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After The Fire by Felice Stevens

About the Book

A single bullet destroyed the dreams of Dr. Jordan Peterson. With his lover dead, Jordan descends into an endless spiral of self-destruction that nearly costs him his friends, his career, and his life. When Jordan finds himself working closely with the aloof Lucas Conover, the investment banker’s mysterious past and unexpected kindness shocks him back into a life and emotions he’d thought lost forever.

The betrayal by the foster brother he’d worshiped taught Lucas Conover never to trust or believe in anyone. Living a solitary life couldn’t free him of the nightmare of his former life; it reinforced his belief that he would never fall in love. When the death of one of his clients forces him to work closely with Dr. Jordan Peterson, he meets a person whose suffering exceeds his own. Though Jordan rejects his effort to help, something within Luke pushes him discover more about the first man to ever get under his skin.

As Luke lets down his guard and Jordan lets go of his pain, desire takes control. Each man must come to terms with past struggles if they are to create a future together. And learning to trust in themselves and love again after tragedy and a lifetime of pain may be the only thing that saves them in the end.

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Excerpt

“It’s only been nine months. God almighty, did you expect me to forget him already?” Horrified, Jordan swept his hand across the table, sending the empty bottles and food containers crashing to the floor. “Keith and I were together for almost four years. You haven’t even been with Ash a year; could you forget him so easily? Stop pressuring me to move on with my life. It’s over for me. There will never be anyone else.”

“So you plan on drinking yourself into an early grave, losing your job and quite possibly your friends along the way?” Drew placed a hand on his arm. “I don’t think Keith would expect you to mourn him forever.”

“I didn’t expect to have to mourn him at all. He was supposed to be here, with me.” The tears, always threatening below the surface, spilled over, coursing hot and fierce down his cheeks. It seemed he hadn’t stopped crying since Keith had been murdered. “I can’t get past it. No matter what I do, he’s always there with me, and I can’t let him go.” All the fight and anger left him deflated like a balloon several days after a party. An ineffable weariness stole through him, and he laid his head on his arms on top of the table. “Go home, you two. Leave me alone.”

Without a word, Ash found the broom and dustpan and began to clean up the broken glass while Drew remained seated next to Jordan at the table.

“Look, I understand what you’re feeling. But destroying yourself isn’t going to bring him back. We know you miss him.”

“You don’t understand.” Jordan shook off Drew’s attempt to comfort him. “I’m beginning to forget him. Not only his voice but also the way his arms held me. The way the sound of his breathing calmed me so I could fall asleep every night.” His breath caught in his throat, and a shudder racked his body.

Jordan couldn’t reveal the worst—that he could no longer recall the press of Keith’s lips on his or the sweet sweep of Keith’s tongue in his mouth. The warmth and smoothness of Keith’s skin, once as familiar as Jordan’s own, had begun fading to a cold and distant memory. Sometimes he’d sit in bed late at night and play his voicemail messages simply to hear Keith’s voice. How fucking disloyal a love was he? It had only been nine months, yet Keith’s touch, something he’d longed for every day of his life and sworn he’d never forget, had slipped away like fog in the summer wind. Gentle and swift, leaving no trace behind that it had ever existed.

About the Author

I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner, My characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love, but getting there is oh so fun and oh so sexy.

I live in New York City with my husband and two children. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass (or two of red wine). I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there are bound to be a few bumps along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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Get bossy this #valentinesday with Meryn Dexter and @decadentpub

The Boss of Me
(1Night Stand Series)
By Merryn Dexter
Releasing January 27th 2017

Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC

ISBN: 978-1-68361-142-4

Word Count: 20,700

Cover Art: Fiona Jayde

Blurb

Dear Madame
Evangeline…

Lou Jones loves her job, but she can’t ignore the attraction she feels for her
boss, Daniel Smith. She contacts the 1Night Stand dating service hoping a
little fantasy role play will help her get over her crush.

I want to see you in
my office…

Daniel can’t believe his eyes, or his luck, when a misplaced letter gives him a
shocking insight into the erotic thoughts of his personal assistant. The chance
to satisfy her fantasies and make his own dreams come true is too tempting to
resist.

