Friday, February 25, 2011

Sleepless Nights by Gale Stanley

SLEEPLESS KNIGHTS

Can Andy and Paul save their rocky relationship by bringing another man into their bed, or will it drive them even further apart?

After falling passionately in love, Andy and Paul are totally committed to each other. But when the two-year itch infects their relationship, Paul becomes distant and refuses to talk about it. Paul is the love of Andy’s life and he’ll do anything to make him happy, even if it means bringing another man into their bed. But is it really the answer? Or will it drive them further apart?

Zach flees to Los Angeles to escape his abusive father. He plans to use his good looks to get into the film industry but catching that big break is harder than he thought. He decides to try his luck in San Francisco. He has no money but if he can find someone to put a roof over his head, he’ll trade sex for security. When two smokin’ hot guys pick him up on the Pacific Coast Highway, he thinks he hit pay dirt. He never expected to actually fall for them.

SLEEPLESS KNIGHTS is available at Silver Publishing:
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EXCERPT

North Beach, San Francisco

Never go to sleep angry. His mother’s words resonated in Andy’s head. Cliché? Maybe. But it worked for his parents. They'd been happily married for twenty years before they died in a car accident.
Andy understood the concept only too well. His unresolved conflicts had been festering to the point he woke angrier every morning. It was only a matter of time until he or Paul exploded over some minor offense and destroy their relationship completely.
He stood at the side of the bed and looked down at his lover feigning sleep. How do you fix something when your partner shuts you out? It had been like this for months, Paul claiming exhaustion, going to bed early and pretending to be asleep. They used to go to bed together. Now it seemed like Paul couldn't get away from him fast enough.
Andy never expected things to be easy. Relationships rarely were and he and Paul were polar opposites. He expected their personalities to clash once in awhile, and they did. But despite their totally different upbringings and outlooks they'd somehow made it work. Up until now.
They'd been together almost two years and Andy thanked his lucky stars they'd met at all. He'd been grieving his dead partner, hiding from the world in a hunting cabin in rural Pennsylvania. Paul had been visiting his estranged family after a bad breakup with his lover.
Fate stepped in and Paul, stranded in a major snowstorm, had been forced to wait it out in Andy's cabin. Just like that sparks flew. When Paul went back home to San Francisco, Andy followed, and the rest was history. They hadn't been apart since.
Too much togetherness could be part of the problem. Not wanting to come off as clingy, Andy tried giving Paul time and space for himself. After all they were a couple, not joined at the hip.
Now Andy feared he’d given him too much space. He needed to change his strategy before it was too late. Maybe he could use sex to bridge the gap between them. Their sex life had fizzled out into an occasional perfunctory fuck and he hated it. Making love had always made him feel closer to Paul. He missed the intimacy they had once shared.
Andy slipped into bed and curved his body around Paul's. Just his lover's musky male scent was enough to make his cock twitch with interest. He reached an arm around Paul and rolled a nipple between his fingers. Although it stiffened under his teasing, Paul gave no other sign he wanted more. Tonight Andy refused to turn a blind eye to Paul's icy indifference.

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Catch Her When She Falls by Missy Martine


Catch Her When She Falls - Sequel to Table for Three
Blurb:

Serena Dammler is recovering from a savage beating and needs protection. Cowboys and lovers Marc Weller and Tony Estabon are taking jobs as bounty-hunters, and their newest assignment is to capture her attacker and return him to Texas. They take one look at Serena’s fragile beauty and decide she’d be the perfect third to their family.

Serena’s always dreamed of catching herself a rich man, and she’d do just about anything to make that dream come true. She’s not going to allow herself to fall in love with her two cowboy protectors, no matter how sexy they are.

Marc and Tony want Serena as their third, but they want her love to be real and not based on their bank accounts. So what will it hurt if they take her to a little cabin on their ranch and pretend to be all simple cowboys?

Buy Link - http://www.bookstrand.com/catch-her-when-she-falls

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the book is available for pre-sale now but won't be officially released until Wednesday, February 16th

Saturday, February 12, 2011

A Prideful Mate by Amber Kell

Coming February 28, 2011

A Prideful Mate

Book two in the Supernatural Mate Series

When a lion and a jaguar shifter fall in love, the fur flies.

