Book & Author Details:
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London, 1822
William Drake has lived among thieves, bastards and beggars all his life, doing what’s necessary to survive. As a young orphan, that included looking after his best friend, Jack Morgan. But as they grew older, Jack took the honest path, leaving Will behind to fend for himself the only ways he knows how.
When an unsavory errand for his employer brings Jack back to London’s underbelly, he needs Will’s help. It’s there, among the alleys they ran through as children, that the love he’s always felt for Will returns. As their nights together grow hotter, Will discovers something new about his old friend—Jack’s need to serve extends into the bedchamber.
Will has never fully abandoned his dream of escaping London with Jack. But what could the Duke’s driver want with a dishonest cheat like him, beyond a bit of rough sex? It takes the gamble of Will’s life to find out if he can win Jack’s heart…
Ava
March is an author of sexy, emotionally intense M/M historical erotic
romances. She loves writing in the Regency time period, where proper
decorum is of the utmost importance, but where anything can happen
behind closed doors. With over fifteen works to her credit, her books
have been finalists in the Rainbow Awards and More Than Magic
contest, and deemed ‘must-haves’ for Historical M/M
romance by RT Book Reviews readers. Visit her
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Excerpt from
Sharp Love by
Ava March
The
sky opened up, the intermittent raindrops shifting to a full-fledged
deluge in the blink of an eye.
A
quick glance confirmed what he already knew—closed shops and
darkened buildings, not a single tavern or hell within easy distance.
Cold rain pelted Jack’s head, soaking his hair. And Will wasn’t
wearing an overcoat.
Grabbing
Will’s upper arm, Jack pulled him down a narrow alley. Pushed Will
onto a small stone stoop, the short overhang above the door enough to
provide a bit of protection for Will from the full force of the rain.
Standing before Will, Jack used his body to shield Will from the
gusts of windblown rain.
Lightning
cracked across the sky, briefly illuminating Will’s face, his wet
hair stuck to his forehead, pale cheeks glistening with raindrops. A
self-deprecating smile tugged the edge of his lips. “Guess you were
correct.”
“About
what?” Jack asked, raising his voice to be heard above the din of
the storm.
“The
rain.”
Said
rain smacked against Jack’s back. His greatcoat would keep him
relatively dry, but he could feel the rain whipping around him. He
unbuttoned his greatcoat, let the sides hang open, and bracing his
arms on the old wooden door, he moved closer to Will. So close he
could feel Will’s breaths against his jaw. Warm and moist, the
rhythm deep yet slightly quick.
Arousal
curled in the pit of his belly, ignited in his blood. Jack shifted
his weight. “Shouldn’t last long. The rain, I mean.” Rain in
London was a common enough occurrence, but storms of this magnitude
didn’t last endless hours. The clouds would wear themselves out
soon enough, and the rain would taper down to a steady, soaking
drone. As soon as it showed the first signs of slowing, Jack would be
dragging Will back to the hotel. And he didn’t much care if it
meant running down the street. Anything to give him an excuse to step
away from Will’s body, from those hot breaths bathing his jaw,
tempting him to dip his head and press his lips to Will’s.
“You’re
likely correct. Yet again.” There wasn’t a trace of sarcasm or
jest. Will’s voice was just loud enough to reach Jack’s ears, and
the low, intimate quality went straight to Jack’s cock.
There
was a quick snap of lightning, followed by a clap of thunder. Will
shifted even closer, moving full into the protection of Jack’s
greatcoat, pressing up against Jack. A hard arch brushed Jack’s
upper thigh.
Jack’s
breaths caught. There was no mistake about it. Will was aroused.
A
hand settled on Jack’s hip. Jack swore he could feel the heat of
Will’s palm through his trousers and his smallclothes, warming his
skin.
He
held himself perfectly still. Locked his muscles and dared not make a
move.
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But when another anguished soul arrives at Neverwood, Devon can’t hide behind his camera. Nicholas Hardy is certain he saw his runaway son, Robbie, in a photo Devon took of homeless children. Devon knows all too well that a young teenager on the streets doesn’t have many options—and Robbie has been missing for a full year.
Searching for Robbie with Nicholas stirs memories and passions Devon had thought long lost, yet knowing that Nicholas will leave as soon as Robbie is found keeps him from opening himself up to something permanent. Devon must learn to fight for what he wants to keep—his love, and his home.
Libby Drew bio
Libby
glimpsed her true calling when her first story, an A.A. Milne
/Shakespeare crossover, won the grand prize in her elementary
school's fiction contest. Her parents explained that writers were
quirky, poor, and often talked to themselves in supermarket checkout
lines. They implored her to be practical, a request she took to heart
for twenty years, earning two degrees, a white-collar job, and an
ulcer, before realizing that practical was absolutely no fun.
Today she lives with her husband and four children in an old, impractical house and writes stories about redemption, the supernatural, and love at first sight, all of which do exist. She happens to know from experience.
