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 My Book Filled Life

Driven Snow
(The Pennymaker Tales, #2)
by Tara Lain


Young Snowden “Snow” Reynaldi is brilliant, beautiful, and alone. Though he’s shy, weird, and tolerated by the NorCal University students because he’s a renowned whiz at chess and helps put the school on the map, that doesn’t keep him from dreaming of the object of his desires, Riley Prince, championship quarterback.

When Riley needs a physics’ tutor, Snow jumps at the chance, and their relationship heats up—but Riley has to come out of the jock closet to get anywhere. Meanwhile, Snow’s one true friend and mentor, Professor Kingsley, marries a woman who secretly wants the chess tournament glory and money for herself. Soon after, the professor collapses and Snow finds himself underwater—literally. In a car!

Seven frat brothers from Grimm College rescue Snow just in time for his life to get even worse, and Snow discovers the one relationship he always wanted slipping away. With evil looming at every turn, Snow must survive if only to prove he’s the fairest of them all and regain the trust of his handsome prince.

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“There are rumors here and there, but I’m a big guy, and nobody says it to my face.”

Snow shrugged. “So why change now? You’re a senior. You can do what you want next year.”

Riley leaned his head back against the couch. “Because it’s chickenshit, like I said. People are always going to give gay guys crap when they don’t know anyone who’s gay. I can change that. A lot of people think they know me. I mean, look at you. Chess champion. Much bigger than I’ll ever be. But you never claim to be anything but gay.”

“I’m so weird, nobody’s surprised.”

“No, you’re not. You show the world that gay guys can be brilliant geniuses and beautiful. I can show them that gay guys can be big and strong and well coordinated. We all have a part to play.” He chuckled. “I have to confess, I practiced that speech, but I’m hoping it’s true.”

Snow’s heart beat so loud he could barely hear. Could this really be happening? “Umm, so you said you have enough experience to teach me.” He stared at his moo shu.

Riley sat up and got a very serious expression. “You see, Mr. Reynaldi, it’s all a matter of physics. Your quantum physics says that electrons can be in two places at the same time.” He leaned forward and pulled Snow across his lap, somehow managing to not spill any Chinese food in the process. “It’s like my tongue can be in my mouth—” He ran his soft tongue across Snow’s barely parted lips. “—and inside your mouth at the same time.” He insinuated inside and kissed Snow slowly and thoroughly. So that’s how it feels. Invasive and completing at once.

Riley pulled his lips back from the kiss but kept them close to Snow’s so his breath warmed Snow’s wet mouth. “And just as particles can be waves and waves particles, so I can feel completely relaxed and completely excited simultaneously.”

Snow grinned. “I knew physics could be fun, but this is far beyond my expectations.”

“You didn’t have enough faith in your subject matter.”

“Clearly.” He smiled and whispered, “What happens now?”

“First, I want to know if you’re interested in me, or am I just living in fantasyland?”

Snow’s eyes widened. “Oh, did I not show enough interest?”

Riley laughed. “Yes, but I don’t want to take anything for granted. You’re too special.”

My, that moo shu is interesting. “I’ve been dreaming about you ever since the first time I saw you. I didn’t think you were gay, so I never even hoped it could be more than a dream.”

Riley caressed Snow’s hair. “Think of all the time we wasted dreaming about each other.”

“In quantum physics, particles in contact become quantumly entangled. Perhaps we simply needed more time for the entangling to occur.” Snow smiled softly. This had to be a dream.

Riley walked him backward until his calves hit the edge of the couch, and he fell onto soft cushions with Riley planted on him from knees to chest, his big rod hitting Snow somewhere around the thighs. The best possible topping.

Snow opened his legs and grabbed the protuberance between them, then rubbed them together in his best caterpillar imitation.

“Holy shit!”

“Feel good?”

“Jesus, yes. Where did you learn to do that?”

“Made it up.”

“Genius.” He thrust into Snow’s tight hold. “What do you want? Anything. I’ll give it to you.”

“No, it’s your turn. You tell me what to do. Then you’ll have to show me how. But I’ll do it. I love vanilla. Want me to try to give you a blowjob? That’s why I was sneaking around.”

Still humping Snow’s legs, Riley whispered, “That sounds good, but you know what I really want?”

“No, what?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What? Oh God.”

“Have you ever fucked a guy?”

“Jesus, Riley, I hadn’t been kissed until you did it. When would I have gotten around to fucking?”

“Do you want to?”

His cock throbbed so hard it neared pain. “I want to do anything to you.”

“It’ll come naturally.” He rolled off Snow onto the floor, grabbed the huge bottle of lube he’d dropped earlier, and pumped some into his hands. “Let me grease up that lovely cock.” His breath came fast. He slipped Snow’s elastic down and grabbed his penis. “So beautiful.” He stroked the cool gel over it.

