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Cover Reveal Blitz: Born Wild by Nikki Jefford

Posted on Apr 11, 2018 with No comments





Born Wild
(Wolf Hollow Shifters Series, #3)
By Nikki Jefford

Blurb

FOR THREE YEARS HUMANS FORCED THE PUREBLOODED WOLF SHIFTER TO FIGHT HIS OWN KIND

After escaping his human captors, Wolfrik returns to Wolf Hollow covered in scars and hostility. He wants nothing to do with pack politics and refuses to play nice.

AN INJURY ISOLATED THE SHE-WOLF AND LEFT HER VULNERABLE

Ever since Kallie’s foot was permanently maimed in a vulhena attack, she’s been relocated to the den where Palmer—the pack’s elder and council member—is after her to become his third mate.

A heated encounter with Wolfrik gives Kallie an idea. If she can convince the wild wolf to be her bedmate, Palmer will finally leave her alone.

But when an unexpected bond forms between the pair, Kallie may have bitten off more than she can chew. Is the aggressive pureblood too damaged to settle down with a mate?

REDEMPTION MAY COME TOO LATE

Forced to face his inner demons, or lose the woman he loves, Wolfrik must confront the past he’s tried so hard to forget. But the past is about to catch up to him and old enemies could doom the entire hollow…



Release Date:
Wednesday, June 27, 2018

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Excerpt




Her emotions worked like muscles through her body, pushing her onward with boundless drive. Leaves whispered as she blew by and bits of dirt loosened beneath her paws only to scatter back over the earth behind her.
She ran fast. She ran free.
This forest had been her home most of her life—the trees as familiar to her as her wolf pack—it welcomed and spurred her along. But would these woods let her go?
Deep into the thicket, a rustle in the ferns caught Kallie’s ears. The fur on her back rose. She whipped around as a large gray wolf leapt on top of her and knocked her off her feet.
She’d forgotten about Wolfrik lurking on the outskirts of the hollow. She didn’t fear for her safety, but she was annoyed by the unexpected delay.
Kallie snarled and snapped viciously.
Wolfrik shocked her by shifting into human form. What kind of maniac would turn human to wrestle down an angry wolf with his bare arms and hands?
The naked flesh flashing beside Kallie’s mouth was too tempting. She’d been holding back her anger for too long. She bit Wolfrik’s arm as he put his weight onto her. As soon as Kallie tasted blood, she let go. Even in wolf form she had enough sense not to do serious injury to a fellow member of the pack.
Wolfrik didn’t so much as grunt, as though he was impervious to pain. Instead, he put more weight on her and grabbed her two front legs before she could claw his skin.
“Shift,” he said.
Kallie thrashed beneath him, snarling out of control. She tried to scratch the arm impeding her escape, but Wolfrik somehow managed to squeeze both her legs into one fist. Kallie’s lips lifted over her fangs to snarl. She didn’t want to hurt him, she just wanted to get away.
Wolfrik lowered his face directly into hers and bellowed, “Shift!”
The fight in Kallie leaked away when she recognized the command of an alpha. There was wild, raw strength in Wolfrik that overpowered anything she’d ever detected from any of the other males in Wolf Hollow.
Kallie huffed her consent before letting go of her wolf to take on human form.
Fur receded and sharp claws turned to stubby fingernails that Kallie was prone to biting. Thick, brown, unruly hair tumbled down her shoulders.
She lay naked beneath Wolfrik, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her large breasts brushed against the soft brown hair on Wolfrik’s scarred and muscled chest. Her nipples hardened into painful tips. Her body ached with desire that heated her blood and throbbed between her legs.
The instinctual part of Kallie called out to be claimed by such a virile man-wolf. She could still taste his blood in her mouth, which only excited her more. The unexpected lust coursing through her was beyond maddening considering the whole point of her flight was to avoid ending up on her back with a brute of a shifter straddling her.


Wolf Hollow Shifters Series





Bk #1
Wolf Hollow


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Bk #2
Mating Games


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About The Author


Nikki Jefford is a third generation Alaskan now living in the Pacific Northwest with her French husband and their Westie, Cosmo. She is the author of the Wolf Hollow Shifters series, Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter series, and Spellbound Trilogy. When she’s not reading or writing, she enjoys nature, hiking, and motorcycle riding.


