Blog Tour: Digging Deep by Jay Hogan (Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)

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“So, tell me about this condition of yours. You said it’s Crohn’s, right?” I mentally ducked knowing this was sensitive ground, but I wanted to understand.

A deep-edged frown chased any hint of that earlier smile from his face and he looked… frankly, pissed. Good.

“Why?” He glared, all those prickly defences locking into position, and I could almost feel the chill settle between us.

I shrugged. “If I’m gonna be shafted because of some disease, I think I at least deserve to know what I’m up against.”

He laughed derisively. “No, you really don’t want to know, and I mean really don’t.”

It was my turn to get pissy. “Why? Think I can’t handle it?”

He snorted and pushed his chair back, eyes black with annoyance.

Oops. Too far.

He side-eyed me with annoyance. “I knew this was a bad idea. Not everything is about you, Caleb. It’s not about what you can handle or not. To be honest, what you can or can’t handle means fuck all to me, and there’s nothing between us that says I have to hang out all my private health shit for you to peruse and pass judgement on, thank you very much.” He made a grab for his jacket.

Shit, shit, shit. Way to screw that up completely. “Whoa. Hey, I’m sorry.” I stood and almost placed a hand on his arm before an icy glare warned me off. I raised both hands instead. “Just don’t storm off, okay. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No kidding.”

“Okay, I deserved that, but we’ve already established I’m an arsehole, right? So maybe a little leeway while I learn to not be such a fucking tool? Please?”

He didn’t immediately leave, but standing there staring at me with a “Why should I even fucking bother with you?” look in his eye, wasn’t precisely a win in my books either. But exactly how much I cared about what his answer was gonna be was an eye-opener. Carmen’s smirk made an unwelcome appearance in my thoughts, and yeah, I wasn’t going to be in a hurry to share this little nugget with her.

Having drawn enough curious looks from café patrons, twitching their beards in curiosity, I chose to sit and wait Drake out, pushing his chair toward him with my foot in some kind of silent offering. He stared at it for a minute, huffed, and then dropped back down with a little more force than I felt was strictly warranted. Not that I was gonna say anything. I’m stupid, not suicidal.

“It was a dick thing to say,” I said.

Drake raised a brow. “Which part?”

I grinned. “All of it, I’m guessing?”

He snorted and shifted his gaze out the window. “It’s a sensitive subject, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

No kidding. “I can see that. In my defence, I wasn’t just being nosey.”

He glanced back, clearly unconvinced, but took his kombucha in hand once again, which I hoped meant I had a minute or two at least to convince him.

“I wasn’t. Look, it’s no secret that I like you. And I think maybe, just maybe, you like me too.”

His expression remained impassive. “And you think this, why?”

“Well for starters we’re here, aren’t we? Surprised the shit out of me. I mean, let’s face it. You’re a bit… ah, spiky…”

He cocked an amused brow. “Spiky?”

Nah, I wasn’t gonna touch that. “… and you could’ve apologised over the phone. You didn’t have to do the whole coffee thing.” I waited, but he just sat there looking flinty and gorgeous. Fucker. He was gonna make me do this the hard way. Well, okay, then. “Just don’t hit me for a minute, okay?”

“No promises.” He took a mouthful of his drink.

“You say you don’t date much,” I continued. “And then you tack on ‘obviously’ like I should just understand that. Well, I don’t. I get that you have this—” I waved my hand around. “—condition? That you need to be up close and personal with bathrooms on a regular basis….”

An almost grin cracked his face before he swallowed it quickly, but I’d seen the chink.

I continued. “I genuinely want to understand.” The simple truth of that surprised even me. “If you don’t want to explain, then fine, we’ll go our separate ways, though I personally think that’d be a shame. Why not educate me? I promise to keep my dickheadishness to a minimum.”

This time I did get a smile and I felt like I’d won the fucking lottery.

He pushed his coffee cup aside, leaned back in his chair, and eyeballed me. “You’re an odd one, Caleb Ashton.”

I grinned. “That has to be a step up from a dickhead, right?”

“A smidgeon.”

My grin widened. “A smidgeon, huh? I’ll take that.”

He laughed and ran his gaze slowly over my face. My cheeks heated under the scrutiny, but I didn’t move a muscle.

He leaned forward to rest on his elbows. “First you tell me what you know about Crohn’s disease.” There was a decided edge to his voice. “You must have looked it up… if you’re as interested as you say you are.” He leaned back again, arms crossed.

If I wasn’t being tested, I’d eat my fucking hat.

“Wow. Tough crowd,” I half joked. “Did I look it up? Yes. But when I started reading, I realised I’d prefer you told me. It read like it’s different things to different people and the websites mostly just give worst-case scenarios.”

“How do you know that’s not me? A worst-case scenario?”

