Thursday, November 17, 2016



FIRST READS GIVEAWAY
 
Gay/Erotic Romance 
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Second Shot (A Straight to Gay Contemporary Romance) will soon be available for preorder. It's going live on December 8 2016. You can read an excerpt below. 
In the meantime, I'm giving away three First Reads digital copies.

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Dillon McQueen has magic in his blood, but it’s untrained and hard to control. His spells don’t always hit the mark. He wishes there was someone he could turn to for guidance, but he was abandoned as an infant, and his heritage remains a mystery. Out in the everyday world, Dillon has a law degree from Harvard, but opted to work independently, on the investigative side of things.
Enter Nick Montana, former Army Ranger, still connected to Special Forces, presently working freelance. Six years ago, Dillon had a mad crush on the enigmatic Montana, but his feelings went unfulfilled, as Montana is straight. Now the ranger steps back into Dillon’s life to ask him to team-up and rescue a young boy who was kidnapped by human traffickers.
When the two men go undercover at a male strip club, to play the roles of gay men, Dillon inadvertently casts a spell that has interesting repercussions.
 
 EXCERPT

When a tall figure moved behind the concierge’s desk, the hair on the nape of Dillon’s neck stirred. He glanced up and froze in disbelief. My God, it’s him. As much as Dillon had taken the dream that was Nick Montana to heart six years ago, he’d never expected to see him again. Unsure now if he should approach and say hi, or pretend he hadn’t seen him.
The decision was made when Montana flicked his gaze in Dillon’s direction. He hesitated for a split second, then made an abrupt turn and strode straight toward Dillon.
Though he'd carried a dazzling image of Nick Montana in his mind for six years, Dillon had almost convinced himself it was part of his credulous youth, and was not based on reality. In truth, none of his recollections came close to the present reality. Montana looked taller and more rugged than Dillon remembered and sexy as hell. Dillon thrust his hands into his pockets and did his best to look casual.
At six feet even, Dillon was shorter than Montana, and had to tilt his head to look at the older man, who flashed him a quick smile. “Hi Dillon, I’m glad I caught you.”
Dillon’s befuddled brain wasn’t following. “Caught me?"
“Matt Ellis sent me. He tried to contact you, but your cell’s not working.”
“Oh, yeah, charger’s on the blink.” He tried to focus. “Matt sent you?”
”He wants us to team up on a mission, if you don’t mind cutting your vacation short.”
Dillon stared. “Team up?” Even if he could only look, it was a gift from heaven.
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“What? Oh, no, no problem. I was about to check out anyway. Always happy to help Matt out—” He forced air into his lungs. “What kind of mission?”
“A rescue attempt, which we can we discuss over a cup of coffee? I’ve been traveling for twenty-two hours and I haven’t slept in thirty-eight.”
They chose the restaurant on the hotel's mezzanine floor. It was large and pleasantly decorated in shades of blue, most of the tables were occupied by holiday makers, enjoying a light meal after a lazy day at the beach. Dillon and Montana sat down at a four-top, facing each other.
Since it was impossible to tell from Montana’s expression what was going on in his head, Dillon used his psychic power to try and get a fix on his thoughts. It had failed him in the past, and frustratingly, it still did, which meant he still had no idea if Montana knew he was gay. Dillon suspected he didn’t, or he wouldn’t have accepted him as a partner. Most straight men didn’t want to hang with a gay guy. In case others started to question their masculinity.
A cheerful, dark-haired waitress hurried over to take their orders. Glancing at the menu, Nick asked for roast beef on rye, with all the trimmings.
Dillon just ordered coffee. He was too jittery to eat with Montana sitting across from him oozing his special brand of charisma. While men had always come easy to Dillon, few had stimulated his chemistry adequately to merit more than a few dates, probably because he’d been using Montana’s image as a bench mark for six years. Despite the water under the bridge his heart still ached for the unattainable, which meant he was bound to get hurt again if he took this mission. He wondered, in the interest of self-preservation, if he should try and finagle his way out of it.
”So how’s life treating you, Dillon? Last I heard you were heading to law school.”

Dillon blinked back, looked into Montana’s expressive dark eyes and knew there was no way he could pull out of the assignment. Not without looking like an idiot. Whatever else happened, he didn’t want to lose Montana’s respect. He gave a small smile. “Yes, I went ahead and got my law degree, even though I’d already decided to work on the investigative side of things.”
“And how are you finding it?”
“Managing to stay busy.” Because he was dying to know what Montana might be thinking about him, as he was now, he added, “I’m surprised you agreed to take me on as a partner. I recall you saying you preferred to work solo.”
Montana nodded. “I do, but this mission is complicated, and you come highly recommended by Matt.” He looked up and smiled as the waitress placed his sandwich on the table and poured them coffee from a thermal jug.
Dillon waited until she left, then went on, “So, how long have you worked for Matt?”
“A few years, off and on."
Dillon was intrigued to realize he’d had a connection to Montana through Matt and hadn’t known it. He watched as Montana poured cream into his coffee, thinking how the angles of his broad cheekbones and strong nose were a sharp contrast to his generously curved mouth. He couldn't count the times he'd dreamt about kissing that mouth— He glanced away, told himself to stick to business.
"Tell me about the mission."