was Aldo who’d lucked out; he got to look at the bastard, after all.

It was the case the two men were working that had brought them here tonight, to this exclusive private club located high in the Oakland Hills. Aldo’s role in Operation Midas—the elaborate sting the department was running—was to attempt to infiltrate a notorious local group of wealthy, degenerate scumbags. His appearance at tonight’s function, and the apparent arrest that—if everything went as planned—would shortly follow, was supposed to give him the “street cred” he needed in order to gain the scumbags’ trust and acceptance. Disguised as yet another degenerate wannabe, Aldo had done his best all evening to ingratiate himself with the crew. Agent Mitchell, by virtue of his rent boy looks, had been picked to play the part of Aldo’s paid escort or, as Aldo had jokingly told him, to do as he was told and look pretty doing it. He was playing his part very well, in Aldo’s considered opinion, particularly at the moment.

Another gust of air blew across the parking lot. The body stretched beneath Aldo’s shivered, but was it in response to the sudden chill or to the press of Aldo’s fingers that had just breached his opening? Aldo leaned in closer, partially in an attempt to shield Caleb from the cool, night air, partially for the pleasure of pressing himself more firmly against that delectable flesh. “Whattsa matter, darling?” he whispered playfully in the other man’s ear. “Cold?”

Caleb—bent over the hood of the shiny-new Mercedes Aldo had requisitioned for tonight’s operation—glanced up at him and scowled. “Fuck you, Nash. Skip the chitchat, all right? Let’s just get this over with.” Up until that moment, Aldo had found Caleb’s permanently raspy voice a big turn-on, but there was nothing sexy about that angry tone, the gritted teeth, the fury blazing in those jade-green eyes.

Aldo straightened immediately, his fingers slipping free of the other man’s body as he pulled away from him. “What’s your problem all of a sudden? Why you wanna act like such a prick?”

“Gee, I can’t imagine.” Caleb pushed away from the car and busied himself with his clothes, a rented tux of markedly poorer quality than the one Nash wore. He tugged his shirt and pants back into place, then bent to retrieve his jacket.

“That’s it?” Aldo prodded. “That’s all you got to say?”

Caleb shrugged. “Well, it couldn’t possibly have been anything you were doing, right?” He shoved his arms into the jacket’s sleeves before turning to face Aldo. “Look, don’t worry your pretty little head about it, darling. I’m sure your technique gets you rave reviews. You’re probably very popular with all the other boys.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“What it means, Detective, is that while I have no problem helping your ass get arrested, I didn’t know you’d be looking to take things so far.

It’s not my thing. It’s not what I signed up for.”

An ice-cold shower couldn’t have cooled Aldo’s blood any more effectively—or any more quickly either. Screwing the other man in the middle of a parking lot hadn’t been his idea. Well, not entirely his idea. But it was exactly the kind of thing the character he was attempting to portray would have done, and a damn good way to ensure his arrest. Besides, they’d both agreed to it, hadn’t they? Or maybe not. Caleb had been noticeably reticent during the meeting when the plan had been hatched. He’d been reticent during both their meetings. Aldo figured that was just his way. Now, as he frowned back at Caleb, niggling doubts began to displace his complacency. “Bullshit. This is exactly what we discussed. And besides, you…” A brief pause. A deep breath. A cold, hollow feeling in his gut. Fuck. He couldn’t have misread those heated, heartfelt moans…could he? “You were just as much into it as I was.”

“Yeah, okay, Romeo. You keep telling yourself that. Just remember, though, none of this was my idea.”

A hot blush scalded Aldo’s cheeks. “If you really hadn’t wanted it, you should have said something,” he insisted, striving to keep his voice cool.

Caleb quirked an eyebrow at him. “I thought I just did?”

“I meant sooner.”

“What, and spoil all the fun you were having? We wouldn’t have wanted that, would we?”

“Care to elaborate on that?”

“Not particularly, no.” Caleb shrugged. “Anyway, I figured you already knew I wasn’t interested.”

“Are you fucking insane?” Aldo glared at him. “You think I knew and…and what? What the hell were you thinking? You think I’d do that kind of thing for…for fun?”

Caleb blinked. His expression was one of guileless innocence that had to be fake. “Well, sure. Isn’t that kind of the point? Correct me if I’m wrong, Detective, but isn’t that how guys like you get off?”

Nash’s jaw clenched. “Exactly what are you suggesting, Agent Mitchell? What kind of guy am I?”

“Well, I meant gay. But you can take it any way you want. How should I know what kind of kinky shit you’re into?”

“Gay? Meaning you’re not?” A sardonic smile lifted Aldo’s lips. “Now, why am I finding that hard to believe?” He could still recall the feel of the other man’s cock in his hand—stiff, throbbing, dribbling precum. There was no way Aldo had imagined that response. Not gay, my ass.

Caleb shrugged indifferently. “Beats the shit outta me. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s probably unresolved issues from your childhood. Or maybe you just hate having to admit you’re wrong.” Caleb cupped his junk and stroked provocatively over the hard bulge at his groin. It was all Aldo could do to suppress a shiver of need as his gaze tracked the motion. “The way I see it, I already got one dick. It’s right here, see? Conveniently placed and fully functional. So why would I have any need of yours?”

Aldo opened his mouth, ready to point out that Caleb was still hard from what Aldo had been doing to him, but before he got a single word out, Caleb’s expression abruptly changed. Moving swiftly, he grabbed Aldo by the open sides of his shirtfront and yanked him close. “Incoming at two o’clock,” Caleb whispered urgently. “We’re about to get company, and I don’t want to have to do this more than once, so let’s make it look good.” Then he sealed Aldo’s mouth in a passionate-seeming kiss.