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Audiobook Release: The Shadow King by Heather Killough-Walden

Posted on Apr 10, 2018 with No comments

Now Available in audiobook,
The Shadow King!






The Shadow King 
(The Kings Series, Bk #7)
By Heather Killough-Walden
Narrated by Antony Ferguson

Blurb:

King of the Shadow Realm....

Beyond the Twixt, just past the Unlit Forest lies a realm so gravely perilous, it has been cut off from the mortal world for thousands of years. The powerful man who rules this tangled, twisted land is as dark and merciless as his realm. That darkness in him calls out, endlessly hunts, and searches far and wide - ever seeking the soul that can make it complete, the one who can end the loneliness that threatens his entire kingdom.

Warlock of the fae....

Violet Kellen is one of two Tuath unseelie fae to have studied the rare art of dark magic to become a warlock, and now she must use those skills to save the other one - her sister. She foolishly ventures into the forbidden Dark on a rescue mission, and is ultimately thrust into a world she couldn't fathom - and into the arms of a tall, dark savior who fills her with a fierce desire nearly as brutal as his own.

Contains mature themes.



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Heather Killough-Walden is a California native currently living in Texas with her husband, child, and King Charles Cavalier. She is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Big Bad Wolf series, The Kings series, the Lost Angels series, the October Trilogy, the Neverland series, and The Chosen Soul series. Heather’s educational background includes religious studies, archeology, and law. She has traveled all over the world but hopes to one day live in a town with a world-class hockey team. (Let’s Go Pens!)

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Release Day Blitz: Sweet Treats and Dirty Heat Anthology

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Sweet Treats & Dirty Heat
An Autism Charity Boxed Set


ALL PROCEEDS WILL BE DONATED TO KULTURE CITY, AN ORGANIZATION AIMED TO RAISE AUTISM AWARENESS AND SUPPORT ACCEPTANCE. 

This anthology includes 18 stories from 19 of your favorite bestselling authors, 
ranging from so sweet to velvety hot.



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Julie Morgan, USA Today Bestselling Author
Playing Her Body
When shy meets wild, keys will be played.

Nicole Garcia, New York Times Bestselling Author
Decadent Dreams
Opposites don’t always attract. Sometimes they ignite with a burning desire so deep, nothing can extinguish the flame except for the one person you are trying so desperately to stay away from. 

Claudy Conn, NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Runaway Heart
Chelsea takes on the London beau monde…but the one beau she falls in love with, belongs to her aunt! What is she to do?

Taryn Elliott & Cari Quinn, USA Today Bestselling Authors
Painkiller
All it takes is one night to fall far too deep.

Teri Riggs, USA Today Bestselling Author
Sex in the Crazy Zone
With four children, two large dogs, and extremely busy lives, is it possible for Ben and Angie to find time for sex in the crazy zone?

C.L. Pardington, Amazon Bestselling Author
In the Midst of a Hurricane
Amid tragedy and disaster, will Remy and Davina find the courage to recapture the love they lost?

Lily-Ann Johnson, Amazon Bestselling
Blondie's Hero (Heart of Teufel Hundens 1)
Bar Owner Mary-Alice Roberts needs a hero. Recently dumped and in need of an experienced bartender. Will Retired Marine SSgt Jake Peterson be the Hero the Blondie needs?

Cassandra Carr, Amazon Bestselling Author
Two on One Breakaway
Will Haley take a chance at happy-ever-after with Ian and Derek on this Valentine's Day or miss her chance forever?

Cherime MacFarlane, Award-Winning Author
Deidre of the Sorrows
She killed his father, must she get rid of Daniel too?

A.J. Matthews
Come Undone
Mac is desperately in love with his best friend Trini—but is afraid his autism will keep her from ever loving him. Can a spur-of-the-moment road trip to find Trini’s dad bring them together—or will it tear them apart forever?

Summer Graystone
A Different KInd of Pain
Could this crazy plan really work though? Would Luka be able give Maisy this one last wish, something more profound, more precious than he ever deserved?

Anna Edwards
Misguided Control
In love, sometimes there is no escape.