I held his eye. “I don’t. But I figure I’d rather hear that from the horse’s mouth so to speak. It didn’t put me off, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m here, aren’t I?”

He considered that for a minute. “But you read something. So, CliffsNotes?”

“Is this a quiz?” I tried to joke.

He didn’t answer.


I sighed. “Fine. Crohn’s disease. Cause, unknown for certain but there are the usual suspects: genetics, autoimmune responses going haywire, and environmental stuff like infections and such.” I paused.

He nodded. “Go on.”

Really? I thought that was a pretty good effort from memory, and I was about done jumping through his hoops to be honest. “It fucks with your bowel and you have to shit a lot. Satisfied?” I sat back and threw my hands up in the air.

For a second he just stared at me, and I thought for sure I’d blown it. “Shall I just leave now and save you the bother of dropping my arse?”

Butterflies rallied in my stomach as Drake seemed to give the option genuine consideration for more than a few seconds. Then his face cracked into a wide grin and he laughed, loudly. It was the sweetest goddamn sound, and I couldn’t help but join in. After a minute he drew breath and wiped his sleeve across his eyes.

“Well, fuck me, Caleb.” He was still chuckling.

I cleared my throat and took a moment. Go big or go home, right? “If I were ever lucky enough to have that opportunity—” I eyed him pointedly. “—I do understand that it may not be as straightforward as I might be used to.”

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Release Blitz: How to Run with the Wolves (How to Howl at the Moon #5) by Eli Easton (Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)

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Howl At The Moon Series

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Zeus loves his job on the Mad Creek Search & Rescue team, and his inner Saint Bernard is finally being used to his full potential. When he sees a mysterious and wild-looking quickened—a dog shifter—at an earthquake site in Alaska, Zeus is compelled to investigate. Zeus falls hard for the primal beauty of Timo and of Alaska itself. Both call to his deep canine soul. But the Qimmig pack’s laws are as harsh as the Alaskan winters, and Timo is out of his reach.

Timo’s pack of dog shifters left their Inuit village generations ago and have lived wild ever since. Not trusting the “one-skinned,” and with their numbers dwindling, the Qimmig are on the verge of extinction. Timo is shocked to discover a whole group of “two-skinned” working as a rescue team, and he is particularly fascinated by Zeus, a gentle giant. He senses what Zeus feels for him… but it’s forbidden.
Can Mad Creek save this lost quickened clan? Perhaps—if they can learn how to run with the wolves.

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Blog Tour ~ Serpent’s Teardrop by Mary Rundle (Guest Post + Excerpt + Giveaway)

Serpent's Teardrop - Mary Rundle

Mary Rundle has a new MM paranormal book out: Serpent’s Teardrop.

The Blackwood Pack saga continues…

This is part of an on-going series by Amazon Bestselling Author, Mary Rundle, and catching up on previous titles is advised. Readers of the past books will enjoy meeting old friends once more as the pack does what it does best ̶ caring for one another and helping shifters everywhere.

Brian, a.k.a. “The Loch Ness Monster” has searched for his Fated Mate in vain for more than 600 years until he scents Reif in the frigid waters of the lake. But his mate seems to be purposely eluding him, so Brian turns to the Shaman of the Blackwood Pack to help find him.

Reif, one of a line of ancient shifters thought to be extinct is drawn to Brian but must focus on completing a mission to free his enslaved people from the clutches of an evil group. Despite his powerful attraction to Brian, he hides from him, believing it’s the only choice he has.

That changes when Reif surreptitiously kisses Brian while he’s sleeping, setting off a chain of events that puts both of them in mortal danger, and the powerful Blackwood pack resolves to help them stave off the wrath of vampires and witches.

Along the way, both Brian and Reif learn some hard lessons about the mutual trust necessary to achieve the happiness and fulfillment both have sought for hundreds of years.

A heartbreaking confession, an action-packed rescue, a riveting courtroom battle and many unexpected twists and turns make this passionate love story by Mary Rundle impossible to put down once you’ve read the first page.

Series Blurb:

Join the journey of the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates – stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure. Each book has two main characters who meet, fall in love, mate and achieve an HEA but the stories also chronicle the continuing saga of the Blackwood Pack. The series is best appreciated by reading the books in order.

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Blog Tour ~ The Purple Method by Victoria Milne (Exclusive Extract + Giveaway)

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“God, Lee’s a slave driver,” Tony grumbled as he hefted another drum case into the ambulance. “Why he couldn’t let us do this tomorrow, I don’t know.”

“He saw the amount of beer we got for the party,” Kyle said as he joined them. “Don’t think any of us are going to be in a fit state to do anything tomorrow.” Kyle yawned.

“Did Sian get back home okay to start letting everyone in?” Max asked.