Aldo stiffened under Caleb’s assault. What the fuck was the idiot doing now? For the space of two, maybe three heartbeats, Aldo froze, unable to even process what was happening. Then he kissed Caleb back, curving one hand possessively around the back of Caleb’s neck while his other hand made itself at home at Caleb’s waist. The crazy son of a bitch had him tied up in knots. His taste, his kiss, even the sounds he made, they were all so delicious, so familiar, so eerily reminiscent of Kyle. Even the scar that slanted across his midsection did so in exactly the same way as Kyle’s…

Aldo had been with Kyle the night he’d received the wound that made it. He could still recall the helpless panic that had risen inside him as he pressed his hands to Kyle’s abdomen, providing pressure, holding the edges of the torn flesh together as best he could while Kyle’s blood welled between his fingers and his breath stuttered in and out unevenly.

“Don’t die,” Aldo had begged over and over while they waited for help to arrive. “Don’t you fucking do it, Kyle. You hear me? Please…” All the while holding his gaze, not daring to look away, as though by keeping Kyle’s focus he could somehow force him not to lose consciousness, not to leave him…

Aldo’s thumb rubbed back and forth with an increasingly urgent motion, absently caressing the scar. Caleb shuddered again. A thick, needy whimper left his throat. His heart was pounding so hard even Aldo could feel it. When he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss, Caleb followed his lead automatically, tilting his own head in the opposite direction, opening his mouth wider, inviting Aldo’s tongue in to plunder at will.

Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop.

Footsteps echoed on the wet pavement. The soft murmur of laughter forced itself into Aldo’s awareness. He tracked the sounds through the glistening fog with a growing sense of desperation. Closer… Closer… Slow the fuck down, goddamn it! The sooner they got here, the sooner they’d leave. The sooner this kiss would end. Aldo couldn’t stand for that to happen—not yet. He didn’t want this moment to ever be over. But the steady pace of the footsteps continued. Aldo heard a muffled gasp, a shuffling something that could have been a nudge, an answering grunt, then the footsteps sped up and hurried away, growing fainter and fainter until the sound had melted into the ambient distant noises. Car doors slammed. An engine started. Aldo groaned inwardly. Mission accomplished, goddamn it.

Caleb took a deep breath and pushed Aldo away. “And we’re done.”

Aldo’s heart beat savagely. He grabbed Caleb’s wrist and tugged him back against him. “The hell we are.”

Caleb’s hands tightened into fists. “Nash,” he snarled in warning. “Let me go. I will deck you if you don’t take your hands off me, and I mean right the fuck now.”

“Not so fast. That scar on your stomach, how’d you get it?” As he spoke, Aldo pulled Caleb’s shirt out of the way and held it there, exposing the other man’s chest and stomach to his sight. On closer inspection, Caleb’s scar wasn’t exactly identical to Kyle’s, but it was close enough that fifteen years and a few additional surgeries could easily account for the difference. Aldo stared at the wrecked flesh, unable to look away, remembering that long-ago fear. I nearly lost you! But he had lost Kyle, hadn’t he? Maybe not that day, but in the end Aldo had lost him just the same.

“Screw you,” Caleb growled as he yanked his arm free of Aldo’s grip. “It’s none of your fucking business how I got it. Now get off me.”

“Tell me, please. I need to know.”

Caleb’s mouth tightened. An angry flush colored his cheeks as he dropped his gaze and looked away, mumbling, “I don’t know, all right? It’s not important.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Did I fucking stutter? I can’t remember. Jeez.” Shoulders hunched against the cold, Caleb tugged his shirt closed and began to button it. “Give it up already. Get a life.”

“How can you not remember?” Aldo waved his hand impatiently, gesturing at Caleb’s midsection. “You’d have to have been nearly gutted to end up with a mark like that.” He knew that for a fact.

“Yep. Very likely.” Caleb shrugged. “But what can I tell you? Another day, another mind-scrub. Know what I mean? You’d be surprised how much you can forget if you try—or, hell, even if you don’t try.”

“What?” Aldo’s eyes widened in shock. A feeling of sick terror chilled him to the bone. “But that… Mind-scrubs? No. That can’t be right.” That wasn’t possible, was it?

“What’s the matter, Nash? No, wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess. You were hoping to make a lasting impression on me, weren’t you? Didja think maybe I’d be so blown away by your mad sex skills I’d change my mind and decide I wanted to come play for your team instead? Sorry to disappoint you.”

Anger flared. “You are such a fucking ass. What’s your deal? Are you always like this? Or is this just part of some act?”

Something about Aldo’s frustration must have amused Caleb. He chuckled softly as he finished tucking his clothes back into place. “You know, Nash, I think it’s real cute how fixated ya are on my ass.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”

Once again, with no other warning, Caleb pressed close. “No need for that, is there?” he murmured, distracting Aldo with a kiss, hands fumbling at Aldo’s belt. “Especially not tonight. That’s what I have you for.”

“Fucking asshole,” Aldo groaned. The shuddering sigh that left his lips sounded a whole lot like surrender, but he just couldn’t work up a reason to care. Kyle, Caleb, whoever the fuck this was, was driving him nuts. “You make me crazy. You know that, right? I can’t for the life of me figure you out.”



CALEB SMILED. YEAH. He knew. And right now he was counting on it. His mechanically enhanced hearing had easily picked up the crunch of car tires heading up the hill, the crackle of static from the police radios. It was showtime.