Kim Loraine
Until the Stars Fade
One wrong turn can lead you in the right direction.

J.M. Maurer
Seeking Love
She's not ready to open her heart. He holds the key.

Tuesday Embers
Liberating Mr. Gable
Anson Gable wasn't looking to stay, but when he met Etta, he found he didn't want to leave.

Jamallah Bergman
Are You Lonesome Tonight
Like daughter, like mother, life tends to parallel through the years.

Dylan Allen
Leap
She wants to take a leap of faith for love, but will he catch her when she falls?

J.A. LaFrance
From Sweet to Tart
With her self-confidence at an all-time low, will a trip to the club help her build it back up, or will she be left more confused than before?

Beth Fred
The Other Marlowe Girl
Help comes in many forms--even a gorgeous stranger.

Mary Rogers
Spring Fling
Did she truly steal his magic all those years ago? Or was the real theft his heart?


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Release Day Blitz: Love You So Hard by Tara Lain

Posted on Apr 6, 2018 with No comments
Happy Release Day Tara Lain!!!

Blurb:
A Love You So Story
Craig Elson’s life has hit rock bottom. Even though he’s one of the best strategic planners around, a more confident guy takes credit for his work, and despite being a good-looking man, he suffers insults from the slimiest creep at the bar. Taking care of his beloved mom, who has Alzheimer’s, uses all his funds, leaving him in a plain, depressing car… and a plain, depressing life.
Until he sees gorgeous grad student Jesse Randall and his T-shirt that reads “I Would Bottom You So Hard.” The message seeps into Craig’s soul, and he asks Jesse to teach him to top.
Jesse’s had his eye on the quiet hottie who comes into the coffee shop, and he’s more than eager to perfect his tutoring. He sets out to get Craig a new job, a new apartment, and a new life so far outside plain and depressing that it’s unrecognizable.The problem is, Craig loves his lessons—and his teacher—too much to want to graduate. How can Craig reach the top without losing his sassy bottom?
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Excerpt
 Five more minutes.
Craig took a sip of his latte and forced himself to lean against the coffee shop wall and stare at his phone screen. If the guy didn’t come in five minutes, he had to leave and get to work.
This was a huge day. That promotion would make the difference in—well, everything. But the guy was his good-luck charm. He really didn’t want to miss him. Maybe the kid would wear that shirt stretched across his lean chest. Craig swallowed hard and sipped the coffee.
Craig looked up as the door opened, then sighed softly when he saw a woman with two kids. The little boy and girl were pulling on her arms and yelling at each other. She got in line and let the two kids go. The boy grabbed for his sister, missed, flew across the store, and smashed into Craig’s legs. Craig grabbed his latte, dropped his phone, coffee splashed, and he jumped back to keep it off his suit. The woman behind him hollered and pushed him as his foot sank down on her toe.
Turning, he came face-to-face with her frown. He mirrored it. “I’m so sorry!”
A scream ricocheted off the walls, Craig looked back to see the kid in a heap on the floor, yelling his lungs out as people stared at Craig like he was a child molester.
The mother rushed over, grabbed the kid up in her arms, and carried him back to the line. No apology, no recognition of Craig’s existence. Jesus, what the hell was he? Invisible? He knew the answer to that one. His father had certainly told him often enough. With a sigh he reached down for his phone. Somehow it wasn’t broken.
He glanced at the door and then at his watch. Damn. Two more minutes.
People in the line chatted as they waited for Ida and Will to serve them. Craig didn’t actually know Ida and Will, but he’d heard him—the kid in the T-shirt—say their names a couple of times.
Thirty seconds. Come on—
The door pushed open. Oh yes, thank you, God. Every time, it was like some commercial on television for perfume or something. Time slowed down. The guy’s long, black-denim-clad leg stretched through the door, the fabric tightening across his thigh muscles. Another step and the jeans cupped his package like a jeweler showing off a diamond. The guy wasn’t real tall. Maybe five foot ten—inches shorter than Craig—but he added up to Craig’s idea of perfection.
That face. Half god, half elf. On the one hand, he had high cheekbones and a nicely shaped jaw. Real architectural. But that was in total contrast to the bright, crinkly eyes, the turned-up nose, and dishwater-blond hair that looked like it had been hacked into submission with a lawnmower—a very sexy lawnmower.
Craig sighed. Above the jeans, the guy wore a windbreaker with the hem of a white polo shirt sticking out. No black T-shirt. No shirt of Craig’s dreams. The shirt that ran through his mind as he sat at his desk working out strategic plans.
The one that said I Would Bottom You So Hard.
The kid had only worn it once that Craig had seen. That was all it took. Sure, he would have noticed this guy no matter what. He was that delicious. But he was also maybe twenty-one or twenty-two, which was at least four or five years too young for Craig. But the shirt. He saw it and the promise seeped right into his heart. His soul.
I would bottom you so hard. Damn, no one ever let Craig top. In thirty-two years of life, he’d never once topped. Even though he was tall, there was just something about him that screamed Shove my feet over my head and fuck me. Hell, he wasn’t complaining exactly. At least he got fucked—sometimes. But nobody thought of him as a top. Anywhere. He wasn’t even sure he bottomed hard.
The kid danced in the line. He didn’t have earbuds in, so he must be dancing to the music in his head. Craig glanced at his watch. He should go, but it was hard to leave that flexing ass. What would it be like to push his cock into that cute crack outlined between the denim pockets?
Whoa! He adjusted his suit coat over his bulge.
The kid’s pretty voice sang out—a little high but still real masculine. “Hey, Ida, babes. Do you have three caramel macchiatos for me, puh-leez?”
The older woman, heavyset, wearing an apron over her jeans and shirt, laughed. “For you, sweetheart, anything.”
Man, that was the truth. This was one of those genetically gifted charmers.
The man he’d heard called Will, who seemed like the owner of the coffee shop, leaned over the other end of the counter and waved. And then he said it. First time Craig had heard it. “Hi, Jesse. How you doin’, kid?”
Jesse. Jesse. Jesse. Perfect name. 




