• Home
  • Archive by category 'Blog'
  • Page 11

Archive for ‘Blog’

On Tour: Anxiety, by H.D. Thompson @HD_Thompson #MFRWAuthor #Giveaway

Anxiety
Complete Series – Episodes 1 through 6
by H.D. Thomson


H.D. Thomson is giving away a fabulous prize package during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here

BLURB:

Jake Preston is on borrowed time.

If he doesn’t stumble upon a miracle and soon, he’ll end up dead. And even if he does, he still might end up dead with a clever killer hounding his heels. He believes that the one miracle and antidote to save him is in Margot Davenport’s house, across the country and miles away from Boston. Somewhere locked in her home is the key to reversing an experiment that is killing him with each breath he takes.

Margot doesn’t particularly care if she ends up dead.

She’s lost everything she’s ever cared for. A divorce and the loss of her job as a corporate lawyer has left her with little faith in herself or in anyone else. Most importantly, she’s lost the one person on this earth she’s looked up to and cherished–her brother, Johnny. His death in a car accident has devastated her, and she can’t find the willpower to pull herself from the chasm she’s fallen into. Her only solace is at the bottom of a wineglass. Having moved back to the small town in northern Arizona where she was raised, she’s made a point of isolating herself both mentally and physically from everyone other than a few chosen friends. Little does she know that her life is going to explode into chaos.

BUY LINKS:
Amazon US | Amazon CA | Amazon UK | Amazon AU

Excerpt:
“Are you all right?”
She stiffened, all thoughts of Miltronics, her brother and Malcolm disintegrating as she became aware of Jake right behind her. She felt his warmth, smelled his cologne.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He slipped a hand onto her shoulder, his fingers curving over to her collarbone. The leather cold, yet oddly hot, felt erotic against her skin. Margot didn’t dare move. She sensed him directly behind. Inches away. If she backed up, her bottom would push up against his hips and his sex. The thought whirled through her body, tightening her breasts, heating her blood. Her breathing changed, grew deep and shallow. Desire. It squeezed below her belly, weakening her legs so much so that she latched onto the edge of the desk with both hands.
“I—˝ She cleared her throat. “I’ll be all right.”
The thick, hoarseness of her voice gave her away. Jake had to know now. He had to know she wanted him, wanted something to happen between them. God help her—she wanted it bad.
It had been so long. Gritting her teeth, she fought against the hunger. Self-control. She needed self-control. Oh, but how her body screamed for Jake’s touch, a brush of his lips against her skin, the feel of his palm against her naked flesh, the caress of his breath against her hair as he moved inside her.
Then she felt Jake’s hand on her hip, branding her through the thick material of her jeans, sliding up over the fabric to her waist. For a brief second she fought against the pressure of his palm, but only for a second. She turned and looked up into his face. Shadows clung to his rugged features. Then there were his glasses. Those stupid glasses. They shielded his thoughts, his emotions. Yet…
She sensed his desire, the hunger in the pressure of his fingers at the small of her back as he nudged her closer. She parted her lips in anticipation. Then she was completely blinded by shadows as his head dipped and he claimed her mouth.
Author Bio:

H.D. Thomson moved from Ontario, Canada as a teenager to the heat of Arizona where she graduated from the University of Arizona with a B.S. in Business Administration with a major in accounting. After working in the corporate world as an accountant, H.D. changed her focus to one of her passions-books. She owned and operated an online bookstore for several years and then started the company, Bella Media Management. The company specializes in web sites, video trailers, ebook conversion and promotional resources for authors and small businesses. When she is not heading her company, she is following her first love-writing.

Links:
Website Link: http://www.hdthomson.com
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/H.-D.-Thomson/e/B0069DZ1KG
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorhdthomson/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/HD_Thomson
Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+CarolWebbHDThomson
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5780414.H_D_Thomson
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hd_thomson/
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/hdthomson/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hd_thomson/
Contact: thomsonbooks@gmail.com

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

Thought I might… #WeWriWa #8Sunday #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where writers share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of their writing on Sunday.  Be sure to visit other participants at http://www.wewriwa.com/  and read and comment on their #8sunday posts.

Spread the word: Twitter hashtag #8sunday

EXCERPT

“Oh. It’s you,” Brenda said, looking more than a little deflated.

“Thought you might be expecting me.” Michael pushed away from the door frame and entered the room. “Forgot how stinging fresh paint can be to the eyes and lungs.”

She shrugged, placed the sprayer on a work bench, and crossed her arms over her midsection. “Welcome back,” she grunted, regaining her cool. “Ted told me you wanted to buy into the business.” She frowned. “Are you really going to stay in Ashland?”