The detective’s cock was still at half-mast when Caleb pulled it free of his pants. Working it back up to fully loaded and ready to pop was sinfully easy. Just a few quick strokes were all that was needed. Nash’s cock pulsed and swelled in Caleb’s hand as if it had been trained to it.

The fog around them had lit up like a Christmas tree by the time Caleb broke away, ending the kiss. Somewhere in the mist, car doors slammed. Nash hardly even seemed to notice that his ride had arrived. He stared fixedly at Caleb with inscrutable eyes. There was the faintest hint of a tremor in his voice as he asked, “Who are you really?”

“No one in particular,” Caleb answered as he grabbed one end of the detective’s white silk scarf and pulled it free. “For right now, why don’t you just think of me as a ghost?”

“A-a ghost?” Nash’s face went white. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Shhh.” Caleb laid a finger to his lips and faded silently back between the fog-enshrouded trees. “Not now.”

“Wait. Where are you going?” Nash, his hand outstretched, took a single step forward. Then he froze as the searchlights found him.

“Hands on your head,” one of the officers barked, directing his order at Nash. “And turn around slowly.”

Through the heavy mist, Caleb could just make out the shocked and mortified expression on Nash’s face. When his gaze dropped to his exposed crotch, Caleb knew he was debating the wisdom of ignoring the officer’s order long enough to zip up his fly. The soft but unmistakable sound of guns being readied put an end to that. “Oh, fuck me,” he muttered in disgust. “You son of a bitch. You set me up.”

Caleb smiled. That he had. It was a cruel trick perhaps, but effective. He had no doubt it would accomplish its intended purpose of keeping both Nash and the boys in blue occupied long enough for Caleb to make his escape. By the time anyone thought to look for him, he’d be long gone, just a whisper in the wind.

Turning up his jacket collar against the cold, Caleb slipped quietly away. He’d always thought of California as being warm, balmy, even in winter. This was a helluva time to figure out that he, and perhaps most of the world, had been misinformed. He wrapped his borrowed scarf more snugly around his neck, ignoring the tendrils of heat that coiled inside him when the unmistakable scent of its owner reached his nose. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and focused on the long walk that lay ahead of him. He was not looking forward to it.

A three-mile trek through the frosty woods wearing dress shoes, thin socks, and no coat, hat, or gloves was not his idea of a fun time. Even handcuffed, the short ride in a heated squad car, followed by a couple of hours in a cozy jail cell sounded a damn sight more comfortable. Agency protocols were crystal clear, however, and Caleb was under standing orders that left him with no other choice. The hardware in his head was considerably more valuable to the powers that be than he himself was. It was also highly classified. Under no circumstances, other than a verified medical emergency, was he to allow himself to be taken into custody or consent to having his head scanned by anyone other than agency personnel.

The fog increased as Caleb headed downhill. There was a brisk wind blowing in from the bay, and it was carrying the fog along with it. Caleb was forced to go slow and watch his step. His built-in navigational system might ensure he didn’t wander too far off track or get lost in the woods, but it was of no use whatsoever against a loose rock, an exposed root, or a careless footfall. A sprained ankle would only make tonight’s journey that much more unpleasant.

A car passed by unseen on the mist-enshrouded road. Probably Nash on his way to the station. A satisfied smirk curled Caleb’s lips, but only for an instant, and then the memories came, bringing a wave of frustrated need. Nash’s fingers inside him, twisting and thrusting until he was weak in the knees. Nash leaning over him from behind, hot skin branding Caleb’s back. The taste of his mouth. The feel of his hand on Caleb’s cock…

Getting fucked in the parking lot of an exclusive resort by a man he didn’t even like—how could Caleb have ever thought that was a good idea? Maybe he really did need to get his head examined, just like that pretty doctor he’d been crushing on kept suggesting. Why the fuck hadn’t he spoken up sooner? Not tonight—he was pretty sure that would have just been a good way to lose face—but way back when the operation was still in the planning stages, back when any sensible man would have demurred without having to worry about what anyone would think. Why hadn’t he spoken up then?

They could have worked out something else. Lewd conduct with an apparent minor might have seemed like a sure thing, but drunk and disorderly would have done the job as well, wouldn’t it? Plus, a drunken fistfight would have been a hell of a lot more entertaining and just as easy to fake as their little parking lot tryst. Or not fake, if it came right down to it. Even now Caleb’s knuckles practically itched at the thought, at the opportunity to have landed a punch or two along that handsome jaw. It would not have been unwelcome. It still wouldn’t be. If Nash’s expression, when last Caleb saw him, was anything to go by, he probably felt the same.

Despite everything Caleb had said or implied, everything he’d wanted Nash to believe, the idea that he could be attracted to another man wasn’t a total surprise. Caleb wasn’t altogether certain what his original orientation had been. Maybe it had been fairly fluid from the start; it sure as hell was now. But that didn’t strike him as anything strange. It just made sense, didn’t it? The world was more than black-and-white, and he saw no reason to assume sexuality was any different. There had to be more to it than gay or not gay.

What did surprise him, however, was the idea he could be attracted to Nash.

Why him? From day one the arrogant asshole had done nothing but piss Caleb off. So self-righteous. So overconfident. So goddamned sure of himself. Since when had Caleb ever found that sexy? It must be nice, Caleb reflected with more than a little bitterness, to be so sure of yourself, so certain about who you were, how you felt, what you liked—who you liked. Caleb couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that way. Thanks to the neural interfaces in his head, his sense of self was largely rewritten with each new assignment. Maybe he’d never felt that way. Maybe he never would.