After having two boys of his own, Kevin, a werelion, is ready to find his mate. Searching on a shifter online dating service he finds Payce the werejaguar of his dreams. When someone tries to hurt the man who would be his mate, Kevin shows his new lover what he's willing to do to keep the supernatural mate of his dreams.

Excerpt

Kevin looked out the window at the pride of lions sunning on the porch, and released the sigh building in his chest. Leaning against the window frame he thought over his life. As much as he loved the ladies, the addition of Adrian, the alpha’s mate, brought back feelings he’d long suppressed. The craving for the touch of another man burned through him each time he saw Talon stroke Adrian’s skin.

Kevin didn’t want Adrian for himself—he wasn’t suicidal—but the looks exchanged between the mated pair reminded Kevin how good it could be with another man.

Equal.

As much as he loved the lush feel of a woman’s body, he’d always known it was the hard form of a man he preferred. Now that he had two cubs of his own, it was time to find his mate.

“Thinking about leaving us?” Tia, the mother of his little boys, wrapped her arms around his waist, settling her chin on his shoulder.

Kevin knew she was asking, more for curiosity, than that she cared if he left the pride. Tia was more than capable of raising their boys, but she was his friend and cared for him in her own offhand lion way.

Kevin sighed again. “Not really.” He nodded towards the couch where Adrian was curled up beside Talon. For a lone wolf, the smaller man was a cuddler. “Just wishing for a mate of my own, I want what they have.”

Tia tilted her head. “Extremely loud sex?”

Kevin threw back his head, laughing. “No. Well, I wouldn’t object to that either, but I meant a relationship with a guy.”

“Pickings are a little lean on the mountain, big guy,” Tia said, releasing him and giving him an affectionate pat on his back. “Maybe you should ask Adrian if he knows anyone.”

Shaking his head, Kevin looked at the pair. “I don’t think I could go for a wolf. Don’t get me wrong,” he held up his hands to ward off a blow, “there’s nothing wrong with Adrian. I just have a feeling my mate will be feline.” He took a careful step away from Tia in case she decided to attack anyway. The females were psychotically attached to Adrian, mostly because he made them chocolate treats. They all purred whenever he stepped foot into the kitchen. Kevin suspected Adrian laced his brownies with catnip, but he’d yet been able to catch the wolf at it.

Tia frowned. “There aren’t any other prides nearby. Oh!” Her face lit up. “What about that new dating service.”

Kevin let his expression show his opinion of that idea. “I’m not signing up with Werekin Wanted. I don’t care if they guarantee a match or your money back.”

“Hah!” Tia pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You looked into them.”

Kevin blushed. He hated to admit it. He had considered the site. Shit, he was getting desperate, but as Tia said there weren’t a lot of choices up on the mountain.

“I might have looked at the site, but I don’t think I can go through with it. I mean how pathetic is a guy who finds someone through an online dating service?”

“About as pathetic as a guy who’s afraid to try because he might fail,” Tia said. She nudged him with her shoulder. “The boys are old enough that you don’t need to be here all the time. They aren’t babies.”

“I know.” How could he explain that he had an unnatural affection for his children? Most lions would’ve moved on after his babies were born, but Kevin adored his five and seven-year-old and couldn’t bear to leave them.

“I’m not saying you have to go,” Tia said, as if reading his mind. “We all love having you here, we just want you to be happy.”

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Baiting Ben by Amber Kell

Coming February 26, 2011

Excerpt:

Benjamin Sallen entered the club with wide eyes and a hopeful heart. It was a toss up what was more fascinating, the flashing lights, the flow of dancing bodies writhing half naked across the floor, or the scantily clad waiters sashaying around with trays of food. After filling out innumerable forms to validate he was werekin, he was finally allowed through the club doors.

His enhanced werewolf senses absorbed the smells of sweat, lust, and sex. Never had he gotten so hard, so fast, but the pheromones filling the room would make anyone want to have sex. Ben had come to find a mate, but at that moment he would take hot, sweaty sex with a total stranger if it would take off the edge. As it was, his dick was trying to burst through the zipper of his favorite jeans. He wondered if this was the type of club that had room in the back for the convenience of its members.