Today she lives with her husband and four children in an old, impractical house and writes stories about redemption, the supernatural, and love at first sight, all of which do exist. She happens to know from experience.
Libby’s
State of Mind
received rave reviews for being fast, clever, and relentless and was
nominated for a Bookie Award for Best M/M Novel of 2011. 40
Souls to Keep, Libby’s third
novel, has been described as intense and heart-poundingly good and
was praised by Publishers Weekly for maintaining a high level of
suspense.
An
avid supporter of gay rights, Libby donates her time to the Trevor
Project and organizations that work to support marriage equality.
More
information about Libby’s books can be found on her website:
http://www.libbydrew.com/
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Witnessing his lover’s death two years ago has Donner trapped in a holding pattern: living in his sister’s basement, working at the Pot and flirting with the customers. He’s not above spending a night with the gorgeous Ezra, but love is not in the cards. That’s more than he’s ready for.
A passionate night leads to a connection neither man expects, and they take the first steps to something that looks like a real relationship. But Ezra’s been running from himself so long he doesn’t know how to live any other way. And Donner can’t risk his heart just to lose everything again. They’ll both need the strength to let go of the past if they want to get it right this time.
A.M. Arthur bio
A.M. Arthur was born and raised in the
same kind of small town that she likes to write about, a stone's
throw from both beach resorts and generational farmland. She's been
creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling
them down nearly as long, in a losing battle to make the fictional
voices stop. She credits an early fascination with male friendships
(bromance hadn't been coined yet back then) and "The Young
Riders" with her later discovery of and subsequent love affair
with m/m romance stories.
When not exorcising the voices in her
head, she toils away in a retail job that tests her patience and
gives her lots of story fodder. She can also be found in her
kitchen, pretending she's an amateur chef and trying to not poison
herself or others with her cuisine experiments.
Contact her at am_arthur@yahoo.com
with your cooking tips (or book comments). You can also find her
online (http://amarthur.blogspot.com/),
as well as on Twitter (http://twitter.com/am_arthur),
Tumblr (http://www.tumblr.com/blog/am-arthur),
and Facebook (A.m. Arthur). Other titles by A.M. Arthur are available
from Samhain Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, and Musa Publishing.
Maybe This Time Exerpt:
[Ezra]
listened to the footsteps on the stairs moving closer, getting
louder, timing it so he whipped open the door with Donner’s
knuckles poised to knock. Donner still wore his black leather pants
and shiny green shirt, but he’d washed his face free of eyeliner
and lip gloss.
“Hey,”
Donner said. His hand dropped. His other was clutching the strap of a
backpack that looked as old as dirt and ready to fall apart.
“Come
in.” Ezra stepped aside and let him enter. “I should warn you,
they’re at it already.”
“Huh?”
Donner glanced at the living room. “Oh, I see.”
“Do
you mind?”
“Not
a bit. I’ve seen more risqué things at the Pot, believe me.”
“You’ll
have to tell me all about it sometime.”
“Sure
thing.”
“Want
something to drink?”
“No,
I’m fine.”
Ezra’s
mind raced for something clever or sexy to say. He’d looked forward
to this all night, and now that Donner was in his apartment, he was
fumbling like an idiot. This was not him.
“Oh,
hey!” Alessandro sat up and twisted his head around. The position
made him sway a little. “Look, babe, Dasher’s here.”
“Donner,”
Jaime said. He wrestled out from beneath his boyfriend, shirt rucked
up to his armpits. “Hey, you made it.”
“Dude,
what’s your first name?”
Jaime
knuckled Alessandro in the shoulder. “Shut up. You’re drunk.”
“So?”
“Ignore
him,” Ezra said to Donner. “Actually, feel free to ignore both of
them.”
Donner
chuckled. “They’re pretty entertaining, if you ask me.”
“Wait
until they start showing off.”
“Forget
it.” Alessandro started tugging Jaime toward the spare bedroom.
“He’s all mine tonight, amigo. You’ve got your own date.”
Jaime
managed a faux-helpless shrug as he allowed himself to be manhandled
into the bedroom. The door shut with a solid bang that made Ezra
jump. Then he snickered. So much for manners. He understood the
sentiment, though. He didn’t much feel like sharing Donner with
anyone else.
Strong
arms slid around his waist from behind and laced fingers across his
belly. A solid chest and abs pressed against his back and ass, and
breath tickled his ear. The hold was loose, the intentions clear.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Donner whispered, mouth
hovering close to his left ear.
Ezra shivered.
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Josh Lanyon Bio
Bestselling,
multi-award-winning JOSH LANYON is the author of over fifty titles of
mystery, adventure, fantasy and romance. Josh is the author of the
critically acclaimed Adrien English Mysteries series, including The
Hell You Say, winner of the 2006 USABookNews awards for GLBT Fiction.
Josh is an Eppie Award winner and a three-time Lambda Literary Award
finalist. When not writing Josh enjoys gardening, film noir, fine
wine, vintage mysteries, and night swimming.
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