He opened the door and peeked out. Still there. Across the room, Jesse sat with his feet up on the table, looking completely at home. That was his secret. The guy appeared at home in the world. Craig? Not so much.
Squaring his shoulders, he walked back to his comfy seat and perched on the edge. “I’m glad you stayed.”
Jesse grinned. “Me too. I don’t have another class today, and my first student doesn’t come until four thirty.”
“Oh good.” Craig stared at the words on the guy’s chest. I Would Bottom You So Hard. He took a deep breath. “Would you tutor me?”
One thousand points. Jesse didn’t laugh. “What kind of tutoring do you need?”
He swallowed—doing that a lot—and stared at his hands. “I want to learn how to top.” One million points. He still didn’t laugh. Craig looked up at that calm pixie face. “I mean, don’t misunderstand. You wouldn’t have to, uh, have sex with me.” He glanced around, but no one was nearby.
Jesse grinned. “How exactly would I teach you to top without having sex with you?”
Excellent question. “I thought maybe you could just tell me, you know. Describe.”
One deep dimple flashed. “You have had sex before?”
Craig nodded. “Oh yes, but I always bottom.”
“But you know what the guy on top does, right?”
Well, damn, this wasn’t going well. “Yes, but I thought since you really like to bottom—your shirt and all—you could tell me what you like in a top. My experience isn’t all that, uh—all that.” His ears burned. Maybe running away and never coming back to the coffee shop would be good.
“But you wouldn’t want me to show you?”
Craig looked up. “Oh no, you wouldn’t have to do that.”
“Have to? What if I wanted to have sex with you?” He grinned. “As a way of demonstrating?”
Craig could feel his eyes widen, but he couldn’t control them. “That—” He cleared his throat. “—would be fine.” He stared at Jesse’s blue eyes. “It’s just, I’m so much older and not your type, and I thought you wouldn’t want to.”
Jesse cocked his head. “How do you know my type?”
Talk about flustered. “I don’t. I just figured it wouldn’t be me.”
Jesse leaned forward. “Craig, may I ask why you want to top?” His face looked open and compassionate.
Hell, might as well tell the truth. “I think it’s kind of a metaphor for the rest of my life.”