This is fantasy,
nothing more…

As they explore their every desire, Lou and Daniel find keeping reality at bay
is harder than they thought. Will their 1Night Stand deliver the satisfaction
Madame Eve prides herself upon, or are they just too close for comfort?

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Excerpt

“Bring the file here and place it on my desk.” He settled more
comfortably into his chair, steepled his fingers beneath his chin, and admired
the sway of her lush hips. She placed the file down as instructed then folded
her hands in front of her, eyes still averted. Schooling his need with an iron
control, Daniel waited.
Her chest rose and fell, the slight hitch in her breath pressing
her breasts against the thin silk of her blouse. The tip of her tongue peeked
out, dampening her coral-pink lips, and a bolt of lust drove him from the
chair. Ignoring Lou, he strode to the door and locked it. He doubted there were
many people left in the building at that time of day on a Friday, but he
wouldn’t risk anyone interrupting them.
Pacing back to the center of the room, he stopped to admire the
hourglass lines of her figure. The heels looked even better from the back.
Balancing on their slender points gave extra definition to her calf muscles.
“Do you know why I summoned you, Ms. Jones?”
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. Her voice barely above a
whisper, she said, “No, Mr. Smith.”
“You will call me Daniel.” The visceral need for her to know who
was about to touch her surprised him. He wanted to hear his name on her lips as
she sighed, moaned, and fell apart at his command. Her head bobbed in
acquiescence, and he spoke again. “I summoned you because you canceled our
appointment this evening.”
She half-turned, seemed to catch herself, and straightened to face
the front again. A thrill of satisfaction curled in his gut. Each little act of
submission from her proved sexy as hell. “Did you do as I requested?” he asked. Her skirt clung to her hips and ass with no hint of a panty line, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Yes,” she murmured.
A bolt of lust rocked him on his heels. He wanted to crawl on his hands and knees and fawn at her feet, but she had been very specific in her email—her fantasy required him to be the boss, to take control and dictate his desires upon her.
“Show me.” The rasp in his voice couldn’t be helped; his body tingled with anticipation. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt and began to raise it, inch by tantalizing inch. The material cleared the back of her knees, gliding higher to reveal the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings, the soft expanse of her tanned thighs.
 
 

About the Author

Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books, crying at movies, crying at tv serials (there’s a theme!) and believes all stories should have a Happy Ending.  
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Two gay men meet while trick-or-treating in #GLBT #Halloween #romance by @chris_mchart

What’s the likelihood that two single gay guys are taking their nieces and nephews out trick-or-treating in the same neighborhood on Halloween? Sounds like a bit of fate to me. And if you read the story it does start with an old lame joke!

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It Started with an Old, Lame Joke by Chris McHart

The last thing Robin expects when he takes his niece and nephew trick-or-treating is to meet a handsome stranger doing the same thing. Their connection is instant and hot, even though everything started with an old, lame joke.

Excerpt:

Four hours later, the kids back with his mother and fast asleep, despite the amount of sugar they’d eaten, he opened the doors to ‘The Singleton’, his heart beating hard.

Robin looked around, and there Mirko sat, at the bar, chatting with the barkeeper. Heat raced through him, pooling in his groin. The bar was slightly lit better than the street, and he could make out even more features. It didn’t disappoint him. Absolutely not.

He walked over, careful to add that bit of extra sway to his hips. “Hey, stranger. Ready to show me your bat?” he murmured as he slipped onto the chair next to Mirko.

“I thought we were past the stranger thing? But I can absolutely help you with my bat.” He wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that had Robin snorting.

“Let’s drink something first, okay?”

“I was actually going to suggest that. I want to get to know you a bit better.”

“Sounds good. What are you drinking?”

“A beer.”

“I guess I’ll get the same. Are you here often?”

“Not often enough to count as a regular, but enough so the barkeeper recognizes me.”

Robin nodded to the man in question and ordered his drink. “I’m wondering why we never met here. I’m here on occasion, too.”

“Maybe it wasn’t meant to be until now?”

“Yeah, maybe. Anyway, we’re here now.”

Mirko raised his glass. “To us. And to the fact that we had to babysit our nieces and nephews today.”

“To us.” They raised their glasses, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Sizzling heat raced through Robin. He wanted to kiss Mirko so badly. And much more.

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