But none of that mattered tonight. None of it explained why he’d reacted to Nash the way he had, falling apart at his touch as if he’d been waiting years for the chance to do just that.

It had to be more than just looks, not that there was anything wrong with those. Nash was big, broad, buff—everything Caleb found appealing, including the neatly trimmed beard and mustache and the smoothly shaved head. But shouldn’t his personality flaws have overridden all of that? Sure, he looked like someone you could count on, someone likely to be strong and dependable, but somehow Caleb couldn’t believe that was the case. Look at tonight, for example. Tonight the stupid prick had even managed to turn what was supposed to have been a rather routine job into some kind of bizarre pissing contest.

No. That wasn’t quite right either, was it? It was Caleb who’d done that. Unnerved by his body’s reaction, he’d let instinct override common sense. He’d pulled out all the stops in an effort to find a way under the detective’s skin and piss him off good. Here at the end of the night, though, the joke was on Caleb. He was the one walking home. He was the one still sporting wood.

Caleb slowed to a stop. At least he could do something about one of those factors. He paused to assess the environment. There was no one around. The road was deserted, the nearest houses were out of sight, and it was far too cold for anyone else to be out in the woods tonight. There was nothing around but trees, nothing but wood and more wood. Perfect.

Sighing in surrender, Caleb leaned back against the trunk of a large cedar. He widened his stance and quickly unzipped his dress pants. Just a few strokes—that’s all it would take. Just a couple of minutes to relieve the tension, to ease the ache in his balls, to get that son of a bitch Nash out of his head and make the rest of his trek a little more bearable.

His hand felt cold as he wrapped his fingers around his dick. He brushed his thumb over the head, but there was not enough moisture to slick his way. For an instant he contemplated using spit, but it was just too cold.

Caleb pulled at his dick, quickly settling into a brisk, efficient rhythm. As he did, he cast around in his mind for a hot fantasy. Anything to take his mind off the chill. He wasn’t feeling particular. Pretty much anything would do—a woman, two women, a freaking orgy. Instead the vision his mind served up was nothing like what he’d been expecting.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned aloud as the image took hold, gathering strength, firing his imagination, becoming the very thing he needed, the only thing that was ever going to get him off tonight. He was so. Damned. Screwed.

Aldo Nash knelt on the ground between Caleb’s feet. His fingers were splayed wide. His big hands clasped Caleb’s hips. Bright sunlight spilled around them, and heat seemed to shimmer in the air. The landscape was beige, the air acrid and so very dry…

Caleb could practically taste the dust on his tongue. He imagined gripping Nash’s head to hold him in place. The warm, stubbled texture of that almost bare skull would tickle against his palms as he fucked into that hot mouth. Alone in the woods, Caleb lifted his hand to his face and spit on his palm. He stifled a gasp as he closed his fist on his shaft once more. Closing his eyes, he imagined it was Nash’s mouth—cool and wet now, as though he’d just paused to sip a cold beer. Swallowing him down. Pulling off with a twist of his lips, a flick of his tongue. Going deep again.

Caleb slid his free hand under his shirt. Palm flat, he let it coast along his abs. Let it travel slowly up to his chest. It wasn’t hard to pretend it was someone else’s hand stroking him like that, someone with strong fingers and a sure, confident touch. Caleb arched off the tree as he gave himself up to the sharp pleasure of fingers pinching and plucking his nipples. He thrust his hips faster, barely even aware anymore of the cold night air. So close now. Yes, God yes. He was so fucking close.

As he continued to stroke himself, Caleb let go, allowing the fantasy to spin itself out…

* * * *

He dropped his head back against the sun-warmed stone wall, felt the heat of it radiating through his T-shirt. Sweat prickled at his hairline. All at once Nash pulled off and sat back on his heels. White teeth flashed in his sun-bronzed face as he grinned up at Caleb.

“Al. Fuck, man, what’re you doing? Don’t stop now.”

Swollen red lips stretched wider. “Tell me.”

Nash’s face looked different. His lips looked softer, fuller, without the door-knocker beard surrounding them. His face looked softer too. Rounder. Gentler. Younger maybe? Caleb shook his head. “Fuck you, man.”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Nash leaned in and ran his tongue up the underside of Caleb’s shaft, then pulled back again. Caleb reached for him, but Nash knocked his hands away and sat back again. “Nope. Not happening. That’s all you get until you tell me what I want to hear.”

Caleb’s heart pounded. The muscles of his thighs and butt tensed and released, tensed again. So close. So, so close. “Fucking cock-tease.”

“Yeah, but you love me for it.”

Caleb groaned again. He punched the stone wall behind him until his fists felt bruised. His cock was achingly stiff, but he wouldn’t touch himself. Rules of the game. There was no way he’d give Nash that satisfaction.

Without taking his eyes from Caleb’s face, Nash groped on the ground till he found the beer he’d been drinking earlier. He brought the bottle back to his mouth again, but he didn’t take a drink. Not right away. First he teased the opening, licking, circling, spearing the hole with his tongue. When his lips finally closed around the thick rim, Caleb’s eyes nearly crossed.

Nash turned his head slightly to one side, still holding Caleb’s gaze. He lifted his chin, giving Caleb a clear view of his throat as he drank deeply, swallowing gulp after gulp. Caleb’s knees went weak as he watched Nash’s throat work, watched his Adam’s apple bob, imagined what it would feel like, those muscles massaging his cock…

“Fuck. You win, okay? I need it. Now.”