“She messaged me a couple of minutes back,” Kyle said. “She’s nearly sold all the gear, so Jade’s giving her a lift.”

“You all live together?” Rick asked.

“Guys, this is Rick, friend of Pete’s.”

Rick gave a little wave.

“Hey,” Kyle said.

“Yeah, we do,” Tony said. “Lee and Kyle moved in three years ago, and Sian, what, a year back maybe?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Max nodded toward the club. “Is there much left in there?”

“Na, a few odd bits,” Tony said. “If you want a shower, you’d better go do it now. Your bag’s in the dressing room.”

“Thanks.” Max leaped out of the ambulance and turned to look at Rick. “Don’t let anyone mess up my system. They forget we all need a place to sit.”

“Hey,” Tony said. “That shit was fun. What part of sitting on top of the amps as we drove back to the motel wasn’t fun?”

“The part where I fell on my ass and nearly got crushed. That part,” Max said, clearly trying not to laugh. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Rick was careful to follow his instructions, and it wasn’t long before Max reappeared with dripping hair and dressed in fresh black cargo pants, a tight black T-shirt, and chunky, buckled boots. He was a walking wet dream—a straight wet dream. Rick sighed. Just his luck.

“Come on, Max, we’ve got a party to get to,” Lee called out from the driver’s seat as they all took their spots.

The ambulance choked to life. From where Rick was sitting, near the front behind Lee, he could only see Pete opposite him. Kyle was someplace toward the back, and Tony sat up front with Lee.

“Fuck me, I have a seat,” Max said, and Rick craned his neck to watch him clamber into the back and sit in the one clear space. He gave Rick a small smile as he did so, but then curled up, rested his head on one of Tony’s drums, and closed his eyes.

Rick ignored the excited banter going on around him, choosing instead to watch Max sleep. Max looked so vulnerable, so different from how he’d been onstage.

It turned out that Purple Method didn’t live far from the Torrens Club. The ambulance soon braked hard, rattling, and came to an abrupt halt. Max unlocked the back doors and jumped out. The noise coming from outside almost matched what they’d left at the venue. By the time Rick had scrambled out, Max was nowhere to be seen. A multitude of cars and motorcycles surrounded what looked like a three-floor townhouse on a slight hill, with the open front door on the middle level and steps leading up to it. Hordes of people wearing Purple Method T-shirts headed right for them, and loud rock music blared from the house.

“Looks like Sian’s done a good job,” Kyle said as she waved and hurried over.

“Yeah, it was a great idea getting her to let people in.” Tony patted him on the back. “Don’t want to upset the neighbors by having everyone hanging around outside.”

Rick gaped at him. Tony was serious. Surely the number of vehicles surrounding their place, not to mention the volume of their music, should have also been a concern to him. They must be the worst neighbors ever. He was thankful he lived in a quiet cul-de-sac across town.

Meet Max and Rick in a fun and entertaining summer read about a bunch of crazy-ass heavy metal musicians, a martial arts expert, and loads and loads of really delicious food. Purple Method is out on 9th July!

Are you ready to join the party?

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Blog Tour ~ Let Me Show You by Becca Seymour (Excerpt + Guest Post + Giveaway)

Let Me Show You

Becca Seymour has a new MM contemporary romance out: “Let Me Show You.”

When a veterinarian and a construction worker connect, it takes mishaps, mistakes, and a Rhodesian Ridgeback named Rex to show them they’re made for each other.

Dr. Carter Falon is content living a quiet life in a small town caring for his animal patients. That doesn’t mean he’s not looking for a distraction. After finding himself precariously wedged… naked and at the mercy of a drop-dead gorgeous construction worker, Carter hires his savior to renovate his home.

When Tanner Grady’s best friend and new niece needed him, he uprooted and relocated without a second thought. His life has since been centered on work and spending time with his family, but when he comes to the rescue of a cute vet, Tanner finds he’s a lot more interested in the homeowner than the house he’s renovating.

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Blog Tour: Crossing the Touchline (An Auckland Med Story) by Jay Hogan (Exclusive Excerpt+Giveaway)

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With his ear pods in, he was completely unaware of my approach till I was virtually up in his face, and those few seconds gave me precious time to drink him in. Wearing soft, dark jeans that hugged every curve of those long legs, a tight black T-shirt with The Clash in neon green across the chest, a cropped black leather jacket, metal-studded biker boots, and thick strokes of emerald guyliner highlighting those gorgeous tawny eyes, he looked good enough to lay out on the tarmac and eat there and then. That I didn’t simply keep walking and press myself hard up against him, demanding to be fucked senseless right there over the bonnet of his BMW, deserved a fucking gold medal.