Ben jumped back as a wereleopard slammed his partner against the wall and started dry humping him. Maybe they didn’t need a private area. Shaking his head, he walked through the dance floor, towards the bar. His throat was dry and he didn’t have to work tomorrow. His job as an independent CPA let him set his own hours and prevented him from having to answer embarrassing questions about why he couldn’t work on days close to a full moon.

After months of settling into his new environment and living without a pack, he yearned for the touch of another werekin. Even the brief brush of flesh from the shifters on the dance floor helped soothe the lonely animal beneath his skin. Despite leaving his Alaskan pack only six months ago, he was desperate for the company of others like him. Hunting under a full moon wasn’t the same without a pack, it lacked the joyous luster, and the prey he could catch was more of the rabbit variety, than a fully-grown deer.

Purchasing the club membership was his chance at a new life. If he met and mated with a local werekin he could get accepted into the pack. Even if he hooked up with another lone wolf at least they could become a pack of two, in werekin culture anything was better than one. Lone creatures didn’t survive long in the big bad world, especially small ones. At five feet nine inches, Ben was on the short side for a wolf shifter. He blamed that on his human mother. If he was full blooded he would easily have topped six feet. At least he could shift. He’d heard of half-blooded werekin who were unable to shift but still felt the call of the moon. Ben decided they must be in a special type of hell, one he was lucky enough not to be a part of.

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Candy G. by C. Zampa

COMING SOON!

Blurb:

What kind of man drives a bulletproof Mercedes and carries a high-powered pistol in the glove compartment along with his boyhood teddy bear? Candy G does, that's who. Once the exclusive attorney for the most powerful drug lord in San Antonio, he turned his back on Teirso Flores and walked away. But at what price?


Moving on with his life despite the threat of Teirso’s revenge, Candy meets gorgeous, street-wise Carlos Alvarez, and thus begins a passionate love affair rife with secrets, danger and specters from the past that just won’t let go. When truths are revealed, will the one thing that brought their worlds together be the test that strengthens their love or the knife that severs their bond forever?


And an Excerpt:

Even amidst the crowded nightlife on the riverwalk, people trained admiring gazes on Carlos. How could they not? Clad—much dressier than usual—in white linen pants and a black silk shirt that highlighted his glistening platinum hair, he was stunning. In a rare act of grudging capitulation, only to make me happy, he’d allowed me to buy the outfit, and I’d chosen well.


His extraordinary appearance combined with the romantic atmosphere—twinkling lights and mariachi music wafting on the gentle evening breeze—brought a swell to my chest, not to mention my cock. I, like the admiring passersby, couldn’t take my eyes from him. My Carlos, an elegant, dark panther prowling the San Antonio night scene.


The last time I’d been to the riverwalk had been with Jorge. Remembering that had been the night Carlos returned to my life, the date that marked this anniversary, the thought sparked an inward grin. Maybe Jesse was right. Maybe it was silly to celebrate the occasion. I didn’t care. I was happy.


The waiter seated us near the river’s edge, and Carlos eased into his chair, carefully placing a Walmart sack he’d been carrying on the table. He stared dreamily into the reflection of hundreds of lights dancing off the gently moving water.


I stared at Carlos.


Sensing he was being watched, he raised his gaze to me. He should have been used to my admiring him, but he blushed anyway. “You’re making me self-conscious. You know I don’t like dressing up.”


My fingers toyed along the thin line of grout between the tabletop tiles. “I’m sorry. You look very good, chico.”


He tugged at the cuff of the shirt. “All dolled up, I feel so—”


“It pleases me.” The sincerity, the pleasure in my voice surprised me. “You’re so beautiful. My heart is happy tonight, bebé.”


Apparently it touched him. A tender smile filled his eyes, and he rested his elbows on the table, propping his chin on clasped hands. “You look pretty fucking good yourself, Candy.”


“Thank you.”


“You draw so much attention wherever you go.” He glanced around the busy sidewalk, the restaurant’s multicolored lights sparkling in his dark eyes. Returning his focus to me, he said, “That makes me proud.”