Nash lowered the bottle. His eyes gleamed warmly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. A triumphant smile curved his lips. “I don’t think I heard that correctly. Need what?”

“I need your mouth on my dick; what do you think?”

Still smiling, although not as widely now, Nash shook his head. “And you think that’s the way to get it? Sorry, but no.”

“C’mon, man, what more do you want?”

“You know. But hey, take your time. I’m in no hurry. I’m fine where I am. I can stay here all day if I have to.”

Privately Caleb doubted that was the case. The ground was too hot, too rocky, too hard on the knees. Nash had to be feeling it by now. But he was a stubborn shit. Caleb couldn’t help but admire him for that. He groaned again and chuckled weakly. “Bastard. It’s you. All right? I need you. Only you.”

“You got that right, darling. And don’t you forget it. Now, come to papa.”

Nash leaned in, ready to take Caleb in his mouth again, but suddenly that was no longer what Caleb wanted. Reaching down, he hauled the other man to his feet, then spun around to pin Nash to the wall.

Nash melted against him, going suddenly boneless in Caleb’s embrace. His arms snaked around Caleb and held him close, damp skin to damp skin. It should have been uncomfortable, but Caleb reveled in it. Their lips met in a hungry kiss at about the same time Caleb succeeded in finally freeing Nash’s erection. Just like tonight, it sprung to attention in Caleb’s hand with hardly any coaxing. He fisted both their cocks together and began to stroke with a fast, urgent rhythm. “Now who’s the papa?” he muttered against Nash’s lips.

“You are,” Nash gasped as he tore his mouth away from Caleb’s. “Always. That’s why I…” He broke off, struggling for breath. “Oh God, Kay, stop a minute.”

Nash’s arms went lax. He pulled back just far enough for their gazes to lock. The look in his eyes was too turbulent, too intent, too rife with meaning. Caleb’s hand faltered and fell still.

Nash swallowed hard. “Look, I don’t care how many girls you wanna get with, okay? Fuck ’em all, if you have to. Get it out of your system. Just—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Caleb ordered. He pushed forward and slanted his mouth over Nash’s again. “Just stop talking.” He closed his eyes and kissed Nash. Hard. Bruisingly hard. Anything to shut him up. Anything to make him stop looking at Caleb that way. “Besides, it isn’t… It’s never been… That’s not it, okay?” It had never been about getting it out of his system. That was never going to happen. It didn’t matter how much either of them might want it; Caleb couldn’t change who he was any more than Aldo could. “Why don’t you get that?”

“Whatever,” Nash growled as his arms tightened around Caleb once again. “Just remember one thing, asshole: you’re mine.”

You’re mine. Two words that tripped Caleb’s switch, lit his fuse, and sent him hurtling over the edge. “Right back atcha, babe,” he murmured incoherently as he resumed his task, stroking them both into oblivion. In no time at all, his muscles seized and his balls drew up and white light flashed behind his eyes. He came hard. So hard he took Nash with him. They groaned as one, their faces buried in each other’s necks, their spurting cocks bathing them both with sticky seed…

* * * *

Warm liquid splashing over Caleb’s ice-cold fingers pulled him back to reality. He opened his eyes, still struggling to pull air into his lungs. In the wake of the strangest damn fantasy he’d ever had, he felt dizzy and drained and…what the fuck was that about anyway? He shivered with a sudden chill as the wind knifed through the thin fabric of his shirt. His skin was sweaty and damp. The smell of his spunk was strong in the cold night air. And the sense of urgency was almost overwhelming. He had to escape, had to get away right the fuck now, back to town, back to civilization, back to something approaching normal. STAT.

He cleaned his hands off as best he could, but they were still a little sticky and they still trembled faintly as he pulled his clothes together. He turned up his collar, shoved his shaking hands into his pockets, and headed downhill. If tonight had been a contest, it wasn’t hard to decide which of them had won.


PG Forte inhabits a world only slightly less strange than the ones she creates. Filled with serendipity, coincidence, love at first sight and dreams come true.

She wrote her first serialized story when she was still in her teens. The sexy, ongoing adventure tales were very popular at her oh-so-proper, all girls, Catholic High School, where they helped to liven up otherwise dull classes...even if her teachers didn't always think so.


Originally a Jersey girl, PG now resides with her family on the extreme left coast where she writes contemporary and paranormal romance in a variety of sub-genres.


PG loves hearing from readers. She can be reached directly

at: pgforte@pgforte.com




Website Address: www.PGForte.com


Twitter Address: https://twitter.com/PGForte


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Book Blitz & Giveaway with Quotes! Jake’s Redemptions (The Angel Eyes Prequel) Jamie Schulz!





Hello, Readers! Today, I am celebrating the release of Jake’s Redemption – the prequel to The Angel Eyes series by Jamie Schulz! Enjoy & don’t forget to enter the giveaway!






Jake’s Redemption 
by Jamie Schulz 
(The Angel Eyes Series Prequel) 
Publication date: February 1st 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction



In a broken world, he faced a future full of pain. 
Will one daring woman be his last chance for love… Before time runs out…

Jake longs for the life men lived before war destroyed everything and women enslaved them. When fate forces a temporary reprieve from imprisonment, escape becomes his primary objective. Until his new captor sparks hope, and something far more passionate, in his lonely heart.


After giving up on romance, Monica dedicated herself to sheltering unfortunate souls from a harsh new society. But then destiny delivered a desperate man to her doorstep. A man she soon discovers she cannot ignore and would do anything to save.