“Thought I might.”

BOOK INFO

Title: The Painter is a Lady
Word count: 74,600
246 pages $4.99
Genre: Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 978-1-4874-0964-7
Heat Level: Three flames: explicit sex, M/F; anal sex; explicit language

Secrets. Trust. Courage. Who will knuckle under first—the war hero? The spirited single mom? Or the former high school bully who still hates them both?

BLURB

When war hero Michael Jarvis returns to Ashland, Wisconsin, he doesn’t plan to stay—he’s undercover, investigating a possible sex trafficking ring on the Great Lakes. But he does want to sample the pesky girl next door he always turned down—and it wouldn’t hurt if she’d clear up a few mysteries of her own.

Successfully established as an interior house painter, Brenda Tower finally has her act together as a single mom—but it hangs by a thread, a secret she’ll guard with her life. The return of her youthful crush Michael Jarvis threatens to unravel everything.

Jealousy has inflamed Brett Hill’s hatred of Michael and Brenda for as long as he can remember. Revenge will be so sweet.

When the secrets break open, can Michael and Brenda find the courage to trust each other, or will revenge and betrayal triumph?

BUY LINKS

AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK AND EBOOK AT AMAZON

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XFYKF8M

 

EBOOK AVAILABLE AT THE FOLLOWING RETAIL OUTLETS

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XFYKF8M

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/708766

iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-painter-is-a-lady/id1212626296?mt=11

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-painter-is-a-lady

B&N http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-painter-is-a-lady-adriana-kraft/1125902800?ean=2940154043714

Extasy http://www.extasybooks.com/the-painter-is-a-lady/

 

 

Guest Jo Tannah ~ Hidden Fates #Halloween #MFRWAuthor #eXbdd

Fellow Extasy Books author Jo Tannah has a spooky tale for you, just in time for Halloween!

Title: Hidden: Fates (The House On 16th Street)

Published By: eXtasy Books

Author: Jo Tannah

Page: 177

Word Count: 52639

Publication Date: October 20, 2017

Series: Hidden #3

Heat Level: 4

Categories: Erotic Romance, Gay, GLBT, Horror, Suspense

 

BUY LINKS

http://www.extasybooks.com/hidden-fates-the-house-on-16th-street/

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076NN88W1

Book Series Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttNJlGA2v2Q&t=22s

Book Trailer Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMUqKy15Yto

EXCERPT

Slamming the door behind him, Jonathan leaned his back against it. In short, hard gasps, he took deep breaths, not realizing he’d been holding onto it until then. Thankfully, the feeling of oppression faded and Jonathan began to relax. He stood there by the door for some time, listening for someone, or something, moving outside. When he heard nothing, he let out a sigh of relief and began to step away. He yelped when he caught sight of a movement, but when he saw his reflection staring back at him, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh to the ceiling. A wet and cold touch caressed the length of his neck.

“Jonathan.”

Jonathan opened his eyes, paralyzed as he watched himself in the mirror. His heart raced faster than before, and he couldn’t breathe. At the same time, the feeling of impending doom swamped over him. His heart beat rapidly in his throat, the sound, deafening in his ears. He was very sure that a man had spoken his name. Jonathan couldn’t recall feeling that frightened in his life. The shower in the bathroom turned off, and he heard Rafe whistling a tune, but instead of calling out to him, Jonathan continued to stare at his lone reflection, unable to understand how the voice had spoken right next to his ear. If he were to reflect on that touch, he could swear it had been a tongue. When the bathroom door opened behind him made him jump, he turned around, fist drawn up to hit whoever it was that was playing pranks on him. Rafe stood in the doorway, bare except for a damp towel around his waist. Jonathan slowly lowered his fist, fighting his rising urge to run like a coward and schooled his features.

AUTHOR BIO

I am a wife, mother and blogger by day, a writer by night. It can be difficult, to say the least, but it is a challenge that keeps me on my toes.

I grew up listening to folk tales my father and nannies told either to entertain us children or to send home a message. These narratives I kept with me and finally, I wrote them down in a journal way back when I kept one. Going through junk led to a long forgotten box and in it was the journal. Reading the stories of romance, science fiction and horror I had taken time to put to paper, brought to light that these were tales I never met in my readings.

The tales I write are fictional but all of them are based on what I grew up with and still dream about. That they have an M/M twist is simply for my pleasure. And I hope, yours as well.

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00RCKB5J6

Twitter: @JoTannah

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100012354600386

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jo_tannah/

 
© 2017 Adriana Kraft. All Rights Reserved.