“If anybody’s looking, it’s at you, mi amor.”


“Sure. Whatever.” He blushed again.


Leaning forward, I murmured, “Can you not see how beautiful you are?” Every detail of his face, his body, which I’d memorized since I’d first seen him, sent wonderful palpitations to my heart and warmth to my groin. “All day, every day, all I can see, whether you’re with me or not, is your face in my mind. And then all I can think of is touching you, making love to you. Me vuelves loco. You make me crazy.”


The smoldering brown gaze pierced me, roamed every inch of my face. “How crazy?”


Burning up under the intensity of his stare, I pulled back in the chair. “Crazy enough to think about forgetting dinner and… well…. There’s all the time in the world.”


Excitement flashed in his eyes, and he picked up the sack. “I have something for you.” He slid his hand into the bag and pulled out a CD. Holding it to his lips for a moment, he handed it to me, and the happiness in his face, so simple and boyish, melted my heart.


La Paloma. He’d bought a new La Paloma CD. Love swept through me, bringing tears to my eyes.


“Bebé.” My fingers lovingly brushed over the case. “Thank you, mi querido. After my baby-ass tantrum, breaking the other one, I don’t deserve this.”


Tucking his chin, he winked over the rim of his glass. “No, you don’t.” He paused as the waitress placed menus in our hands.


The very pretty girl, her hands clasped behind her back, rested a genial—though somewhat coy—smile on Carlos and asked what we wanted to drink. I told her two Coronas. Nodding and throwing another bold, appreciative glance at my lover, the young lady thanked us and sauntered away.


Carlos hadn’t seemed to notice the flirty employee. He picked up the conversation where he’d left off. “Like I said, you don’t deserve a new CD. But you’re the only man who’s ever played music for me when he fucked me.”


I laughed hard. “Ah, chico, I think you’re trying to be romantic. But you make me sound very pathetic.” Funny thing, though. Carlos, in sharp contrast to his streetwise persona, was the most romantic man I’d ever known. His drawings, his poetic talk, just his pure sensuality. Everything about him painted a picture of beauty, idyllic eroticism.


Fire blazed behind his wide eyes, and he lurched to touch my hand. “No. No. I… I love that you play your… song for me.”


“Thank you, then, bebé, for La Paloma.” I laid the CD on the table. “I can play it every night for you now,” I playfully threatened.


His tongue swiped, languorous, seductive, across his bottom lip. “And that means you have to fuck me every night.”


The little tease. The silky touch of his finger sent pleasure coursing through my veins like a powerful opiate. “You think you can stand being fucked every night, chico?”


A brow shot up. “I’d give it my best shot.”


The cute waitress returned to place our beers on the table and take our orders. At the sight of Carlos’s hand on mine, the sex in both our eyes, she cooled considerably as she listened to our selections. When she headed back to the interior of the restaurant, I sucked in a deep breath and pulled the jeweler’s box from my pocket.


“I have something for you, chico.” Reaching across the table, I handed the box to him. How clumsy I felt. Romance ruled my heart but never showed itself very well in my actions. I felt I was too old-world for a contemporary man such as Carlos. Just as his fingers touched the lid to open it, I blurted, “You’ll probably laugh, Carlos. It’s… it’s…. You might think it’s silly.”


Upon opening the box, his hand shot to his chest, and he swallowed hard. “Candy….”


“It is silly, isn’t it?”


“Oh, no, no.” His mouth gaped open, and he brushed a hand through his hair. Shaking his head slowly, he whispered, “It’s… it’s… a dove. It’s the most—”


“Listen, you don’t have to—”


Carlos bounded from his chair and cornered the table so fast I didn’t have time to react. With his arms wrapped around my neck, he pulled me close, and I breathed in his spicy, earthy scent.


“You like it, then?” I wanted to cry, I was so happy that he was pleased.


Pulling back, his arms still circling my neck, he sighed. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life, Candy.” His voice, so low, caressing, whispered close to my ear, “I love you so fucking much, Candelario Gonzalez. I love you so goddamn much.”