Will Monica be able to free Jake from the vicious woman who wants to break him? Or will Jake be forced to leave Monica behind to save himself?



Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42857984-jake-s-redemption

BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/books/jake-s-redemption-the-angel-eyes-series-prequel-by-jamie-schulz

Riffle - https://www.rifflebooks.com/books/1035827




AVAILABLE in print or ebook


Amazon: https://amzn.to/2S3Q23L





On his knees in front of her, he looked so big and capable, his bare chest and muscular legs so strong and very male, but as he shared his fears, his expression was utterly vulnerable. “If I go back,” he said slowly, “they’ll destroy the little bit of me that’s still left. If I stay, I may never be able to give you what you want, what you need, what you deserve.”


His concern for her and her feelings told Monica everything, and her resolve to help him intensified.


“I deserve the man I want,” she replied as a desperate need to protect and support him swelled within her. “And I want you, Jake. I will find a way to make Darla let you go. And you will heal. I can wait however long you need.”


His hands tightened around her fingers, and she realized her whole body was shaking with the strength of the emotions surging through her.


“You’re trembling,” he said quietly, his troubled eyes searching her face.


She nodded. “You do that to me,” she said with a shaky smile.






… I want you. All of you. I want to be inside you…now.”


“Are you ready for that?”


He took her hand and pressed it over the hard bulge straining beneath the fly of his jeans. “I’m very ready,” he said with a roguish grin.


“That’s not what I meant.”


“I know what you meant.”




Blitz-wide giveaway (INTL)

· An ebook copy of Jake's Redemption + a $25 Amazon gift card


Giveaway ends Feb 7th:


a Rafflecopter giveaway




Jamie Schulz lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her family, her husband, and their fur babies. Writing has always been a big a part of her life, and she hopes to one day reach the best sellers lists.


Cowboys, ice cream, and reading almost any kind of romance are among her (not so) secret loves. To her, every one of her stories, no matter how dark, must have a happy ending, and she strives to make them impossible to put down until you get there. 


She balances her free time between reading her favorite romance authors--in genres ranging from erotica and dark romance to sweet historicals and contemporary romance--and spending time with her family.

Website - http://www.jamieschulzauthor.com/


Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/jamieschulzauthor/


Twitter - https://twitter.com/TheJamieSchulz


BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/authors/jamie-schulz


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Jamie-Schulz/e/B07K7X6JV5/


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18580547.Jamie_Schulz







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Book Tour & Giveaway with Guest Post! Hothar’s Folly (Coletti Warlords #9) Gail Koger!




Welcome to the weekend! Today, I am participating in the tour for Hothar’s Folly – the 9th book in the Coletti Warlords series by Gail Koger! Enjoy and don’t forget to enter the giveaway!






Hothar's Folly
Coletti Warlords Book 9
by Gail Koger
Genre: SciFi Romance


Undercover psychic investigator Casey Jones’ hunt for a traitor in Central Command gets blown all to hell when the crew of the military C130 cargo plane she’s riding on tries to kill her. Drawing on her telekinesis, Casey stops their assassination attempt and bails out as the aircraft goes down in flames. 

Casey meets her new partner at eight thousand feet, when Hothar is suddenly wrapped around her like a limpet. He declares he has come to rescue her from a watery death. All the butthead is going to accomplish is getting them both killed. She’s a battle-tested Siren and quite capable of catching the turncoat without his help.


Or maybe not. There’s suddenly a shitload of bad guys trying to kill them. Casey quickly realizes they are an unbeatable team. She’s a bit surprised when the young Coletti warrior brags that he knows how to perform over one hundred sex acts from his mind meld with the Overlord. Does she have a budding Don Juan on her hands? He’s certainly eager to try out every one of those positions. Come to think about it, so is she. But first, they must expose the traitor before billions die.



Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42248327-hothar-s-folly


BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/books/hothar-s-folly-coletti-warlords-series-book-9-by-gail-koger


Riffle - https://www.rifflebooks.com/books/1035009





AVAILABLE in ebook


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KMMQN7P




Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/series/76103-coletti-warlords





Vexing Voss
Coletti Warlords Book #3

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18298639-vexing-voss


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Vexing-Voss-Coletti-Warlords-Book-ebook/dp/B00FEN50U8/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8



Reality Bites
Coletti Warlords Book #4


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21530587-reality-bites


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LG74J44/ref=series_dp_rw_ca_2



Just Desserts
Coletti Warlords Book #5


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25492934-just-desserts


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0108T3F5E/ref=series_dp_rw_ca_3



Wulf and the Bounty Hunter
Coletti Warlords Book #6


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32079110-wulf-and-the-bounty-hunter


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Wulf-Bounty-Hunter-Coletti-Warlords-ebook/dp/B01M8EZTTH/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8




Game On Askole
Coletti Warlords #7


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34895774-game-on-askole


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Game-Askole-Coletti-Warlords-Koger-ebook/dp/B072Z14LQX/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8



Crossing Quinn
Coletti Warlords #8


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36718338-crossing-quinn


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Crossing-Quinn-Coletti-Warlords-Book-ebook/dp/B07D7KHD49





Locked Out On Christmas Eve!

I put the finishing touches on the tree and noticed that the outside lights were off.  I flipped the switch for the porch lights, and nothing happened. Hmmm. Had I overload a circuit breaker?  I had gone a tiny bit overboard with the decorations.  Pulling on my slippers, I went outside to check the circuit breaker panel. Nope, everything was good.