He caught sight of my shoes first before his gaze flicked up to my face. The evident irritation when he saw who it was had me wincing. Sure, there might have been a flicker of interest to start, but nah, mostly irritation.

“Hi.” Yep, I was a charmer.

His face gave nothing away. “Hi?”

As in, “What the hell are you doing here,” hi? Well, okay, then. “I just wanted to say thanks again—for saving Cory the other day.”

His gaze remained steady. “You’ve said that. Several times, in fact.”

Right. Not much to work with there. But since when had common sense ever stood in the way of stupidity and raging attraction? “I know, but I’d like the chance to explain… if you’ll hear me out.”

He glanced over my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but follow his gaze. A few more of my teammates, including Mathew, were now shooting the shit in a group by the entrance. None close enough to overhear our conversation, thank God.

“No need.” His tone was flat, his gaze fixed on the group of players.

“Nothing to do with me.”

Jesus, talk about pulling teeth. “Maybe not, but I’d like to. Don’t want you thinking badly of me. Let me buy you a coffee, as thanks.”

He looked at me and sighed. “What do you want, Reuben?”

My mouth opened but nothing came out. Excellent question. What did I want?

“You do realise this isn’t happening?” His finger flicked back and forth between us. “Anything… between us… Is. Not. Happening. So what are you doing? If you want to keep your gay undercover, it’s maybe not the best idea to be seen talking to the guy wearing eyeliner, and who may as well have ‘I love dick’ tattooed on his forehead. I’m hardly a shrinking violet, yeah?”

A valid point and one I had no reasonable answer for. I couldn’t help a cagy glance around the car park once again, and he noted it with impatience. But I couldn’t bring myself to walk away either. Couldn’t do anything more than just stare at him, as it turned out.

His gaze softened. “I don’t… think badly of you. I’m sure there’s a story there, but it’s just not one I need to hear. Got it? So maybe it’s best if you leave.”

I sighed. “Okay.” And yet I didn’t. Shuffled my feet, sure, but no actual walking involved.

He stared at me as if I was just shy of a fucking lunatic. Then he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fuck. All right, one coffee.” He held up a finger. “One.” He cocked his head and narrowed his gaze to drive the point home.

My heart skittered in my chest, and I nodded vigorously. “Absolutely. One coffee.”

He dropped his head back and groaned. “I cannot believe I’m doing this.” He pushed off the car. “Grind It Out. You know it?”

I nodded. It was a hip little café in St Heliers, right on the beach. I’d been a couple of times with Georgie, not a place the team frequented, a deliberate choice on Cam’s part, I suspected. Wasn’t sure how I would’ve explained it to a teammate, not when I couldn’t fucking explain it myself.

“Be there in an hour.” He strode around to the driver’s door. “Christ, I need my head read,” he said, not quite under his breath. “Now get lost before my brother reams my arse for chatting up the talent… again.”

I spun to find Mathew Wano barely metres away, wearing a scowl the size of the blush on my cheeks. “Hey, Mathew,” I greeted him a little too cheerfully. Nope, nothing suspicious here. “I was just thanking Cam for helping with Cory the other day.”

He glanced slowly between the two of us before throwing his kit in the back seat. “Yeah, he’s good like that, my brother.” He eyeballed Cam. “Always keen to give a guy a hand.”

Cam snorted and slid into the driver’s seat.

Mathew turned and slapped me on the shoulder. “See you Thursday, Taylor. And bring your talent with you this time, huh?” He grinned.

I took the ribbing without offence. Mathew was one of the good guys. I waved them off and headed for my car, doing everything in my power not to fucking skip. I was an hour away from having coffee with

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Blog Tour: Playing Around (Rough Play #1) by Suzanne Clay (Exclusive Excerpt+Review+Giveaway)

Title: Playing Around

Series: Rough Play, Book One

Author: Suzanne Clay

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: April 15, 2019

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 84600

Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, contemporary, college, new adult, bisexual, friends to lovers, coming out, group sex, voyeurism, dirty talk, ethical nonmonogamy, family issues, biphobia, family drama, athlete

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Logan and Christian have been best friends since kindergarten. After spending their entire childhoods together, it makes sense they would go to the same college: the first step toward making their futures intertwine forever as blood brothers.

But being away from home means discovering freedom Logan and Christian have never had before, and their journey of finding who they really want to be—and how they want to fit into each other’s lives—is a messy one.

When a double date with their girlfriends turns into a new, erotic experience, both Logan and Christian are shaken by it. Suddenly, they can’t continue to see each other in a platonic light. Exploring their curiosity feels dangerous even when their girlfriends aren’t an issue, but ignoring their changing feelings is impossible. Continue reading “Blog Tour: Playing Around (Rough Play #1) by Suzanne Clay (Exclusive Excerpt+Review+Giveaway)”