The sidewalk was crowded with customers, and they surely gawked at us, but I didn’t care. Love for Carlos gushed from my heart, and all I wanted to do, needed to do, was hold him, touch his lips. Although the thoughts that swirled in my soul were passionate and lyrical, the words that spilled from my mouth were idiotic. “So I don’t need to take it back? Well, it was custom made, and—”


“I love it, cariño.” Oblivious to curious gazes, he pressed his lips, which tasted of salty tears, to mine. “I love it so much.” He straightened and leaned back against the table.


“Then you’ll wear it for me tonight?” I rested my hand on his waist.


“I’ll wear it for you tonight.” Hunger darkened his eyes, softened his voice. “Let’s eat fast, then, so we can—”


“Nah, chico.”


“No?” He cocked his head to the side.


“Nah. I reserved a room at Mansion Del Rio.”


Excitement sparked in his eyes. “Ah.”


My sexual juices were stirring, my cock swelling, at the vision of making love to Carlos high above the river with the nightlife pulsing below us. “Would you like that?”


Squinting, he eyed me. “Can I order a banana split from room service in the middle of the night?”


How could he turn even the word banana split into an aphrodisiac? Dios, how my dick ached.


“You can order anything you want in the middle of the night.”


“Can I order you to fuck me in the middle of the night?”


“You can.” Resisting the urge to pull him onto my lap, I growled, “But by the middle of the night, mi amor, you may be begging me to stop fucking you.”


For a moment our gazes locked, and we said nothing, fucking each other with our gazes. As though coming out of a trance, he lowered to his haunches, resting his hand on the table to steady himself. “Put it in now.”


“Put… what… in now?” My mind lagged behind his, still writhing with him on an imaginary bed.


“The earring.” He reached to remove a silver stud from his earlobe. “I want you to put it on me.” Laying the discarded earring on the table, he snorted. “Sort of like getting engaged.”


“Getting engaged, eh?” I pulled the diamond dove out of the box, removed the back from the post, and bent to insert the earring. Each time I touched Carlos was like the first time, and the light stubble on his cheek, his smooth skin against my fingers, sent shivers through me. “You realize, bebé, in my old-fashioned world, that means I own you.”


As I put the earring on his lobe, he nuzzled into my hand and purred, “You already own me, Más Chingon.” His hand covered mine.

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Friday, February 11, 2011

New Release and Contest with Gale Stanley

Gale will be chatting and giving away books on the Silver Publishing Facebook page Saturday February 12.

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Stop for a chance to win a copy of

LOVE BYTES

A MM Valentine Romance

The volatile relationship between Ben and his boyfriend finally explodes and once again Ben is single when February fourteenth rolls around. But this year things are different. Instead of suffering V-Day depression alone in Los Angeles , Ben is suffering culture shock in London .

Sexy Welshman, Rhys Wynn, welcomes Ben into his bed as well as his hostel. The sex is great but Ben doesn't want more. He'd rather spend Valentine's Day alone than risk another broken heart. Rhys knows they belong together but guilt keeps him from pursuing the young American. Can love conquer all or will history repeat itself?

Available at Silver Publishing:

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EXCERPT

Although Ben considered himself an intelligent, well-adjusted man, he readily admitted to having separation anxiety. Dealing with the loss of a significant other, whether geographically or soulfully, had been a problem all his life. When Scott walked out on him six months ago, it sent him into an emotional tailspin that left him in a permanent funk. He seemed to be stuck in the past, with no hope for the future. Determined to change his life once and for all, Ben had traveled 5,440 miles to start over.

He didn't blame Scott for dumping him. Oh no, he had only himself to blame for this latest breakup. The same thoughts hammered away at him all through the flight. If only I'd done this or said that maybe we'd still be together. Ben wasn't particularly adventurous and his ex wanted more. Scott left because he refused to stay with a man who never wanted to go anywhere. The irony of the current situation would have been funny if Ben hadn't been so heartbroken.

Intense physical attraction had kept Ben and Scott together for eight months, and Ben considered himself lucky it lasted that long. Their rocky relationship had been as volatile as the one portrayed by Brad and Angie in Mr and Mrs Smith.

He and his ex had what some therapists might call a fighting and fucking relationship. Their arguments were legendary. When their friends threw a party, they were known as the couple to invite because they would provide the entertainment.