Then it hit me. Those pesky gophers had chewed through my power lines again. I headed for the front door and turned the handle. Crap! The door was locked. My dogs looked out the window, and innocently wagged their tails.

Just friggin’ terrific. It was midnight, colder than a grave diggers’ ass, and I was wearing a ratty nightgown. Thankfully, my friend Chris had a key to my house. The bad news was she lived several miles away.

My teeth chattering, I hurried down the sidewalk, and suddenly my residential street was busier than the freeway at rush hour.

A kid stuck his head out the driver’s window and hollered, “Hey baby, need a ride?”

I increased by pace and yelled, “No thanks.”

Another car slowed to a crawl and kissy noises emitted from the interior. Really? My granny gown wasn’t the least bit sexy.  I gave him the one finger salute.

Tires squealing, they took off yelling naughty words.

They were definitely getting coal in their Christmas stockings. Trying to keep to the shadows, I stepped on a beer bottle, and the next thing I knew I was face down in a prickly bush. Ouch!

I wiggled out of the bush.  God, I hated idiots who felt they had the right to toss their trash anywhere they pleased.  My hand closed over the bottle, and I was suddenly blinded by a brilliant white light. Shading my eyes, I waved the beer bottle at the nice cop.  “Hi there. Kinda nippy tonight, isn’t it?”

“Are you drunk ma’am?”

I babbled nervously, “Do I look drunk?”

Laughter in his voice the cop answered, “Yes ma’am you do.”

He dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of my face before I realized it was Chris’s husband. “You’re such a jerk Ed.”

“So, I have been told. You lock yourself out again?”


“Yes, could you give me a ride?”

He opened the back door on his patrol car and gestured. “Climb on in.”

I let out a long sigh. “Why can’t I sit in the front seat?”

Ed shook his head sorrowfully. “Not while you’re wearing that god-awful nightgown.”

“Very funny.” I climbed in.

Before he shut the door, Ed quipped, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you…”

“Shut up Ed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shut the door and proceeded to drive all the way back to my house with the overhead lights flashing psychedelically.  Ed parked in front of my house and hit the siren for a long ten seconds. “Whoops!”

Faces appeared in my neighbor’s windows. “You’re a real riot.”

Laughing, Ed opened the car door, escorted me up to my front door, and unlocked it for me.

“When did you start carrying my key with you?”


“Right after you locked yourself out of the house for the eighth time.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

He plunked a Santa hat on his head. “I live to serve. Ho. Ho. Ho.”

“Boring night, huh?”

"Yup, Merry Christmas.”




$25 Amazon and two copies of Shenanigans


Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!




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How do I come up with my stories? Being psychotic helps. I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for way too long. All those years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an uncontrollable craving for chocolate. Don’t get me wrong. Working as a 9-1-1 dispatcher can be very rewarding. BUT - some days I felt like the entire world was nuts. I mean, c’mon, who in their right mind calls 9-1-1 for the winning lottery numbers? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone, I took up writing.


I made the Night Owl's Awesome Paranormal Romance Authors List.

Website - http://www.gailkoger.com/


Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/Colettiwarlordbooks/


Twitter - https://twitter.com/Askole


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Gail-Koger/e/B001K838BY/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1598719.Gail_Koger









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New Release Review! Caress of Fire (Dawn of Dragons #2) Mary Auclair!




You are mine, Marielle Jansen. You don't know it yet, but you are mine.


With her brother in debt to the biggest crime lord of the slums, Marielle does the only thing she can to save him. She takes the debt on herself. But the only way she can repay it is to be claimed as mate by a Draekon Lord and deliver him an heir.


She has no intention of following through with the deal plans to escape as soon as she's received payment. But when Lord Aymond Haal is found dead, Marielle is accused of his murder. Salvation comes in the unlikely form of Fedryc, son of Lord Aymond and the new High Lord.

In the harsh desert landscape, Marielle becomes Lord Fedryc's mate and finds pleasures she never suspected could exist. As Marielle navigates the dangerous world of the Draekons and tries to rescue her brother, an enemy lurks in the shadows; a dark force bent on the destruction of all that she holds dear.

But can a human woman trust an all-powerful Draekon Lord? And will Lord Fedryc's love be enough to protect her?



Publisher's Note: This gripping sci-fi alien romance has it all: dragons, passion and tension. It also contains explicit themes and is intended for adults only.






The second Dawn of Dragons romance is a gripping and exhilarating read. The setting is futuristic apocalyptic with a feel of historical every once in a while adds a wonderful ambiance to this romance and the strong, vivid characters easily draw readers into their story and holds them prisoner until the very end. The romance between Arielle and Fedryc is full of sizzling chemistry, scorching passion and turbulent emotions and readers can’t help but become caught up in the story, not only in fascination but emotionally as well. Marielle’s tough situation has tensions boiling and finding pleasure that she could never imagine just adds to her emotional turmoil as she fights to rescue her brother. The relationship is further hampered by Fedryc’s need to find a traitor and stop a war which keeps this fast paced plot full of thrilling suspense, exciting events and spine tingling tension.


Surprising twists keeps readers guessing until the end and ensures that they stayed glued to pages in expectation of what will happen next. The author has a created an intriguing fantasy world with sexy alien dragons and she brings it all to brilliant life which makes it easy for readers to imagine each and every scene as if they are there as well as mesmerizing them into continuously turning the pages.