“D-don’t I need a condom?”

“You’re a virgin, and I haven’t had sex without a condom in years.” He shrugged. “I barely have sex, since I don’t really get turned on by girls, and I have to go a long way away to find a guy who doesn’t know me, so mostly I use my hand.” He glanced at it. “No STDs. Plus, I’ve been tested.”

Snow swallowed and nodded. The discussion made this whole thing very real.

Riley stroked more lube on Snow’s penis.

“Oh God, don’t do much of that, or I’ll never do anything else.”

“I want you in me so bad.” He pushed onto his hands and knees and started shoving lube into his butt.

Snow swallowed. He might be terrified, but his cock knew right where it wanted to be.

Riley peered over his shoulder, the lubing still underway. “You understand the principle of fucking, right?”

“Uh, I believe so.”

Riley pointed at Snow’s now very erect penis with the lube bottle, then squeezed more into his hand. “You put that in here.” He waved at his ass.

“Yes, I understand.” The last word came out as a squeak. Suddenly that idea sounded so far beyond good he bobbed up on his knees and ripped the pajama bottoms down to the floor, then sat back and pulled them off.
Riley grinned. “I like your enthusiasm.”

About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. 

She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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Friday, November 20, 2015

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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Dark Alpha's Claim by Donna Grant

Dark Alpha's Claim 
(Reaper Series, #1)
by Donna Grant


There is no escaping a Reaper. I am an elite assassin, part of a brotherhood that only answers to Death. And when Death says your time is up, I am coming for you...

My whole existence is based on taking what Death wants. Born to eliminate Fae guilty of unforgivable crimes, my reckless, wild nature makes me the perfect assassin to carry out Death's bidding. I've seen more sinister and violent dealings than anyone could ever imagine. But it was the sight of her face that stopped me cold. I've never wanted a woman-never mind a human-so badly; never felt my heart, hardened by death, burn brighter and hotter until it burst into flames. She is everything I desire. The kind of woman that compels you to stake your claim on her, to let the world know that she's yours. A Reaper saving her life will only attract danger, but I vow to protect her at all costs from the Fae that hunt her, and keep safe the woman who has claimed me, body and soul. 

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The man exiting the library saw her but didn’t hold the door open. She shook her head. Where were the men who held doors and were still gentlemen? Apparently, they went the way of the dodo bird.

“Jerk,” she mumbled beneath her breath as she entered the library.

As soon as she stepped inside, Jordyn smiled. There was a special smell to a library. It was leather, wood, and the pages of books.

She’d always had a love of books. The feel of the weight of it in her hand, the smell of the pages, the words written that could give her facts or take her off on a visual story.

Now wasn’t the time to wander the aisles though. Jordyn walked up to the counter. “Excuse me. I have a book being held.”

“Your name?” the woman asked without turning around.

Jordyn frowned at the back of her. It was like the woman studied what a librarian should be and copied it from the tight bun, the glasses, and the frumpy, plain clothes. “Jordyn Patterson.”

The woman looked at her watch. “With just a few minutes to spare.” She bent and pulled out the book from the beneath the counter and turned, setting it down beside her.

Jordyn was taken aback at the woman. She was pretty with her dark hair and pale blue eyes. Not at all what she expected with such a bitchy voice from the phone, or the image she got from the back of her in her prim button-down, cardigan, and long, plaid skirt.

“Here,” she said, handing the card over to Jordyn to sign out the book.

Once she filled it out, Jordyn pulled the book into her arms. “Thanks for holding it.”

“You have two weeks. The book will need to be returned then,” the librarian said as she met Jorydn’s gaze.

“Yep.” Jordyn turned her back on the woman and rolled her eyes.

Had she been able to find the book online, she wouldn’t have had to deal with the librarian from Hell. If the book held as much information as Jordyn hoped it did, she was going to have to widen her search for it, because a book like it belonged in her own library, not the city’s, where no one would check it out.

Jordyn fought the urge to open the book as she walked down the steps of the building. By the time she reached the bottom, her will crumpled. She had it open and was flipping through pages in a heartbeat.

Her eyes scanned page after page as her brain soaked up everything. Jordyn couldn’t wait to get home and begin making notes.

With her stomach rumbling again, Jordyn turned to find some food when she ran into someone. Her shoulder was jarred so that she nearly lost her hold on the book. “Sorry,” she said and looked up into the most amazing silver eyes.

“Must be an interesting book,” he said.

She nodded, unable to find words for a moment. The man was the most gorgeous person she’d ever seen. Her reaction to him was instantaneous, earth-shattering.