Scott loved a challenge, the thrill of trying something new and taking a risk. He might have been a knight-errant in a previous life. Scott wanted daring and dangerous, Ben wanted blissful and boring. Scott, a celebrity photographer, traveled extensively and met the most intriguing people. Ben, a Project Manager in IT, spent long hours in front of a computer. It was inevitable. A free spirit like Scott could never settle down and be happy with a geeky homebody like Ben.

Ben had been living a fool's dream, trying to be what Scott wanted. It seemed like Ben recreated himself with each new lover and it never felt right. Maybe he should give up trying to find that one special soul mate and learn to enjoy being single. The wrong relationship could blind a person so they'd never discover their true self.

Ben knew he needed to step outside his comfort zone and take a risk so he didn't wake up someday full of regrets. Relocating to another country might be a tad overambitious, but he'd taken the plunge and there was no turning back now.

Happy Reading , Gale Stanley

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Saturday, February 5, 2011

Love Bytes by Gale Stanley

Love Bytes by Gale Stanley

Coming February 12, 2011

BLURB:

The volatile relationship between Ben and his boyfriend finally implodes and another lonely Valentine's Day is approaching. Ben gives up on ever finding a special soul mate. He makes a life changing decision and moves overseas. This year when February fourteenth rolls around things are different. Instead of suffering V-Day depression alone in Los Angeles, Ben is suffering culture shock in London.

Sexy Welshman, Rhys Wynn, welcomes Ben into his bed as well as his hostel. The sex is great but Ben isn't looking for more. He's afraid to trust his feelings and he'd rather spend Valentine's Day alone than risk another broken heart. Rhys knows they belong together but guilt keeps him from pursuing the young American. Can love conquer all or will history repeat itself?

EXCERPT
Although Ben considered himself an intelligent, well-adjusted man, he readily admitted to having separation anxiety. Dealing with the loss of a significant other, whether geographically or soulfully, had been a problem all his life. When Scott walked out on him six months ago, it sent him into an emotional tailspin that left him in a permanent funk. He seemed to be stuck in the past, with no hope for the future. Determined to change his life once and for all, Ben had traveled 5,440 miles to start over.
He didn't blame Scott for dumping him. Oh no, he had only himself to blame for this latest breakup. The same thoughts hammered away at him all through the flight. If only I'd done this or said that maybe we'd still be together. Ben wasn't particularly adventurous and his ex wanted more. Scott left because he refused to stay with a man who never wanted to go anywhere. The irony of the current situation would have been funny if Ben hadn't been so heartbroken.
Intense physical attraction had kept Ben and Scott together for eight months, and Ben considered himself lucky it lasted that long. Their rocky relationship had been as volatile as the one portrayed by Brad and Angie in Mr and Mrs Smith.
He and his ex had what some therapists might call a fighting and fucking relationship. Their arguments were legendary. When their friends threw a party, they were known as the couple to invite because they would provide the entertainment.
Scott loved a challenge, the thrill of trying something new and taking a risk. He might have been a knight-errant in a previous life. Scott wanted daring and dangerous, Ben wanted blissful and boring. Scott, a celebrity photographer, traveled extensively and met the most intriguing people. Ben, a Project Manager in IT, spent long hours in front of a computer. It was inevitable. A free spirit like Scott could never settle down and be happy with a geeky homebody like Ben.
Ben had been living a fool's dream, trying to be what Scott wanted. It seemed like Ben recreated himself with each new lover and it never felt right. Maybe he should give up trying to find that one special soul mate and learn to enjoy being single. The wrong relationship could blind a person so they'd never discover their true self.
Ben knew he needed to step outside his comfort zone and take a risk so he didn't wake up someday full of regrets. Relocating to another country might be a tad overambitious, but he'd taken the plunge and there was no turning back now.


Genres: Contemporary, Gay, Holiday Story, Romance, Valentine's Day
ISBN: 978-1-920484-26-2
Format: eBook
Pages: 58 pp.