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Early Review: A Scandalous Deal by Joanna Shupe

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Joanna Shupe returns with another unforgettable novel set in the glittering world of New York City’s Gilded Age…

They call her Lady Unlucky…

With three dead fiancés, Lady Eva Hyde has positively no luck when it comes to love. She sets sail for New York City, determined that nothing will deter her dream of becoming an architect, certainly not an unexpected passionate shipboard encounter with a mysterious stranger. But Eva’s misfortune strikes once more when she discovers the stranger who swept her off her feet is none other than her new employer.

Or is it Lady Irresistible?

Phillip Mansfield reluctantly agrees to let the fiery Lady Eva oversee his luxury hotel project while vowing to keep their relationship strictly professional. Yet Eva is more capable—and more alluring—than Phillip first thought, and he cannot keep from drawing up a plan of his own to seduce her.

When a series of onsite “accidents” makes it clear someone wants Lady Unlucky to earn her nickname, Phillip discovers he’s willing to do anything to protect her—even if it requires A SCANDALOUS DEAL.

4 STARS


A Scandalous Deal is sure to make you tingle! Shupe delivers another outstanding adventure against the backdrop of New York. Shupe's ability to bring to life a time of wondrous creativity and awe is superb. Eva and Phillip have an undeniable attraction that drive this story. They are wonderfully paired and complement the entire story. I love how Shupe brings to life strong women who are over shadowed by the men of those times. Phillip is a sexy and powerful male hero with a well-known temper. That being said I wish Phillip had been as intense as Julius in the first book in the series. A Scandalous Deal is an exciting story start to finish. I can't wait to read more from Shupe.







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Pub Date: April 24, 2018

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Cover Reveal Blitz: Plummet To Soar by Z.A. Maxfield

Posted on Apr 2, 2018 with No comments


A brand new story from Best-selling author Z.A. Maxfield!



Plummet To Soar
by Z.A. Maxfield

Blurb:

Feckless, luckless, and charming, Mackenzie Detweiler is the author of a self-help book one reviewer calls “the most misbegotten motivational tool since Mein Kampf.” He’s maneuvered himself into a career as a life coach, but more often than not, his advice is bad. Really bad.

It’s even getting people hurt… and Mackenzie sued.

It falls to Mackenzie’s long-suffering editor, JD Chambers, to deliver the bad news. He chooses to do so face-to-face—to see if the spark he senses between them is real when they’re together in the flesh. Unfortunately, a snowstorm, a case of nerves, a case of mistaken identity, and finally a murder get in the way of a potential enemies-to-lovers romance.

There are many, many people who have good reason to want Mackenzie dead. JD must find out which one is acting on it before it’s too late for both of them.