He was mouth-wateringly gorgeous, heart-stoppingly magnificent. His short coal black hair was wavy and full. Her fingers itched to run through the locks and see if they felt as shiny as they looked.

His beautiful face was lean and hard, with his chiseled jaw and chin. Not to mention his wide, thin lips. His gaze was direct, intense. Relentless.

While he sized her up, she let her gaze fall to his chest. An olive green long-sleeved tee showed off broad shoulders and arms that rippled with muscles. She imagined when he took off that shirt that he would be toned and supple, with just the right amount of hard sinew. Black jeans were slung low on his narrow hips with black boots completing his look.

“It is,” she finally answered when she looked back up into his face.

“Fae, huh?” He glanced down at the page before his silver eyes returned to hers.

His gaze was molten, holding her still and making her blood heat. The desire, the yearning to have his lips on hers made her heart skip a beat and her stomach flutter.

Jordyn had never felt such attraction before. Another gust of wind hit her, but she didn’t feel the chill. Her body was too heated.

That’s when she registered the Irish accent. “Research.”

“Good luck with your research,” he said and bowed his head.

Jordyn had the urge to stay and talk to him, but her stomach growled, reminding her she had little time to get food and make it back to the office. She reluctantly walked away from the handsome Irishman to the pub down the street.

It was the first time in a long time that she actually wanted to interact with a man, because the Irishman knocked her off her feet with just a few words and an intense look from his silver eyes.

In no time, she had an order of chips to go. With food in hand, she hailed another taxi and gobbled the grease-soaked potatoes and flipped through the book. Though she found herself looking out her window for another glimpse of the Irishman.

Baylon was sitting on the steps outside the library watching the mortals when he saw her. She stood out amongst the humans like a star in the midnight sky.

Her beauty was undeniable, catching the attention of everyone around her - though she didn’t seem to notice. He liked the way her dark blond hair was cut short and trendy with it swept to the side in the front. A pixie cut, he thought he heard a human call it.

The mortal was tall and thin, with every curve just the right size. Her turquoise eyes were large, and there was a hint of innocence about them that drew him again and again.

She wore large earrings that brought more attention to her beautiful oval face. Her brows were thin and arched delicately over her eyes. When she smiled, she dazzled. Her lips were just wide and full enough to be alluring.

He’d laughed when he heard her mumble “jerk” to the man who hadn’t held the door for her.

He knew immediately that she had Fae blood. It wasn’t just her beauty. There was an air about her that was as distinctive as a beacon. And he was happy he found her before the others.

Baylon waited outside the library for another glimpse of her. She walked out a short time later carrying a large book. She was entranced by it. Several people had to walk around her because she wasn’t looking where she was going— she was too intent on reading.

He wanted to see what kind of book was so interesting. When he put himself in her path, he never expected to look down at a tome all about the Fae.

His shock was quickly replaced with a blinding and penetrating desire when they bumped into each other. Then she looked up at him.

He was completely taken by her, tumbling into incredible turquoise eyes.

If he didn’t speak, he was liable to do something stupid—like kiss her. His gaze lowered to her lips, an ache gripping him, begging him to take her. To taste her.

“Sorry,” she said.

Her Scots accent was soft and lilting. Beautiful, just as she was. What was it about this half-Fae that held him enthralled so? “Must be an interesting book.”

Her gaze slowly raked over him, heating his blood to such a degree that he fisted his hands to keep from touching her. Didn’t she realize she was playing with fire?

If her gaze wasn’t so guileless, Baylon would have suspected she was proficient in teasing a man to such a degree. But it was the need in her own eyes that made his cock instantly hard.

“It is.”

He glanced down at the page she was reading. “Fae, huh?”

“Research,” she said breathlessly.

Warning bells went off in Baylon’s head. Research? Did she know she had Fae blood? It was time he found out more about her. Besides, he was going to make sure none of the other Reapers found her.

“Good luck with your research.” He bowed his head and walked around her.

He then stopped and turned to watch her, wondering if she would look back at him. To his exasperation, she didn’t.

About the Author

Donna Grant is the New York Timesand USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.

She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.

Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Release Day Blast: All Fall Down by Stacy Green

All Fall Down 
(Lucy Kendall Series, #4)
by Stacy Green


A killer rises… 

Determined to start over, Lucy Kendall moves to Washington, D.C., and takes a position with the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. 

But the past doesn’t want to let her go. 

When a police officer walks into her office and tells her the unthinkable, she knows she has to go back. But it’s too late. The gauntlet has been dropped, and Lucy has no choice but to play a sadistic killer’s game. 

Unable to trust anyone, Lucy scrambles to find the truth. But time runs out, and she must do the one thing she swore she’d never do: tell the truth about the people she’s killed. 