Available at Silver Publishing:
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Perfect Love Book 4 Simply Perfection by Trina Lane

Blurb:

Book four in the Perfect Love Series

Three men whose life trails converge must find a way to forge a new path together if they are to celebrate the love destined to be theirs.

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Niall Roberge has patiently waited years to find the two men who are destined to hold his heart forever. He believes his prayers have been answered when he meets Dr. Matt Lincoln and Trevor Mitchell.

Matt has hungered for the closeness of a ménage relationship and is amazed at the instant connection he shares with Niall after being disappointed so many times before. Trevor has led a solitary life and is leery of entrusting his heart to two men who are capable of breaking through the protective walls he’s managed to build with a single touch.

As the three come to terms with the love building between them, they learn that someone is determined to unravel the bonds woven between their souls - a man determined to remind the three that Trevor belongs to him.


Excerpt:


Matt Lincoln sat at the small table inside the bistro, waiting for his date to show up. He looked at his watch with a frown. Jaime was twenty minutes late. As Matt took a sip of his water, he thought, not for the first time in the four months they’d been dating, Jaime was frequently late. There’d been a time or two when Jaime hadn’t even shown up at all, only to call hours later with profuse apologies and promises for it to never happen again. Each time Jaime swore his work had kept him late and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it, but deep inside Matt knew those were lies. Jaime worked as a buyer for one of the major department stores in Brookline. It’s not like there were fashion crises that happened at all hours of the night.

Maybe Matt was being unfair. After four short months, more of it spent texting than actual time spent together, Matt couldn’t have a real understanding of the demands Jaime’s job made on him. Hell, maybe Jaime had a devil of a boss, like in that movie, where he was forced to run out for steak and coffee at the drop of a hat.

Matt looked at his watch again. Twenty-five minutes late. He’d told his patients countless times to value themselves and their needs in a relationship. Maybe he should listen to his own advice…

This is the last time.

His cell phone buzzed on the table and Matt unlocked the screen to find a text message from Jaime.

soz baby. Can’t make it 2NITE somet has cum up.

Matt scoffed and whispered, “Yeah, I’ll bet.”

I'll text u L8R. mebe I cn cum by ur place 2NITE.

Matt’s fingers flew over the touchscreen—We need 2 tlk. Call me

He dropped the phone onto the table in disgust at the same moment the waiter stepped up to the table.

“Is there a problem, sir?”

The young blond, who’d introduced himself as Tim when Matt first arrived, had a crease in his brow and the pair of sweet brown eyes tightened.

“No, sorry. I just got stood up for dinner and hit up for a booty call in one fell swoop.”

Tim’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “You got stood up?”

Matt nodded.

“I can’t believe…well that is…I mean…look at you! I’d give my left nu— arm to date a guy like you.”

Matt’s laughter went no further than between them, but the tension in his body floated away into the open space of the restaurant. “Thank you. I’m flattered but think I’m a bit old for you.” The waiter’s face turned a charming shade of pink.

“Oh come on, you can’t be that much older than me. Besides there’s nothing wrong with a little seasoning, in my opinion. Not that I’m trying to hit on you or anything, I’m just saying.”

“I can’t decide if that’s a compliment or an insult.”

Tim looked over his shoulder and quickly turned back to the table, pad at the ready. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ve let my mouth get away from me. Will you still be dining with us this evening?”

Matt looked over Tim’s shoulder and saw a middle-aged, pencil-thin man with a permanent scowl on his face staring in their direction. He’d been so eager to try this place after Logan and Clay raved about the food and service. “You know what…yes. I’ll have the flattened lemon chicken with za?atar and Turkish cheese pancake. I’d also like a glass of the Boutari Moscofilero.”

“Excellent choices. Do you wish me to remove the other place setting?”

“Please. Who wants to be reminded of unpleasantness with a good meal in front of them?”

The waiter removed Jaime’s place setting with a little wink, and Matt had to smile. Tim seemed like a good kid, and Matt would make sure to leave him an extra large tip for the ego stroke.

When Matt’s wine appeared, he took a sip. The cool spicy flavours and aroma filled his senses. It was perfect. Matt nodded his head in appreciation. Despite dining alone, Matt was determined to make the most of the evening, and come tomorrow he sort out his love life—or lack thereof.


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