Release Date:
May 8, 2018


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Excerpt



JD was pissed because he felt goddamn nothing.
Stupid for hoping that, if he embraced the worst, his fears would go away.
Stupid for asking for more than he had when he was arguably the richest, luckiest person he knew.
Stupid for trying out any advice he got from a dumbass like Mac, who had turned out to be just another fucked-up human being after all—even if he was a delightful one.
They were all lucky no one had gotten killed. Yet.
Everyone from editorial to corporate had put in a word. Plummet was going to be pulled off the shelves the following Monday. Press releases had been written. Lawyers were on standby. And he had to tell Mac about that too.
Sorry. I’m the man you trusted with your career, and I’m here to pull the rug out.
It wasn’t right to keep it from him. Years back, they’d pulled a book on canning while the author reworked the section on food safety. Those things happened. But they wouldn’t offer Mac a chance to rewrite and rerelease. The ideas JD had embraced so fully only alarmed them after his ludicrous brush with death, though it had nothing to do with the book.
No. The board didn’t want anything to do with Mac anymore.
JD had argued at first. Thrown his weight around. What happened to him didn’t result from Plummet to Soar. All he’d done was attend a contentious co-op board meeting. Those were a bore but not normally dangerous. It wasn’t like he’d run with the bulls in Pamplona. No one could have foreseen his ex catching him in the parking garage alone.
JD absently rubbed his knee. And why, when his leg was broken on one side, did the other knee hurt so much? JD made a mental note to call his doctor and find out.
His eyes snapped open when the water shut off. From the other side of the door came the sound of more humming and rustling noises. Curiosity was killing JD truly. Killing him.
How did connecting doors in hotels work, anyway? Were there two doors or just one? It seemed kinda old-school—a knob, a dead bolt.
Is the lock engaged?
As though it heated before his eyes, the lock seemed to glow with some inner fire. The knob was the only thing he could focus on.
God, his leg hurt. The buzz from the fight, from the bar, was fading. If he took a pain pill, it would knock him out too hard.
JD laid his cheek against the door and put his hand on the knob. Nope. Nope, Nope. Nope. The door between their rooms felt cool. He let go of the knob, as though it would brand him, but that was just more melodramatic bullshit. He could hear his mother’s voice telling him to get a grip on himself. Which, really, anyone who ever met him would have known that having a grip on himself was part of the goddamn problem.
Try the door.
It was almost as though the door were talking to him—or was that wishful thinking?
He wanted to try it anyway, and what was it they said about confirmation bias? You generally fall in with the data that supports what you already believe?
No. It wasn’t all a scam.
The doorknob turned in his hand. The door opened in his direction. He had to step back to get out of its way. And then he was standing there, staring at Kenzie Detweiler, who wore nothing but a towel.
He looked like a tanned monster, pieced together from scraps. His skin, a patchwork of scars from the dozens of surgeries required after his accident.
Christ, he was beautiful. He had a warrior’s body—lean and weathered, hard from surfing and hiking and biking and sun. He smelled like coconuts, as absurd there in the frozen tundra as Kenzie himself, as absurd as a man created entirely from sunshine and disaster. It was agony to be with him in the darkened room. But JD only had to smile to make Kenzie come to him. Kenzie offered a small, courageous smile in return, and that was it.
They came together sloppily, with more heat than finesse. Lips crashed, teeth clacked together, hands found purchase on skin. There was only hair for JD to grab on to—hair or the rigid, well-defined muscles of a mature athlete. Kenzie got hold of JD’s clothes and dragged him close, his cock rampant, shocking both of them with the fierceness of his need.
JD fell back against the doorjamb, dizzy with lust and shock and the utter wrongness of Kenzie kissing a man he didn’t know was him.
He let his head fall back. “Wait—”
As soon as the word was out of JD’s mouth, Kenzie dropped his hands and stepped away, red-faced and sweating.
“No.” Kenzie’s eyes were too bright. “Shit, shit, shit. I’m so sorry.”
“No worries.” All JD could think about was how to get rid of the towel. He reached for it.
“Wait.” Both hands up, Kenzie confessed. “I left the door unlocked on purpose. I’m such a fucking dog. But the way you acted, I thought you’d want to talk, not—”
“My fault.” JD worked to unstick his tongue. His mouth was bone-dry, his heart racing. He was so turned on he hurt, and fuck—no way. He’d have to tell Kenzie everything. Now. “I’m not who you think I am.”
Mac laughed. “Duh, secret squirrel. There’s no Douglas on my flight manifest. Who the hell are you?”
“Er—” Having Kenzie’s body against his robbed him of speech, of breath, of functional brain cells. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than he wanted to feel that lightly furred athletic body against his, without a towel, without clothes, or a goddamn broken leg. He’d have to keep his boot on if they fucked, and suddenly he felt vindicated for all those scenarios he’d placed his anatomical drawing figurines in since puberty.