Will Lucy’s ultimate sacrifice be enough?

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The front door stood ten feet ahead and to my left. I dropped lower, damned near crawling. My knees skimmed the cement as I hit the entrance. I leaned back against the recessed area, catching my breath. Even with his private entrance, Tesla must depend on his parents’ security system for protection.

His time had come. Daddy’s boy was going to give me answers.

I slipped the pick into the lock and twisted.

A sound behind me. A twig snapping?

Frozen from the inside out, I forced myself to turn my head and checked the vast expanse of property. Nothing to see. I couldn’t even make out the mailbox.

Something above me buzzed. My head jerked up, eyes watering.

A security camera.

My desperation had made me careless.

That was probably why I didn’t sense the blow coming.

A heavy fist connected to the tender spot at the base of my neck, propelling me forward. I slammed against the door hard enough pain shot across my forehead.

I reached back for the gun, but he was too quick, snatching my arm and twisting it tightly enough I thought it would break free of the socket. 

“I knew you’d come back.” Tesla’s breath stank of pot and whiskey. “I just didn’t think it would be tonight. But I’m happy to see you.” He shoved his pelvis against my back. “What’s this?”

Tesla pulled the gun from my belt. “Were you going to shoot me?”

“Not until you told me where my friend is.”

He pulled my right arm harder. It would break soon if I didn’t do something. I summoned all my strength and drove my left elbow backwards, but he’d anticipated it, dancing out of the way. He caught that arm too, trapping both of them behind my back and pressing me against the front door. “I don’t have your friend. But I’ll take you.”

“No you won’t. You’re not interested.” Any excitement from this came from his need for revenge, not to have me.

He laughed, his hot breath teasing my ear. “I’ll work something out.”

Where had he put the gun? He must have it on him.

“I’ll kill you first.”

I finally made myself look at Shannon.

She stared toward her right, her eyes wide open–a blue that had faded to the color of pond water. Her skin had already gone ashen, and she’d bit her lip as she died. Bruises in various stages of healing dotted her once-beautiful face. Her blond hair, fixed in finger curls, cascaded around her as if she’d lain down in the grass to watch the clouds.

The urge to weep and scream rose. Somehow, I had to keep it together. I needed to look at the photo and glean everything I possibly could to help King find the bastard who’d done this.

My heart rate still doubled, my pulse beating my temples so hard my head ached. Apprehension flooded my thoughts, my subconscious picking up on something I hadn’t yet identified. “Why is her hair dyed blond? Is that something she’d done before she was taken?”

“That’s new,” King said. “She was still a brunette when she was taken.”

I kept staring at the picture, trying to see past the eyes that used to be so filled with life and compassion. Finally I whispered for King to show me the next one.

It was a full profile this time. My empty stomach flipped, my mouth tasted like I’d been chewing sand. The blood surrounded her, staining the concrete floor around her as it had flowed from her arteries. Both of her arms were outstretched, and her right fist was closed. I assume it held the silver dollar. I kept looking at the picture, trying to figure out what it was King wanted me to see.

Her wrists. Both of them. Vertical slash marks from the top of her wrists down her forearms.

“Why’d he slit her wrists and then do nothing else to make this look like a suicide?”

“Good question,” King said. “I’d hoped you might be able to tell me.”

I shook my head “no” even as the feeling that I was missing something crawled over me. I felt like I’d just walked into a massive spider web and couldn’t see the way to rid myself of it.

Put it together. A woman with blond hair and blue eyes lying outstretched, looking toward her right hand. Her right knee inched toward her hip, as if she’d tried to curl up. Her wrists cut, but most likely not a suicide.

But the scene was clearly staged. For me. But why?

I studied the picture again, trying to drag the answer out of the dark recesses of my memory. Déjà vu struck first, and then the answer hit me with enough force I staggered into the wall, away from King and from the images of the woman. I gasped for breath, tears brimming in my eyes.

He remained calm, watching me. “What is it?”


Lucy Kendall Series


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About The Author

Stacy Green is the author of the Lucy Kendall thriller series and the Delta Crossroads mystery trilogy. ALL GOOD DEEDS (Lucy Kendall #1) won a bronze medal for mystery and thriller at the 2015 IPPY Awards. TIN GOD (Delta Crossroads #1) was runner-up for best mystery/thriller at the 2013 Kindle Book Awards. Stacy has a love of thrillers and crime fiction, and she is always looking for the next dark and twisted novel to enjoy. She started her career in journalism before becoming a stay at home mother and rediscovering her love of writing. She lives in Iowa with her husband and daughter and their three spoiled fur babies. Stacy loves to hear from readers!

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