Author's Book Page - https://www.maryauclair.com/caress-of-fire




Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43300539-caress-of-fire


BookLikes - http://booklikes.com/caress-of-fire-mary-auclair/book,13994452


BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/books/caress-of-fire-dawn-of-dragons-book-2-by-mary-auclair


Riffle - https://www.rifflebooks.com/books/1031540







Caress of Fire is the 2nd book in the Dawn of Dragons series


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07M61TRTK?ref=series_rw_dp_labf



1 Touch of Ice
2 Caress of Fire


3 Kiss of Night






AVAILABLE in ebook


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Caress-Fire-Dawn-Dragons-Book-ebook/dp/B07M5HFYM4?_bbid=11253004&tag=bookpage2-20


B&N - https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/caress-of-fire-mary-auclair/1130032621?ean=2940161193136


iBooks - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/caress-of-fire/id1447529769?_bbid=11253001&mt=11


Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/caress-of-fire-1







Mary grew up in the quiet peace of a small rural village in the heart of Quebec, Canada.


She spent her childhood chasing butterflies and catching frogs, playing in the mud and generally being as unladylike as she could. Her love of science led her to complete a mechanical engineering degree at the Ecole Polytechnique of Montreal, where she met the love of her life.

Years later, as she enjoyed the role of full time mom to her two wonderful children, she decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer.

She now write as much as her busy schedule allows to bring to life her inner world, filled with exotic planets, mysterious creatures and off course, hot, alpha heroes and the women who melt their hearts.


When she's not writing, she can be found in the garden, walking her dogs or playing with fire in her kitchen as a part time hit-or-miss chef.

Website - https://maryauclair.com/


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15469519.Mary_Auclair


BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/profile/mary-auclair


Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/authormaryauclair/


Twitter - https://twitter.com/mauclairauthor


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New Release Review! Journey with Joe (Middlemarch Capture #5) Shelley Munro!


Thanks for joining today, as I spotlight and share my review of Journey with Joe, the 5th book in the Middlemarch Capture series by Shelley Munro!





Dangerous thieves lurk in the great outdoors. Hold on to your heart…


Tomboy Mungo Caimbeulach seeks her father’s love. Unfortunately, she’s an unwanted imposition rather than a valuable daughter. When the coos she has raised from young are sold without her permission, she’s determined to retrieve them in the time-honored Scothage tradition. She’ll reave her coos, impress her father with this courageous endeavor and prove she’s worthy of his affection.


Shapeshifter Joe Mitchell dreams of raising cattle as he did on Earth, and purchasing his foundation herd is the first step. But color him shocked when the thief who steals from him is his mate—according to his feline half. Decisive, he follows in the footsteps of his brothers and captures Mungo. Now his plan is two-fold. Seduction of his feisty mate and safe passage for his cattle. Easier said than done when danger pounces from left and right during their journey home.


Mungo isn’t sure what to make of this cat-man with his propensity for stripping naked. Bossy—yes! But she can’t stop sneaking peeks and then there is the kissing and caressing…



Contains two strong characters with opposite goals, passion in the great outdoors, and more annoying dangers impeding their romance than Joe cares to mention!




The newest book in the Middlemarch Capture series is one hot and feisty romance. Joe and Mungo sizzle with strong undeniable chemistry and sparks fly in every directions as Joe tries to win his mate over. The characters are strong, vibrant and easily connected to while the romance is sweet at times but full of passion and attitude with a fun dialogue that has readers chuckling! Joe’s book is a bit different from the others and has quite a few twists that keeps things read interesting including a case of mistaken identity.


The plot is fast paced and flows smoothly and readers are glued to the pages with thrilling suspense, exciting adventure, adrenaline pumping danger and witty, charismatic characters. Every book in this series adds something unique, charming and fun and this one is no different, hello, pink, fluffy owls, bone wearing hyper female, and stripped steeds that has imaginations going wild. Once again, the author has a way of blending different elements together and makes it seem so easy and realistic, it this case, Mungo’s culture is kinda medieval Scottish while, Joe’s is futuristic and since this story takes place on another planet it also has alien’s aplenty. Reader certainly can’t be bored with this story and after reading the epilogue they will be impatiently awaiting Scarlett’s book and wondering if the cousins will get their stories as well.




Author's Book Page - https://shelleymunro.com/books/journey-with-joe/




Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43194653-journey-with-joe


BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/books/journey-with-joe-middlemarch-capture-book-5-by-shelley-munro


Riffle - https://www.rifflebooks.com/books/1030669


Romance.io - https://www.romance.io/books/5c13559101dbc864fb960a43/journey-with-joe-shelley-munro


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Journey with Joe is the 5th book in the Middlemarch Capture series is a futuristic spinoff of the Middlemarch Shifters series.


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07LB57V7Y?ref=series_rw_dp_labf



1 Snared by Saber
2 Favored by Felix
3 Lost with Leo
4 Spellbound with Sly
5 Journey with Joe





Journey with Joe is AVAILABE in ebook


Amazon - http://smarturl.it/JourneyAmzn




USA Today bestselling author Shelley Munro lives in Auckland, the City of Sails, with her husband and a cheeky Jack Russell/mystery breed puppy.


Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand speak – big overseas experience). A twelve month long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world.

Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.


While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love – that of writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes), and curling up with a good book.

Website - http://www.shelleymunro.com/


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8603.Shelley_Munro


Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/ShelleyMunroAuthor


Twitter - http://www.twitter.com/ShelleyMunro


BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/authors/shelley-munro


Pintrest - http://www.pinterest.com/ShelleyMunro


Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Shelley-Munro/e/B001JOWGNK





Thanks for joining me today and I hope you enjoyed your Journey with Joe and added him to your treasures!



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