Kenzie cupped his face. His thick, hard cock proved JD’s desire wasn’t one-sided. The contact made him squirm, and when Kenzie finally stiffened with resolve to pull away, JD wanted to collapse at his feet and sob.
“I can’t do this.” Kenzie let him go. “I’m sorry. You have no idea. If there were any other way, I’d totally be down. But—”
JD tried to follow him and stepped wrong. Oops. There went the pain again, and the sweat, and his body was so confused. He was hard, he was hurt, he was hungry too, goddammit. He wondered if taking a pill after all the alcohol was even safe.
“Oh God, Kenzie.” He practically threw himself at Kenzie. “It’s me. JD. Just... don’t flip out. Okay? It’s JD.”
“JD?” Kenzie pulled back, pale with shock.
He swallowed. “Er—”
This is how you do it?” Kenzie asked. “This is how we meet? You lie to me?”
“No. Not really. My name is Douglas. Middle name.” It was time to come clean, but it was harder than he’d thought. “I... I had to see you. I missed you so much. But there’s... umm... a business problem we need to talk about.”
“My God, JD. I thought you’d been downsized or something.” Apparently oblivious to his near nudity, he caught both of JD’s hands and peered deeply into his eyes. “Are you all right? Jesus, you’ve got a broken leg, and you’re probably angry with me, and I’m not even sure—”
“I’m not angry—”
“Don’t lie. You came here to give me hell. I could see it when we met.” Kenzie glanced at JD’s leg in horror. “What did you do? Please tell me you didn’t go skydiving or something stupid like that.”
“It’s nothing to do with Plummet.” Still in the doorway between their rooms, still throbbing with unaccustomed lust and shame, he waved off the question. “It was a total fluke. I was just—”
“Were you mad at me about something? Because all of a sudden you were just—gone. Breathe with me.” Kenzie stood on tiptoe to brush their cheeks together while they breathed in that familiar way. Count to four on the inhale. Count to eight on the exhale, which felt so much nicer in person. A text with the words Breathe with me had nothing on the feel of Kenzie’s body, flush against JD’s—the sharp angles and crisp hair and pebbled brown flesh of his nipples. “You can tell me. Did I piss you off somehow? I do that. Most people—”
“Oh, no.” His heart was going to break if Kenzie thought he’d been faithless.... He pressed his forehead to Kenzie’s. “It’s nothing like that. I was an idiot.”
Kenzie’s smile was hesitant. “Was it because I pressured you to talk on the phone? To meet me in person? I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s not that either, Kenzie. I—”
“I felt like we really had something, JD. You and me were Lamplighters. We were gonna light up the world. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
Oh, when Kenzie said the words that way, how could he? Of course he was Kenzie’s man. #RideNDie. No choice anymore, really. Not since he’d fallen in love.
His heart hurt. Whether it was because it wasn’t going to be easy, or because Kenzie felt the need to ask, he didn’t know.
“It’s seems pretty cheesy, now.” JD’s turn to blush. “Considering.”
“Waging love and peace is not cheesy,” Kenzie said softly. “It’s more essential than ever in a frightening world. We have to be brave and strong and uphold our principles.”
JD cleared his throat. “I didn’t have the confidence to meet you. I’m sorry about that now. That was the one thing I did think, when”—he tapped his boot with his crutch—“this happened. I wished I had.”
Kenzie’s smile was radiant, glowing with warmth and humor and wickedness. “Never too late.”
“Please?” JD was taller by half a foot, and yet it was Kenzie who wrapped him in his arms and Kenzie who bruised him with the most exciting kisses he’d ever received. Kenzie shoved his back into the doorjamb again. Switzerland, he guessed. Between the rooms was neither Kenzie’s nor his territory yet.
Soon, though. Soon he’d let Kenzie roll past his borders and over his hills and valleys. Kenzie could plant his flag on anything of JD’s he wanted, anything in the world he asked for, everything JD had.
“Please,” he whispered again as he pressed kisses to Kenzie’s face, his neck, and his jaw.
“On it.” In Kenzie’s impatience, he broke a belt loop pulling the buckle loose. JD let his hands play while he memorized the mesmerizing sweep of muscle that was Kenzie’s back—strong, tan, ripply, sure.
He was warm and alive and there. Oh God, Kenzie was right there, and he was real, even if the plummet things were the saddest little parade JD’d ever seen.
“Where?” Kenzie asked. “Wing chair? Bed? I’ll suck you. Where would you be most comfortable?”
“I—”
“Fuck it.” Kenzie dropped to his knees and mouthed JD’s cock through his boxer briefs.
“Oh—” JD’s mouth stayed in that shocked, round O of perfection that is the surprise of hot breath on your dick through cotton fabric— and also the sound of glass shattering when the curtains blow in, along with a massive gust of wind and snow.
Boom, crack, crack, crack. Kenzie’s paper cutout flew across the room—head full of holes and smoking—to land on the bed.





About The Author

Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back.  Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.

If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.” 

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